18 Floors Above the Apocalypse novel Chapter 471

After deciding what to do, Stella cleared out the cruise ship's supplies and used her powers to load all the cargo containers they had salvaged from the seabed onto its deck.

It was still early, so they decided to have a spicy hot pot feast. The spiciness was off the charts, sweat-inducing hot. But none of them could stop; their appetites were insatiable. As the sweat poured out, the tension inside them seemed to melt away.

Home is where the heart finds peace, and it was time for a fresh start.

Before they knew it, 7:30 PM rolled around, and the submarine 2688 began to ascend slowly. They kept an eye on the sea surface through the periscope. By 7:40 PM, after confirming no threats or surveillance, the submarine surfaced and Stella, along with Jasper, suited up in their diving gear and jumped into the ocean.

They swam to a safe distance, and Stella summoned the cruise ship from Arcadia. As the cruise ship hit the water, a massive rush of waves sent them flying back. Jasper held onto Stella, dodging the forceful waves until they settled. They then swam back to the submarine, where Rosie pulled them up with a rope.

The submarine sank once more, monitoring the cruise ship in the distance through the periscope. Around 8:00 PM, searchlights began sweeping across the sea surface.

Stella watched the periscope's images intently, recognizing the approaching vessel as one of the base's patrol boats. Her anxiety only eased once she was certain they were safe.

They were really leaving.

"Captain, there's an unidentified cruise ship ahead."

"Signal with lights."

"We've issued three warnings, but there's no response."

"Sound the horn and approach to investigate."

As they closed in, they could faintly make out the cargo containers aboard the ship through their binoculars. The containers looked strikingly familiar.

"Captain, those look like our containers."

The base's containers? There hadn't been any missions lately, especially not at night. Despite multiple attempts at communication and warnings, the cruise ship remained silent.

The patrol soldiers, guns ready, cautiously boarded the empty vessel.

"Report, these are indeed the base's containers, but there's no one on board."

The captain, shocked, hurriedly boarded the ship himself. He shone his flashlight on the containers, and when he saw their numbers, his eyes nearly popped out.

Impossible!

These containers had been lost to the depths of the sea long ago! They had even discussed salvaging them but had abandoned the idea due to a lack of technology.

And now, here they were, perfectly lined up on the cruise ship. This was no ordinary feat.