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

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A few hours later the entire street—thereby named ’Post Street’ —was completed!

The Pharmacy and the Post Office were placed facing each other at the center of the street, and they were adjacent to dozens of shophouses lined up until the end of the street.

There were trees strategically left behind, but there were also transplanted trees there.

They were moved at some point by goblins, who seemed to have great uprooting and replanting capabilities. There were also benches placed every couple of meters by Baron’s Woodworking shop (they were very efficient and they did have a couple in stock).

In the span of hours, an entire new setting was created!

”My goodness,” one of the spectator(who had his own stool) said as he stood up, placing his seat back to his space. ”To think that just this morning, I was picking my morning gouji fruit here.”

Gouji fruit happened to be the fruit he liked best after the sweet Terran fruits, primarily because it was cheap and accessible, but also because he had dark red hair similar to Gouji fruit. (It was so similar that he once had a messenger bird nest on his head—to both his, and Reddit’s, chagrin).

This was Fred1 who, as the boss, had flexible time and therefore had the fortune of joining whatever event he wanted to join in.

He said it was so he could be ’on-call’ if an incident happened. For example, he could take over troublesome or sensitive guests as needed. This happened many times like that time when the Guia folks—may they not rest in peace—went for a tour.

And then… he turned to the half-orcs sitting next to him. He remembered Baku’s case quite a bit. The big guy felt his stare and turned. Because they were so big, they naturally couldn’t stand like the others.

”What is it?”

”Nah, I just suddenly remembered the feeling of being lifted up.”

”Wanna do it again?”

”...”

”Pff—” Cassie laughed, and they saw that Bumi1 and Emer 2were also smiling. Their two teams were designated here and they naturally took advantage to ’watch the crowd and keep order’ by ’making sure they were seen by the mobs by being in front of the line’.

Fred pouted, and Baku’s eyes twitched. He suddenly felt a bit guilty, but it wasn’t his personality to show it. His tail would always seem scary and his ears would never soften.

”I’ll help you level up,” was all he said again, coolly turning away. This naturally got the red-head to perk up.

”Whoa!” ”Really!?”

He nodded and Fred almost jumped like a kid. Anyone who had trained with the half-orcs knew how efficient they were. Who knew! Maybe he’d leave that jerk-lover-boy Troy and his weapons in the dust this year!

”Then I’d definitely have to fill my space with stocks!” he said, looking at the Pharmacy getting completed with the last shingles above the eye level finishing up. It was themed like everything else and was probably designed beautifully inside.

Soon, the long-awaited announcement dinged inside everyone’s minds.

[The Pharmacy (Lv1) and Post Office (Lv1) is now open! 30% OFF for all purchases done within the next 28 Hours! Standard Purchase Limits apply!]

There was a burst of discussion (more than the ongoing murmurs) that exploded and the crowd started moving towards the two new Buildings, lining up to see it for themselves.

As people who got nice positions, Fred’s group was among the first to line up. No one dared cut in line because those people—unless they were well-liked like Althea and Mathilda—historically did not meet good ends. (Not killed, but they may or may not be ostracised or bullied).

Emer looked at the half-orcs in front of him. They were chatting well and were immersed in the territory like everyone else and, until now, he still felt it was a bit surreal.

Rather, it made him feel imbalanced when he first saw it, which was different from his usual bouts of clumsiness.

Getting rid of his misogynistic views was one thing, but when it came to another race he did need a bit more time. Undoing one’s beliefs for decades was never easy.

”Emer?” Gochi asked. ”Would you like to line up ahead of us?”

Emer shook his head, smiling. The half-orc must’ve felt some complex feeling in him, which made Emer feel both embarrassed and guilty.

His Terran girlfriend broke up with him because of these biases, when would he learn?

”I’m sorry,” he said.

Gochi nodded. ”I know.”

…

Not far from them (well about a hundred people behind) were Bayna and Glio,1 Sahara’s servants, as well as Ladron and Landi, 2who were once part of Yassof Village.

Aborigines were the minority in Alterra—or, at least, they had the least effect and power, even if they were increasing in numbers. While they did feel very happy here and they loved to interact with the Terrans, they also needed some time to befriend circles with the same experiences as they had.

Don’t get them wrong—Terrans were admirable people they would love to emulate, but there was still a certain comfort to being with people who completely understood what they had been through.

There were too many cases where Terrans would give advice that were easy to say, but difficult to do for them.

How easy was it to just be friendly with races they had looked down on or were taught to be ’dirty’?

How easy was it to leave a ’cheater’ who one depended on their whole lives?

How easy was it to take on roles they never thought they’d ever hold?

How easy was it to let go of the beliefs that made them who they were?

It was just human nature.

Still, it was also human nature to strive for better conditions, especially since they had seen that there were possibilities and what they were.

So, while it was taking some time for a few natives to adjust, they were definitely changing bit by bit.

Slowly, but surely, they would transform to become legitimate ’Alterrans’ by heart.

Glorious Hospitality Owner (the tour guide company)

One of the Heat Wave rescues

One of the recent Village Center hires. Nothing spectacular, but he was one of the decent options after days of no-hire days

To jog your memory: They were beat up in Bleulle back then

They were part of the self-aware villagers who gave up immediately during a war. Their village was once under Basset Town