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

A/N: Our precious comrade Leezertje has volunteered to make a spoiler-free character list! XDDD

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The meeting continued and various more concerns were raised. One of which was regarding the large number of people above the level cap that Guia had.

”We cannot do much against the enemies camping outside other than to defend against them,” Garan said. ”We have to make sure they cannot damage us.”

Guia had a lot of people beyond the level cap and a lot of them would likely just be waiting outside to kite them, thinning their numbers little by little.

They couldn’t send scouts out because the chances of them getting caught and killed were too high.

They could check out the surroundings with the observatory scope, but the forests were dense so they had limited view due to the foliage.

If the number of people was high, they’d be able to detect them, but if it was only in groups of dozens, then unless they hang around in clearings for a period of time, then it’d be difficult for the watchers in the observatory to notice them.

”Everyone will stay within the walls, training either in the barracks or the training hall. We will temporarily open the barracks to the public—at least those with a certain minimum amount of contributions; this will allow more people to train in close proximity to the guards.”

Although there were fighting arenas, the growth there was limited to the number of fights. Not to mention, one’s techniques could be pulled out to display unnecessarily. What if the enemies were watching the show?

Other than this, they also had to make sure everyone had decent rest before the beginning of war. They also cannot do excessive activities and training before this time.

”The guards must be in top condition during the war,” Garan said. They actually formulated a regimen for the guards in the event of wars. That was, during the 14 hours prior to it.

In that regimen, the guards would be given specific body strengthening exercises, and they would not undergo harsh fights and spars. They would be given very good energizing food, vitamins, minerals, and decent rest—ensuring their top shape during the fights that could take their lives.

”We want as many people to survive as possible,” Garan said, before turning to the medicine team.

He turned to Sheila, who was manning Althea’s pharmacy factory. ”We’re counting on you to up the production,” he said, ”But prioritize hiring those unable to fight or contribute more. Of course, the skill you require will still be considered.”

”Yes, Elder Garan.”

Gru was also to ensure that the raw materials for their food were unhindered. For this, they had to use the majority of their fertilizer stock and Althea’s team also made improved versions to add to the most important crops.

Other than medicines and food, the territory would also be buying resources like wood and stone for higher prices so Alterra could stock up on them. They cleared up an open area near the warehouse for the overflowing resources.

”The weapons and other equipment have also been stocked,” Brenda reported. The custom weapons factory now had enough stock to equip the fighters a few times over.

The weapons and armory stores from the system were also maximized, with dedicated people buying everything for stock. This way, it would continue producing as long as there were resources in the warehouse for it to consume automatically.

Blacksmiths were also in full gear and prepared to continue producing endlessly (in shifts) even at the height of war.

Other than these, they also had other weapons. Althea turned, looking at Eugene. ”Eugene, get those ready,” She said, and Eugene nodded. Looking closer, his eyes were sparkling.

A team was assigned to Eugene, but most were still building weapons after weapons for the citizens to use.

While they still had some ways to go before creating proper guns that wouldn’t explode to their faces, they had alternatives that were guaranteed to still cause damage to the enemies.

Anyway, everyone except the visitors was given roles in the war. They had to invest in making everyone do oaths, but it’d be worth it in the long term.

Every industry would also be running steadily during the war, even industries like clothing.

Speaking of, a number of people had already awakened the profession during this time, including a few cloth makers, so it could be said that production was quite high.

Other than the fact that they didn’t have to worry about fighting naked, this meant that they could get light equipment that added defense. The most popular product was Underwear because it was not visible and could serve as the final line of defense.

As for the peace and order within the walls during the war, a guard team was assigned to Mathilda to keep the peace. There would be a special focus on sensitive areas like territory shops that’ll remain open during wars. The warehouses, the factories, the farms, and the water sources were also well-protected.

Although there was a regulation from the get-go that anyone who caused chaos in the war would be punished, this would mean nothing if the person was an enemy in the first place. There could also be more turncoats so they didn’t completely depend on the ability of the rule.

After everything was discussed, silence reigned in the room, with everyone feeling tense. The battle with Fargo had seen quite a few deaths, this one could very well had been higher.

But they would definitely do their best to safeguard their people as much as they could. It was no use to be paralyzed with worry.

The meeting adjourned and everyone went to do what they did best at this time, making sure to maximize the 14 hours.

Althea locked herself up in the bomb laboratory again. She was making potion after potion, bomb after bomb. Of course, most of the bombs she made were smoke and paralysis bombs.

As much as possible, she wanted fewer lives taken. Guia had a lot of slaves, and they would definitely be helpless cannon fodders in all of this.

After long hours of work, she was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. She sighed, reluctantly opening the door to see it was Harold, carrying her little ones sobbing their hearts out.

Althea ran to them as they cried pitifully, their large round eyes glistening in tears and their chubby cheeks red in emotion.

”It’s time for you to rest, Althea,” he said, raising a baby on each arm. ”The babies wouldn’t stop crying.”

This made her heart flinch and she leaned down to give them small pecks. Her hand was dirty though so she couldn’t hold them.

”Aww… my babies,” she mumbled, giving a few more smooches. ”I’m sorry, I’ll finish this in a couple of minutes, okay?”

The babies calmed down a bit and Harold took them outside after they really settled down, allowing Althea some space to resume her work. She hurried up and decided to end this session after one last bomb.

While she was busy on one of the tables, she was distracted by a noise on another. She thought she just left something out of balance and it slipped, but then she heard a giggle.

Her heart dropped and she lunged to the table, taking a dangerous ball from her baby’s hand. It was only a smoke bomb, but it still released some force that would be dangerous for such a small little thing!

”PEPPER! Don’t play with that!” she yelled, placing it in her space.

”Mnggmawamaaa,” she mumbled, raising her hand to her mother who hugged her to calm her own heart. It was still beating loudly, and the baby buried herself in her arms.

A moment later, the door suddenly opened, revealing Harold who was obviously half-panicked trying to look for the baby girl. ”There you are! Gracious Gugu Bird!” he yelled, heaving a deep breath as he walked over.

”Hmnnnmanmm…” the little girl mumbled, rubbing herself against her soft mother.

Althea’s heart softened and decided to postpone everything, walking out of the room after cleaning up the work desk.

Harold followed, still a bit shaky from the previous nervousness. When the baby lifted her head a bit to turn to him, only then did Harold heave a breath of relief.

He gently booped the baby’s nose. ”Naughty baby,” he said with a smile, only to scream a moment later when he saw Meatball floating like a helium balloon, just stopped by the ceiling.

”OH MY BROAT! MEATBALL!” He yelled, running under the baby boy and jumping up. He heaved a deep breath as he dragged a chair to get to him.

The little bun had the audacity to laugh at him as if he was the stupidest thing.

”...”

Harold could already imagine the headache this one would cause when he started walking…

He just saw more white hairs and wrinkles on the horizon.

Althea was still reeling at what could’ve happened to her daughter. She sighed and looked at her daughter, who was comfortably snuggling in her arms, completely unaware of the danger she just put herself in.

Then there was also her son, who could float to the skies if they took away their sight for a couple of moments. He also seemed to be happy to cause them headaches.

”Such naughty children,” she mumbled with furrowed eyebrows, a little confused. ”I wonder who you take after?”