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

At this time, the Terran Mercenary’s Team A-2 was on its way to Bright Territory with 20 guards and civilians for training.

Team A-2 consisted of Luis, the pretty boy fire swordman, and Sammy the wind archer.

Well, technically, there was also Eagle. But he was somewhere else, having a private training session somewhere East.

Anyway, the two of them were enough for today’s purpose, especially as the twenty guards with them weren’t bad, and for the most part they were training hard and gaining a lot.

One of the guards with them was Amos, who was a rare A-potential guard, and was a subject for special training. It was estimated he’d have enough merit to climb to captain by the next beast tide, which was saying a lot for such a young lad.

Everyone knew this, and his family had already tried to take advantage of it. Thus, the only peeve with bringing him: He brought his family as part of the civilian team!

They were oriented very clearly that this was training and not babysitting but, apparently, they didn’t get the memo.

”I have a wound!!” A slightly chubby man yelled, lifting his arm that had a small slash with a bit of blood.

Considering where they were and how weak he was, this gash was absolutely nothing.

His name was Alon, Amos’ step-brother about two years younger than he was. The chubby lad was showing it to Amos with an indignant expression on his face.

”Why didn’t you make it weaker?!”

”It only had 1 working limb left. If it couldn’t move at all when you deal with it, then you wouldn’t have grown,” Amon answered impassively, ”I protected you enough.”

It wasn’t even a lie. The amount of protection and carrying he did could’ve helped a small child.

To Alon, however, it sounded like Amos didn’t want to help. ”Useless!”

”When I join the guards—” he began, but two of the guards immediately appeared next to them, each one on each side and draping an arm around Amos’s neck.

They were his two good friends among the guards, the Woodworker Team’s Jesse and Angelo.

”We don’t need guards like you,” Jesse said and Angelo nodded.

”You think the territory would hire useless trash?”

”YOU!” Alon yelled and the cousins rubbed their poor ears.

They turned their heads to the guy between them. ”Dude, you know that even if we opened a formal channel for civilians to join, it didn’t mean we could let useless pigs join in.

”Altera is such a good territory, it doesn’t use cannon fodders. So it’s useless to keep this one, yes?”

They were saying so as a matter-of-factly and the veins in Alon’s head metaphorically popped one by one in his head.

He didn’t dare to fight against the strong guards though, and he glared at his own brother—strong, sure, but a pushover—instead.

”Are you going to let them talk to me like this??” he asked with an indignant tone of voice, as if he wouldn’t dare answer the affirmative.

Amos pursed his lips and his fists clenched.

The pause made Alon very angry. ”Mother will hear about this!”

While Amos was silent, his friends spoke for him. ”Mehmehmeh~” Jesse said, mimicking mocking baby voices. ”Oh nooo I gotta booboo gotta call mommmyyy!”

Angelo ’cried’ with him, ”Wuwuwuuwu they’re bullying mere! Wuwuwu!”

Alon’s flabby face turned red and he squealed.

”YOU!!! Just wait til we get back home!!” He yelled at Amos as he walked away, trying to steal other people’s kills.

Idiot.

That was one of the best ways to get hated, right?!

The two looked at their unfortunate friend and couldn’t help but ask, ”He’s useless, and you’re so good. Why is your mother still so biased?”

Theoretically, wouldn’t selfish people be kinder to those who served them well?

”Mum loved his dad, she hated mine,” was all he said and somehow it really explained a lot. Jesse and Angelo came from a very kind and close-knit family. They never understood families like this one.

”Oh… what a bad mum,” Angelo said, patting the lad’s shoulder. ”Have you considered finding a new family?”

Amos blinked and looked at the grinning lad, and Jesse couldn’t help but laugh.

He rubbed the tanned lad’s head. ”Our Woodworkers happen to be open for adoption.”

Amos’ heart warmed and he smiled. Even if there was no way he would abandon his mother and brother, it still felt good to be wanted as family… even if they weren’t blood relatives.

Their warm brotherhood moment though, was disintegrated when a little ember exploded in front of them.

”Hey! Stop reneacting a BL Scene here! We got a mob!” Luis yelled, and someone behind them cackled.

Luis had a good knack for destroying moments!

…

The guards dispersed and went to different zones to protect and guide the civilians. The civilians with them were those who paid for the program.

There was a disclaimer in the program of course: their own safety was still dependent on them. The soldiers would only weaken the monsters in an attempt to carry their levels.

There were very few civilians like Alon, fortunately, most of the 25 civilians that were taken in this session genuinely worked hard for their own strengths.

One of them was Beany, who was also desperately trying to distract himself from all the pain of losing his wife and the urge to snap at Althea.

He knew, objectively, that Althea was innocent. She was only doing her best for her own safety and her children’s. It didn’t mean, though, that he could face her head-on at this time.

Especially, when he thought that Althea was the Lord and she saved so many lives.

Just not his family.

If only Priya—

”HAAAA!” He yelled, swinging his axe with maximum gusto. Although his accuracy sucked, his repeated attempts did manage to finally kill the monster three levels weaker than he was.

[Killed! Kooi (Lv4)! +100 Experience! + 100 Copper!]

Finally done! It was just that he was already breathing hard, and didn’t notice another monster behind him until he heard a flop of its corpse dropping on the ground.

”Be smart and don’t expend all your energy so early. We’re still a distance from Bright.” Sammy said and he nodded reluctantly.

Could he say he really, really, needed to vent?

Anyway, the team cleared out mobs that they encountered, with the soldiers and guards handling the strong ones.

While bloodied and injured, they fortunately had ample stock of medicine so there was no one who got critically injured.

They also helped Bright a lot by killing the surrounding mobs, though they didn’t know this at this time. They would just think they were extremely lucky not to have encountered a mob today.

About an hour later, they arrived at the territory, paying the standard visitors fee.

They went back and went to make announcements in the Village center again, immediately setting up individual stalls afterwards.

How could anyone say they were born in a capitalist society without grabbing the chance to make money?

Hence, pretty much everyone in the team had their spaces filled with products, and they would be making several folds of their investment for sure.

There were some who didn’t set up stalls though, and just walked around in the territory as it was their first time in another territory after settling in Altera.

One was Loa, the creator of sour sauce. She went first to the restaurants and food stalls, and her heart felt proud when she saw her bottle there. She saw how much people from other territories loved her invention, and felt such sense of accomplishment that she had never felt before.

Another one was Danny the farmer. His announcement said he would be waiting in front of the center for whoever knew him, not forgetting to say I love you to his wife, wherever she was.

While he was waiting, the Alteran-salespeople had settled in the marketplace with a queue already forming. There were also plenty of people coming from the other side of the territory, running over as soon as they caught wind of their arrival.

”It’s the Alterans! Did they bring stuff?”

”They didn’t bring backpacks! The products shouldn’t be a lot!!”

”Damn! Hurry!”

Watching all these commotion with impassive faces was a pair of men. They were sitting in the small tea house of the territory.

They had an intimidating aura around them. Even in the tables next to them, the people were scooted as far as they could, and only a portion of the table was maximized.

Their names were Eli and Eso, siblings working closely under Amon Fargo’s reign. ”Those people are from Altera?” One asked. They had heard about them.

In fact, it was after a group from there visited that the lord here suddenly started to become a lot stricter. They had to be a lot more low-key in response. It was really annoying, particularly because their progress was seriously slow.

For instance, all they knew about this Altera was it was an allied territory, and a lot of the impressive products Bright had were actually imported from there.

”Well…, I’m interested in the products,” Eli said, ”We should go check it out so we can give more information.”

Eso strongly agreed as gulped, imagining all the delicious food he could get.

They also saw how the people were excited to see the members of that team and knew that this territory was definitely… interesting.

Well, the decision will ultimately be the boss’ but, for now, let them enjoy their investigation!