After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

[50 Days since the Migration]

It was the fiftieth day since their transfer here, and the entire territory now was in full gear, excited for an upcoming event.

These few days of peace passed by without a hitch—everything went smoothly and, even if there were injuries during training, no one was lost.

Of course, Garan’s team had made sure that no one in their team or any of the guards laxed their training.

They knew how strong people were outside. Life was good now, but how long would that last without the necessary strength to protect it?

Speaking of, the next batch of guards—and not just the soldiers—was set to leave for Ferrol in a few days. It was actually delayed by a day or two.

One, they were really reluctant to part with the goodness of Altera, and another, they heard the territory would hold an event.

An Event: This meant parties and food! How could they miss it?!

Look: there were even punch bowls where they could get drinks for for FREE! They just had to bring their own cups!

Fortunately, the Captain wasn’t too strict or else they’d feel green with envy!

A certain beautiful pink-haired woman was also relieved, because it meant she had more time with Brandon. He was finally back ’home’! How torturous was that wait!

So now, she was entering Brandon’s personal space, confusing him with her approach.

”Let’s eat together!” She said with a bright smile, her pretty pink hair shimmering under the morning sun.

Brandon gave her a weird look. ”Why?”

”...”

The people around them bent over, trying not to laugh out loud.

It could be said that despite his handsome and dashing appearance, Brandon only had fighting and weapons in his mind.

Nearby, several of his fellow soldiers moved on from his spectacle and started to focus on the food being set up.

”Gosh. We could’ve missed this!!” Jake said, judging Turbo who was drooling at the sight of the food getting prepared for the party several meters away.

”Naw. Even if the captain disagreed, we just need to beg our sister-in-law to let us stay a few more days.”

They cackled.

Ah, that was true.

The wife always got the final say, after all!

…

It was the 50th day since the Migration and the Elders jointly agreed to hold the celebratory event.

They wanted to make the people celebrate their accomplishments: For surviving so far, for not giving up, and for building a life for themselves.

There were also celebrations as the soldiers who came from the other three territories had just returned and had some good news.

Other than Jake’s cousin and Gian’s sister, there were in fact a lot more relatives found in other territories. This was because each team brought with them a list of relatives among the Alteran civilians and guards (the former of which had to pay a small amount per name on the list), which in turn was announced in the territory centers of the allied villages.

Anyway, back to the celebration itself. The party was organized by Ansel and the twins, with the help of the people from the entertainment industry including Juni and Fable.

There was also Danny, a former producer, who volunteered to help—and he was extremely passionate about it.

And… more than once he reiterated that he had nothing to do with Ramona and her stupidity.

Anyway, within another hour or so, the entire venue was finally completed.

They held the event on the large square in front of the village center, setting up a temporary stage lit up by limestone found by Tronie. (They found a bit. Not enough for actual big construction, but fine enough for other uses).

The research team made a tube filled with limestone and heated it to a certain temperature. It caused a natural reaction that created some strong lighting produced by the heated calcium oxide. This allowed for some luminescence to light up the stage.

They made different tubes. At this time, four ’spotlights’ focused on a single spot on the stage, and one was directed to the person walking towards it.

Plenty of awed murmurs echoed throughout the area at this.

”So that’s what ’under the limelight’ came about…” Leo mumbled, and his twin nodded in agreement.

”Learned something new today…”

Ansel shook his head at the twins, egging them to go listen to the talk. Like that, all those in the backstage watched as the speaker climbed up for her speech.

Mathilda stood up on stage, dressed in a beautiful, relatively intricate garb by Andrei, the fashion designer from Bright who had just moved to Altera (and now owned his own store, mind you).

”Alterans… thank you for coming to our celebration,” she began with a smile. ”With a heart filled with gratitude that we are all here, together, we shall celebrate the 50 days of our survival since we have been thrown into this world.”

Since finding out that most nobles knew about migrations of entire civilizations, they didn’t really bother hiding anything.

”I know you have suffered a lot, and everyone has a story. We all had lost people, some even lost a limb or two, but we are alive and well and that is all that matters.

Mathilda walked over to another spot on the stage, the lights following her. Her eyes looked into the crowd as if talking to each person individually.

”I know everyone has someone they lost. It could be as early as back when we were in Terran, perhaps we lost them here..”

”Let us not forget those we lost, their memory lives on—our very lives a reminder of the lives theirs had touched.

”However…” Mathilda paused, changing her tune, ”I know for certain that they are happy to see us finally live stable lives.

”In the face of unimaginable uncertainties… we did not just survive, we also thrived. Now we come together as a community, we gather to celebrate this growth.

”Let us cherish this moment, savor our camaraderie, and look forward to a future here where we will continue to thrive.

”Hence, the territory decided to sponsor this gathering to celebrate life.”

”Raise your cups to fifty days of survival—to our resilience and indomitable spirits. Raise your cups in memory of those we lost and the past we left behind. And—perhaps most importantly—to that unwavering hope carrying us forward.

”Cheers to our future, and whatever it May hold ”

”CHEERSSS!!”

Cheers and a few cries resounded around the stage. Mathilda waited patiently for it to naturally die down. She continued speaking when silence returned. ”We are now living life incomparable to how we suffered getting here.

”Altera is doing its best to give everyone a stable and comfortable life, all the while doing its best to keep our lives and safeties to the best of its capability.”

Cheers echoed once again, but this time she raised her hand to stop it. ”However… we have to be strong enough to keep it.”

And, just as quickly as it exploded, the applause paused, leaving the venue in utter silence.

She looked at the audience with deep, dark, eyes.

”Are you certain? That you, a citizen, an Alteran, would be able to protect our beloved home—whatever come?”

”War is coming soon.” She paused. ”Is everyone ready?”