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

A/N: Chapters Dedicated to castle-giver _Cardinal~!

Request: More Babies Please! Lololol

In retrospect, I should’ve done this sooner xDD Thanks for reminding~

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Garan looked at his children hoarding his wife.

Then again, it was natural. He was not soft, while his wife was the softest. It was understandable the kids would prefer to hug her.

Thinking of this, his arms wrapped around her waist and caressed it a bit before they stood up and placed the children in their high chairs.

Because the kids were so energetic, they couldn’t sit still for a long time, which was why they called on to them while they were already halfway through their meals.

Anyway, the babies couldn’t stop themselves from having soft snacks earlier while the adults were preparing so they were definitely not hungry.

Rather, their appetite made them grow more horizontally than vertically and she was already starting to wonder if she should start managing their diets.

”Mwamaa! Fwood!!” Meatball said with that milky voice of his, looking at her as if he was starved. Pepper was also pouting, her cheeks looking puffier than usual.

”...”

”Fine…” she succumbed, and the couple fed the babies the flavored soft mushy food they loved.

As the two children munched and munched on their food as if they had black holes in their throats, Althea couldn’t help but look at her kids again.

Other than their size, they had also grown quickly in other ways.

Next to ’mama’ and ’papa’, the next words they learned were ’hungwy’ and ’fwood’. Then after a few months, they learned a few others (though most of which still related to food).

Terran babies would typically say their first words at 10 to 14 months, while aborigine babies started talking about a month or two earlier than that. Her babies… they started speaking at 6 months…

In overall appearance, her children were one year old but they look almost 2.

She was very worried. Would this pace continue as they grow? What did that imply about their lifespans?

There were just more and more worries. However, during this time, they at least got a hint of how to keep them from using their powers unexpectedly.

The answer was simple: Exercise.

How they figured this out was quite interesting. Before the cruisers, the kids had increased show of power to about once every few days, usually in congruence with the other.

When the cruisers were introduced, this was eventually reduced to about once every week. But when they got used to it and it was no longer challenging, they started exhibiting powers more often again.

The ’training’ with the aether ball was useful, but only to a point. It lost effect when the babies started walking and no longer needed their powers to capture it.

When that happened, chaos abounded.

Sometimes Pepper would suddenly appear outside of her cruiser. She would then cry while crawling because she couldn’t get back in again.

Sometimes, they’d see Meatball floating but holding on to his cruiser, as if using it as an anchor of sorts. It was especially scary when this happened while he was outside.

At the time it was Garan watching over the kids and his heart dropped when he saw his son floating and almost letting go of the cruiser. He immediately used his ability to create a stair for himself to get the baby, who was confused at first and then giggled when he realized his father got to him.

The baby was laughing, but Garan was extremely pale.

If he had been left alone, he could’ve floated to the skies! Should they have him on ropes at all times? They considered it before, but…

Fortunately, when the babies started running, the manifestations were controlled again.

Basically, as long as they were doing something physically challenging for them, they were unlikely to exhibit their powers.

As for what would happen after they got used to running… they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

Anyway, the dinner party soon approached its end with a birthday song, and a large lemon-flavored cake (the birthday girl’s request) was brought in.

It was just that—as if the world didn’t want too much of a happy thing—a familiar ding echoed inside Althea’s head.

[Resso Village (Lv3) has declared war on Alterra Village (Lv3). The War begins in 13:59:59.]

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Her eyebrows rose as she sipped on her lemonade. Resso Village? It was one of Basset Town’s stronger subsidiaries.

Since they found out about that meeting—especially after finding out that Fargo was involved—they had been following their movements closely.

There were also a lot of Basset Town spies planted in Alterra, but they managed to get a few of them.

It wasn’t difficult, especially with Alterra’s reporting system. Some citizens were even sly enough to take the money and then turn around to report them.

As for the capturing of the spies though, they had to be a little careful. In most cases, they just had to throw some insults at them and they’d send themselves to prison.

However, for the smarter ones, they had to frame them for other things so it didn’t exacerbate the tension and alert the other side that they were on to them.

When they found out a lot of the spies were targeting the Elders and their families though, these spies were set to a long time of slavery in the mines.

There were also a lot of plans that had Fargo’s signature on it. For example, some people were assigned to poison wells. Sad for them, after what happened to Bright back then they naturally had a lot of SOPs prepared for such cases.

At the same time, Alterra also planted a couple of spies in Basset Town.

The spies they sent were non-elemental aborigines so they could blend in, and they had been there for more than two months now.

Among these spies were the siblings Tambai and Tanod. They were quite good at their jobs and Alterra had been receiving some interesting news from them.

So… they had known for a long time that something was brewing; it was just a matter of time before those people decided they were ’ready’ to attack.

Apparently, the time was now. They must’ve gotten wind of the request to recall thousands of people back. The best time to attack was, indeed, before those people returned. They were probably planning on targeting the returning caravans, too.

She narrowed her eyes, thinking of the next plan of action.

Unexpectedly, while she was thinking, another ding sounded in her head.

[You have met the requirements to upgrade to Town (Lv1). Would you like to upgrade now?]

Her eyes widened a bit, her eyes sparkling at an idea.

”Hey, Ansel,” she said, making everyone turn to her. ”You know how we’re planning on doing a firework show for tomorrow’s program right?”

”Uh… yeah? What is it?”

Tomorrow was the exact 1-year mark after their migration. As per their tradition, there naturally had to be a big program involved.

However, it couldn’t all go as planned because of the war and Althea thought of a very important thing to modify.

”Can we do it earlier?”