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

Even while he was eating, Fable made sure every second was enjoyable for the audience. Ansel already thought of giving him a standup comedy gig in the future.

As a host, Fable showed his sense of humor with his witty comments that may or may not include the audience.

For example, he’d call out Beanie. ”Our reporter friend is here by the way, as an entourage no less!

”If you see someone taking notes and asking people about their feelings about Gugu bird or fish, don’t mind him—”

He was making a jab because Beany had been doing his newspaper job very seriously, and when he was investigating about the superior quality of their raw meat, there were times he asked for people’s ”feelings” because he was so passionate about food.

Beanie was still embarrassed about this. ”Wait til’ I form a paparazzi group to hound you,” he yelled back, making the host flinch and the audience to chuckle.

Then there’d be times where he’d joke about the circumstances and himself. ”I still remembered a time where I looked like a beggar and was one,” he said, sighing at the recollection of his entry in Alterra. ”I could only eat random fruits at the time, but now we even have ice cream!

”The ice cream is delicious by the way, thanks to the great food developers of Alterra,” he said. ”I estimate there will be obese people soon. Should we start doing zumba sessions to keep shape?”

Of course, along with ice creams, with the popularization of dairy products other desserts like cakes, custards, puddings, tarts, and many others have become available.

The attendants of the wedding were the first ones to taste at least half of these new offerings and they could brag about it for the next few days.

One of the pioneers of the dessert development was a patiessier named Osteo. He was a chubby blonde who grew up with cakes. Although there were plenty of people who knew how to make a few desserts, no one could beat his quality and was therefore chosen to make the desserts for this wedding ceremony.

His eyebags were big—this order was huge and it was placed YESTERDAY—but seeing the happy smiles of the people who consumed his food, all the tiredness went away.

That and he also got a very good deal with the supermarket for his business, so this deal was too worth it!

Anyway, the Terrans went wild with the desserts, spouting compliments while filling their faces. The kids were adorable with their chubby cheeks, while the aborigines were fascinated as if their souls were taken.

”This is… so delicious!” Clutch yelled, lifting the plate of cake up as if it was made by the gods. ”So creamy and just the right sweetness—I haven’t tasted anything like it!”

Such creaminess and consistency was so new and so fascinating. They couldn’t have enough!

Troy looked at his girlfriend eating a lot. He patted her head, ”Too much of anything isn’t good. I’ll let it be for now, but you have to control it next time.”

”Ah…”

He chuckled and asked for a cup of ice cream and handed over to her. ”Try the ice cream. Be careful, it’s cold. Eat it little by little.”

Brenda blinked and looked at the creamy ball that seemed to make many of the others—who had especially sophisticated tastes in her mind—to go crazy.

This ball was so amazing? She asked curiously and started digging with her small spoon.

”Take on a small one,” Troy advised. ”Or it could get painful.”

Clutch who was about to eat a mountain-spoon: ”...”

Painful?

Although he didn’t know why people would go crazy for pain, his curiosity got the best of him. He put some back to the cup so he could eat a small spoonful.

Brenda also ate a spoonful and her eyes widened at her first taste of ice cream. ”It’s cold! How?”

”It’s complicated.”

Clutch was in a daze before breaking off of it and started to eat spoon after spoon. On the other hand, Brenda’s eyes were closed as if absorbing the new taste in her tongue. ”It’s cool, comfortable, and delicious—and it literally melts inside the mouth.”

The other aborigines followed and tried. There were different flavors and Troy said to choose which one they like best. Some chose Gouji fruit, some chose strawberries, some berries, and the like.

Everyone’s eyes widened at the unique taste, texture, and temperature. Even Clutch—who suddenly had what he’d later know as ’brain freeze’— couldn’t help but feel the same.

”The heat dissipated! It’s tasty and comfortable!” Betty said, demurely eating spoon after spoon. ”I feel like I can eat this all day…” she said, and the others agreed.

Without exception, after adjusting to the new taste, they looked like they were having an orgasm.

This was too good!

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The final part of the program came and Fable called all the unmarried women among the audience into the clear space in front of the stage.

The single ladies lined up obediently, looking quite excited. Even Betty and Brenda were there, though they didn’t quite understand what was happening.

”We have a superstition in our hometown,” Sheila kindly explained, ”Whoever catches the bouquet would likely get married next.”

The two women recalled the dreamy wedding and couldn’t help but give expressions.

Certain men also took note of this.

Althea giggled and turned around, throwing the bouquet accurately toward the crowd but high enough that the trajectory couldn’t be exactly predicted.

Unexpectedly two figures appeared, intervening.

Someone jumped up, a pair of hands almost reaching the bouquet, but before he could get it a wind blew and the other figure ran to it instead.

Ansel clicked his tongue, changing direction, and jumping to get it.

Eagle was about to get it when someone cleared her throat, followed by his feet encased in ice. It was Althea and the captain, who shook their head and Eagle had no choice but to stop.

He realized there was a plan, so he had no choice but to give up (for now).

Ansel, a little sweaty from the unexpected glitch in the plan, managed to catch the bouquet under the eyes of many confused guests and a disappointed Eagle.

Fortunately, Ansel had the advantage of planning with Althea so he was the winner for this.

Ansel asked his sister for advice about the proposal, and she went ahead and asked him to do it during her reception. He was reluctant at first, worried she might think they were trying to make the event about them, but Althea smiled.

She said she’d be honored to be part of the proposal, and it would feel like a continuity of sorts.

Anyway, his actions were baffling, and people were outright shocked when he walked to Winona and kneeled down, making people gasp.

”Winona!” he yelled, still a little breathless. ”Will you marry me?”

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Winona was speechless for a while before she gathered herself (to a degree) and looked at the kneeling redhead with deep eyes.

She bit her lips and her eyes started to glaze with tears. However, despite this, she crossed her arms and did her best to look strict. As if she was weighing the pros and cons.

”Will you still be mean?”

”No.”

”Who will be the boss of the house?”

”You.”

”Really?”

”Really.”

Winona pursed her lips, looking as if she was thinking, but her teary eyes, flushed face, and adorably shaky voice were testaments to how happy she was.

Finally, she let out a defeated breath and waved her hand. ”Fine, if you’re so desperate—”

She was shut down by Ansel’s lips on hers and the boisterous cheers of the crowd.