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

A/N: The last of today’s mass release! Again, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR SUPPORT! May we keep our T1 rank all the way to the end of the month *prays*

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The three of Tim, Tilda, and Hana went together to check the famous marketplace. On their way there though, they couldn’t help but walk around in a daze.

It felt like they were in a unique tourist spot of an old well-developed town, improved by the government.

The whole place had a quaint feel to it, yet with some of the conveniences of modern times.

There were shops abutting the entire street and they ended up window shopping a lot. They didn’t dare buy some ’luxuries’ like new clothing and the like for now—even if they, especially the women, wanted to. After all, their money was limited and the basics had yet to be covered.

Anyway, there were so many things!

And when they arrived at the marketplace, they were naturally shocked. The one in Bright—which fascinated them already—was actually too small compared to this!

Sadly, they had no extra money. What they had was just enough for shelter and some basic food. Fortunately, the things here were inexpensive compared to their original territory that overcharged, and they could still afford a few things.

Tim bought his sister and Hana some bread and then a small serving of jam. Before the heat wave, they lived off that coarse bread and tangy meat, and during the heat wave they would even eat the barks of dried trees.

This was already heaven.

As they ate together, however, they couldn’t help but get a whiff of the scents from other tables.

Their stomachs growled as they looked in longingly at the other people’s lush menus and then looked down on their bread with jam.

”Well, at least the three of us are together,” Tim said with a smile, swearing he’d be able to afford some better food first.

Tilda just rolled her eyes, looking around, and wondering if she could find someone she knew to treat her. Tim looked at Hana and held her hand. ”We’ll work hard and afford those good food, too.”

”Hmmm…” Hana said, looking a little disengaged. In fact, she pushed to go to Alterra not just because she was curious about it.

She insisted on going here primarily because she found out Ansel was here!

Back in Bright, while Tim was settling their accommodations, she had decided to go around on her own.

She ended up being lazy in the park while the others went around and hoped to find some relatives or friends. There were a lot of parks (compared to the previous territory, anyway) and she loved it very much.

She was relaxing and wondering how to make a life out of this new home when she overheard a few girls picking fruits while fawning at the same time.

It felt like she was brought back to before the disaster where this was a common sight. It felt a bit disorienting—like it was something from a previous life.

Anyway, the girls looked like they were simping, squealing amongst themselves. ”Master Garan is the best!” she said. ”That cool chiseled profile is to die for!”

”No, the Golden God is!” another said. ”Master Garan is for Miss Althea only!”

”Hugo and Helios are really great too! I like tanned men. Those muscles… ughn~”

”Fable is still the best for me. With the improved physiques here, he became even more handsome, and have you seen him quadruple flip? Oh my gosh! My panties fell when he landed!”

”Master Ansel is so handsome! That flowy red hair—I can just bury my fingers—Kyaaa~”

”Ansel!?” She exclaimed, her voice higher pitched than usual. The girls flinched at the intrusion and they stared at her weirdly.

”You…”

Hana realized her overreaction and immediately gathered herself. ”Ah, I’m sorry,” she said, back to her demure self.

Her face was flushed in embarrassment. Even during all that suffering, she had never lost herself like this.

”Ansel Witt is an old friend of mine—very handsome, has red hair, and a charming personality. Are we talking about the same person?”

”Ah! So you’re Master Ansel’s friend?” One of the girls said, looking at her with interest. ”Wow, how nice is he?”

”Very nice.”

”That’s so nice…” they said, fawning again. Hana took this chance to make her follow-up inquiries.

”Can you tell me where he is? I would love to see him again.”

The girls blinked and, to her disappointment, shook their heads. ”Ah, he’s not here,” they told her. ”He’s from Alterra.”

She remembered the name in her heart, determined to go there.

So when Atlas announced he was going to Alterra, she supported his decision and even convinced Tim to do the same. They weren’t 100% into it because they had to pay a good amount to join the caravan, but she convinced him of all the good things she heard about Alterra.

So here they were.

She looked at the smiling Tim with a complicated expression.

What should she do about Tim?

Then, in her guilt, her eyes drifted to Tilda, who was staring at her with narrow eyes.

Her heart dropped and she looked down and resumed eating her bread in silence.

Anyway, she should find him first before doing anything. So many things happened since then and, knowing him, he probably got a few girlfriends in between. What if he was together with someone now?

But what would he think if he saw her with a boyfriend? Would he dislike her? Would he think she was fickle?

Or… would he get jealous?

Either way, Hana didn’t think too deeply about their current relationships, although her heart did clench a little at the thought of hurting Tim. However, even if she was reluctant to leave Tim, it was Ansel who could make her heart beat so loudly, making her feel alive.

Although Ansel had a reputation, he was never bad to them. He was very good, and he made them feel nice and good about themselves.

And because he never went beyond kisses, the women also felt he wasn’t in it for sex but for love. And because they didn’t give so much to him, the breakups were rarely messy.

Rather, when he made clear that they should part ways, they just understood it was part of his character and that it was nothing personal. Their memories with him remained to be good ones.

And her memories of Ansel... were some of Hana’s best. Who could blame her from wanting to get them back?