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

Anyway, back to the story~!

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They were not ready to upgrade to a Town.

Or rather, they

might

be, but she wasn’t satisfied with that.

Although the cap was much higher, it didn’t mean every enemy they’d face would have forces at that level. Much like how the village cap was 15, but those at that level were already the powerhouses of Level 3 Villages. Towns were the same.

But the thing was: she wanted to be overpowered for her tier. That was the only way she could guarantee her people’s lives and livelihood.

She told her worries to her husband. She believed she needed more time to do this, and he agreed with her. ”We will delay it,” he said, holding Little Meatball’s onesie as he attempted to climb on his shirt and up to his shoulder.

The baby boy could not walk on his own yet, but he could climb well for some reason.

Garan was so used to this by now, and he spoke like there was no one climbing up on his face. ”I also need time to raise the overall level of the guards to ensure their survival at that level.”

The level cap for Town was now level 40. Although Level 1 Towns rarely had a lot of such high-leveled people, the fact was that there could be such powerhouses joining the war. Not to mention, late level 20s and level 30s were likely prevalent during that time.

”Gooogppphhh!” Little Meatball said, drooling all over her father’s shirt as he tried to pat the man’s chin.

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Althea couldn’t help but giggle at her energetic baby boy’s antics. Holding her well-behaved daughter with one hand, she poked his bum with the other.

”Mwammmaahh!” Little Pepper mumbled, putting her tiny hands on Althea’s lips. Her heart melted and she kissed the baby’s palm.

The couple ended up going back down, to the living room to play with the babies as they discussed strategies.

Although it was technically working hours at night—so everyone else was outside working—the two of them were elders and had flexible time. They had decided to do their tasks after the children fell asleep, so they wanted to tire them out first.

The babies giggled loudly, milky voices echoing in the room, as they tickled them both and then letting them play on the playcot, hopefully to use up their energies soon enough.

”Should we really modify the residency costs?” She wondered as she handed Pepper a cute rattle toy, and Meatball something to bite on with his single teeth. Each baby was sitting on a parent’s thigh, with Pepper on her mother’s and Meatball on his dad’s.

Garan nodded, patting the boy’s small head as he chomped on his toy. The Baby boy soon got bored of it and started to try climbing up his dad again.

”Yes,” he said and, with a slight sigh, he lifted the baby with an arm again. The baby giggled, trying to ’swim’ again as he flailed his small arms and legs.

Meatball, obviously, preferred high places.

They were not sure that was a good thing.

They could only imagine the trouble he’d cause when he could walk. Worse: when he could

fly

.

Anyway, there were more pressing matters to attend to, so they pushed this thought for now, returning to the topic at hand.

”Hopefully there wouldn’t be a backlash if we increased,” she said. ”Anyway, life is good in Alterra even if the residency is delayed.”

Before, Ansel had already proposed to add requirements for the residencies especially since more and more people had been buying them after gaining a lot of points and money during the war.

They had already adjusted the costs of things as well as the salaries to balance out with the markets outside. This was so their people would be able to live decently even if they went adventuring outside.

However, the residency costs themselves hadn’t risen since before the war. This time, they would have to—even if just for the sake of delaying the inevitable.

”I’ll discuss it with the elders after the disaster,” Althea said, earning herself a chaste kiss on the cheek from her husband (all while holding out their son).

She blinked.

”You work too hard,” he just told her, eyes deeply looking at her.

”You work harder,” she responded with a smile.

Before Garan could lean down to meet her lips again—all while holding out the excessively energetic baby boy—the doorbell rang.

They blinked and Garan, after handing Meatball to Althea, went down to greet their guests.

Althea looked in the direction of the front door and stood up, carrying a baby on each arm. ”Let’s go greet our guests, okay?”

”Mwammhhaa!”

”Googgmmma!”

She chuckled and went to follow her husband’s footsteps. When she arrived, she heard the guards reporting with some urgency. ”Captain!” he said. ”Our Observatory watchers saw a mob heading our way!”

Her feet paused, and Garan turned to look at her. His serious expression softened at the sight of his family, and it was as if he hadn’t just been with them a minute prior.

Althea looked at them in concern.

One of the things about the Extreme Heat—according to what they have gathered from aborigines—was that there were challenges the entire day.

In the morning, it was the weather. At night, it was the mobs.

The monsters rested in the morning—like they did—so the damned things hunted at night.

In fact, the mobs had arrived late and less in Alterra, likely because they cleared out monsters in their area before the heat. Most other territories had been attacked far earlier.

However, now well into the night, they were finally going the experience their first ’Extreme Heat’ Monster Mob.

According to the information, they were particularly violent during this period. Whether it was the heat, the hunger, or an overall change in hormones, it was not clear. All they knew was that the monsters were a bit more dangerous than usual.

”We’ll deal with it,” Garan said, sighing, walking back to kiss his wife’s face, and then leaning down to kiss his children. They both puckered their lips adorably, and the ice-block man couldn’t help but melt again, leaning down to kiss their soft cheeks.

”Go rest,” he said. ”It will be a long night.”

And he turned to join the guards, heading out the walls to deal with the enemy.

And so… began the first of many nights of that period.