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

Inside the walls, the battles had been settled and the Alterrans were just rounding up the enemies who trespassed their land.

A lot of the more powerful players inside went outside to assist, and this included Althea. It so happened she had an idea where her husband was stationed, and she had a report from those watching from the battlement.

Although there was no clear sight due to the forest canopies, the two were making enough movements that they could approximate the area they were heading toward.

Positioning herself in the direction where Baltimore was going, she used [Earth Sense] to have a better idea of what was happening. Her husband was very nearly about to capture Baltimore, but there was still a small chance he would escape by virtue of his level and skills, so Althea opted to help out in whatever way she could.

She made a rough calculation and used the last bit of mana she had to hit him.

It missed and failed to cause much damage but, fortunately, her husband was close behind, and he created an impressive spike of metal to skewer the man to death.

”Dead?” Althea asked as she went to them, though her heart was pained to see her husband so injured. She had fortunately refilled her health potions before heading out, knowing there’d be a lot of injuries outside.

”Wife!” Garan uttered as she approached, opening his arms to her. She hugged him and sighed, forcing him to drink a potion. ”You should’ve tortured him more for hurting you so much.”

Thankfully, she and the team managed to create an improved healing potion that could have an effect on people below level 30. If she made it herself with her pharmacy skills, the effect was even stronger.

He smiled as he drank the improved healing potion. ”Well, I can’t compare to my wife who beat a similarly leveled man.”

She giggled and shook her head. The only reason she managed to beat Belize was because he was poisoned, she had extremely superior equipment—one that could defend against people twice his level if she had been strong enough—and she also had Gochi, who dealt with most of the close-ranged damage.

Without any one of those, she doubted she’d have won.

In contrast, her husband went head-to-head with an elementalist lord nearly 10 levels higher than he was. While their equipment and potions had some bearing, those were only to safeguard his limbs and life. Those things would’ve meant nothing if Garan wasn’t strong enough to hold out on his own.

Anyway, Althea was just so happy he was all right. It wasn’t that she hadn’t offered to give him her top-tier equipment, but he adamantly refused. He told her he wouldn’t be able to fight his best if he would worry about her getting even a bit injured.

After seeing her husband recover a bit of energy, she then turned to look at the corpse below them. Pity for what was inside his space and wallet. There should’ve been some interesting things in there.

While Althea mourned for the loss loot, Garan leaned down and rummaged through Baltimore to get the Token. At this time, a few other Alterrans had found them, also a little shocked by the bloody sight. Then they flinched when they saw the Captain pat the corpse down.

As the seconds ticked by, Garan’s indifferent face turned to a frown, until he turned to his wife with furrowed eyebrows. ”It’s not here.”

”What?”

The Token was not on his body? Why?

Gill narrowed his eyes at the corpse. ”Baltimore didn’t seem like a person who separated his token from himself.”

They nodded, agreeing to this. He was the type never to trust anyone—or anything—else. He believed in his own power so much. He’d have believed the Token could only be safe with him.

So… what was this now?

”Damn,” Sammy cursed, and couldn’t help but kick the corpse again. ”We should’ve tortured him!” For doing that to Eagle, he deserved more hell!

Of course, he said this out of anger, not really meaning it. Keeping Baltimore alive was simply too risky! Not only was he powerful—keeping the captain occupied for so long—but also because of his connections.

A few days back, they received a letter from Jonathan when they inquired about Guia. He did not hide the fact that Guia Village was indeed their subsidiary… but he warned them that they were simply their subsidiary in name.

Guia’s true master was much more powerful—a city. He could not say any more due to an oath, but it was already plenty helpful.

At the very least, they knew that there were more forces behind Guia Village than they thought, inspiring everyone’s growth even more in response.

They tried looking for it for a few more minutes, with Garan taking his wife to look away.

Sadly, even Sammy and the others saw nothing even after stripping the man off all his clothes, confirming the Token—for some reason—really was not with Baltimore at all.

”Take the remaining men as prisoners of war,” Garan said as he headed back to the walls.

”We’d pull it out of their throats if we have to.”

***

While there were no deaths among the Alterrans, there were a lot of other injuries during this war. This was unavoidable, especially when they were up against the former strongest village in the region.

Among the biggest casualty was Eagle, who was currently being operated on by Dr. Volohov.

His situation was further complicated by the fact that he had been poisoned! Sadly, the antidotes had been used up so Althea had to rush to make a new one, though it could’ve been too late judging by the state of necrosis.

Another problem was that the threads used were not enough. The stock they had was consumed by all the stitches to be done while the war was going!

It was to be made of animal gut, but took time to produce more and they had to preserve the arm in frozen solution.

Still, Volohov did not give up. He couldn’t guarantee that the operation would be a success due to the limited technology—but everyone was doing what they could.

Regardless, this situation broke everyone’s heart.

Such a good friend and soldier lost such an important appendage. Who wouldn’t be heartbroken?