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

Later, just around the Village Center Plaza, a group of eye-catching aborigines walked around. They were a very beautiful group that literally sparkled ’gold’ in the eyes of the locals, and more than once had they been pulled to various shops to buy.

They had only been out for a couple of minutes, and they were already full.

Was there some tool that could increase their stomach capacity? They really needed it.

Anyway, the new guests continued to observe and admire, stopping only when they saw various floating bubbles going around, gracefully carried by the wind.

It so happened they were downwind and they were soon surrounded by pretty bubbles. Olga and Honda raised their fingers, popping a few with bright eyes.

”Seems familiar. I think it’s soap bubbles?” She asked. Back home, she had a large tub, and her servants often made bubble baths for her. They were made from special bathing soaps bought for a very high price.

Obi looked at her, ”So many? And outside?”

Olga sneered at him, ”I’m just trying to guess.”

Oslo shook his head and continued to lead their party to the source. There, they saw various children laughing, and holding some small contraptions. They just blew on it and many bubbles were made.

Don’t mention the young Honda, even the adults were fascinated.

Oslo watched and realized the kids were familiar. Mimi, Horus, Maya, and even the twins!

He then looked at his nephew who was looking at them, curious, but at the same time trying to act cool. They had told him to man up even without his father around, but they didn’t want him to forget his childhood either.

Oslo’s lips curled upwards as he patted the boy’s head. ”You can join them.”

”Can I?”

”Of course,” he said, voicing out one of the things he learned in Altera. ”Being serious and successful doesn’t mean you have to be devoid of fun,” he said, wishing he knew this compromise early on, though to be fair what he found fun in his youth was very skewed.

Anyway, his words made the little boy’s round eyes brighten and he turned his head to look at the children playing.

But before he could go to them, he paused, suddenly shy.

In Bleulle, there were also many children, but they were no fun. He didn’t like them at all. The things they found fun were cruel and made him uncomfortable.

Once, he was taken to a gathering of children his age. There, they made hungry slaves run around for bits of food they threw. They would watch them fight for a tiny amount of food for amusement, and they would make bets with their own or their parents’ money.

He was called names when he didn’t play with them, calling him a snob and a know-it-all, saying he wasn’t even as amazing as his father, why was he acting like him?

The thought of his few experiences with peers made him metaphorically curl back into his shell.

”I know them. Just politely ask them if you could join and they will let you.”

The little boy nodded, running towards the kids. His pace obviously got slower when they were in their vicinity though, and his steps suddenly filled with doubts.

The boy paused and looked back, and Oslo smiled, waving at him to continue walking.

Oslo’s shoulder slumped in relief when he finally reached the kids and smiled when they handed him the toy, and happily taught him how to use it.

When Honda successfully made his own bubble, the smile on the boy’s face was as bright as the sun. Very cute.

”Wow… you’re like a proper uncle,” Olga said as she crossed her arms, smirking.

Oslo shrugged with a smug smile.

They watched fondly as their nephew quickly integrated to the group, being the kid that he was.

”So… what do you think of Altera?”

”This… is not what I expected…” Otto mumbled as he looked at the surroundings. The walls were tall, the buildings were beautiful, people were smiling, and there was so much greenery.

They had left the inn early to do a bit of exploring. They had their breakfast in the inn canteen first, eating some simple but even better versions of what Oslo brought back to Bleulle.

After that, they went ahead and perused various shops and were pulled in all of them. While most of the purchases were food, they also bought a lot of non-perishables like clothing, bags, and shoes.

Other than these, they also noticed the temperaments of the people.

Life in villages, to their knowledge, was always very difficult. They had never seen such a universal atmosphere of happiness in a city, let alone a village.

There was also an atmosphere of growth. Like, while people were enjoying life, they were also running after… something. This was something they realized when people went outside early to go hunting, with how the Training Hall never ran out of a queue, and how every so often they would have topics of conversations related to fighting techniques.

Everyone had a purpose, and that purpose was not only to improve their lives—it also had more or less something to do with contributing to the territory.

It was a fascinating case study.

Oslo chuckled, feeling a bit smug. This time, they knew their brother was right so they didn’t feel the need to punch him.

For once, this playboy little brother of theirs was actually onto something big.

It was around this time a new voice sounded, calling him.

”Hey, Oslo!”

The siblings looked in a direction, seeing a handsome redhead waving his hand at them, Oslo smiled, raising his arm to wave back, before looking at his siblings who were curiously looking on at the interaction.

He looked again at Ansel who was walking towards them. ”This guy happens to know many of the features of Altera. Maybe we can get him to guide us,” he said, grinning at his brothers and sister.

”You haven’t seen anything yet.”