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

”Those with enough elf blood perished—leaving only the most diluted descendants alive, the pseudo-elves.”

”According to the records, whether it was the pure bloods or the half-elves, they all dissipated into glimmering dust, combining with the world, ultimately saving it from certain destruction.”

”Only those with very, very little elven blood survived, though the first generation of survivors after Elven Extinction died early deaths due to various causes, mostly health-related.”

”The pseudo-elves are descendants who could no longer use the powers of the elves, but they could use arrays and were excellent at them. Even the dwarves were no match for pseudo-elves.”

”There were various tribes of pseudo-elves left behind; some were recorded, most were not. Generally, after the extinction event, they left and isolated themselves, mostly in contact with just each other for hundreds of years, probably intermarrying among each tribe.”

”It was said that, after the lineage gathered enough aether, talent, and bloodline, the elf blood would rise again.”

Silence passed by the room, and Zenno paused, allowing them to absorb what he uttered so far. He also hydrated his throat with the lovely tea, taking a few more bites of his snacks.

After chewing down his 5th snack, he continued. ”As for what happened some decades ago—one that resulted in the disappearance of the psuedo-elves—it has two widely accepted versions.”

”One version was that there was a group of rogue pseudo-elves who hated the fact that they sacrificed, especially those whose family had died just because they had a bit more elven blood in them.”

”To be honest, even if this one was true, I wouldn’t blame them. I could only imagine how it’d feel like to see how many humans were still trash.”

They must’ve thought: So these are the trash we were sacrificed for.

”Although some would say the elves sacrificed because the world would’ve been destroyed anyway, their bloodline was very strong, and their abilities were mysterious. There was a chance they could’ve survived as a race, though everyone else would’ve definitely died.”

”This line of thought, perhaps, festered in certain groups—that the elves had been ’sacrificed’ to save the other races.”

”This subgroup of pseudo-elves allegedly destroyed towns and even cities, and many territories grouped together to get revenge on these vigilante pseudo-elves.”

”Allegedly, they were all purged.”

”The other version was that people wanted the surviving pseudo-elves in their lineage, so they looked for their homes in hopes of mixing blood with them.”

”Although technically, this method would dilute the elven blood even more, just awakening a bit of it was a guarantee of having an excellent progeny.”

”The remaining pseudo-elves, in this theory, had simply integrated into the population.”

”Personally, I think there was truth in both, and perhaps they happened in parallel, or at least some version of them.”

In both versions, there was something similar: The final battle that caused the disappearance.

A few decades ago, several cities and their subsidiaries banded together to attack the known tribes. By that time, they did not attack until they got information about all tribes, as if to make sure there was no escape.

He looked at the babies, who were playing with a dollhouse (except Meatball was playing the monster), and immediately felt complicated.

Garan’s memories were still unclear, but just hearing these stories made his blood boil. Ironically, it made the surroundings colder instead.

”Which territories?”

”Oh, don’t worry about them,” he said. ”They had all fallen very quickly. None of those cities is still standing. It was said to be the work of survivors, or at least of their allies or of people/races that owed them.”

”Ah, I did hear that one of the former sites of one of the destroyed cities had been reoccupied. It’s now a Town.

”They’re quite low-key. I think they have found some remnants of the old place, using them to raise the territory’s quality relatively quickly...” Zenno paused, trying to recall the name. It had been years since he heard of it, after all. ”Hirosaat? Hir...Hirsoot?”

Althea looked at him and helped him out. ”Hirsuite Town?”

”Yes!”

Althea blinked, recalling where she had heard it before. Staff members were asked, if they wanted to, to write detailed essays about territories they had been to for contribution points. Of course, if there was an oath, they could just reveal what was allowed.

And from there, she knew that a Hirsuite Town was one of the Center hires, Hiro Rin’s, hometown.1

Interesting.

...

Meanwhile, in Hassen City, a large number of people gathered in a certain area next to the barracks. Next to them were large masses on wheels, covered by tarpaulin made of beast hide or by wooden boxes.

”They must win this war,” Evos, the Lord, said, looking at the dozens of weapons leaving the territory.

”Are we really investing so much in them?” Pairo, his son, couldn’t help but ask. ”What if they encountered travel during transport? The way there is not short.”

”We can recoup it. It’s not like we can’t make more. We still have dozens of these kinds, and their use at our level is limited.” It was better to gain excess money and a promising new territory with it.

Pairo nodded respectfully, and then he was dismissed. After Evos was alone with his guards, he walked to another area of the territory.

It was part of the Royal gardens, and there was a hidden access behind one of the large rocks there. After placing his aether signature on a certain rock, the rocks seemed to slide apart, revealing a small room with stone floors.

After this, he placed both hands on the wall. Energy condensed on his hands, and soon, the whole room shook. A moment later, a staircase heading to a tunnel appeared, and they went down dozens of flights of steps until they reached the bottom.

Under the large park was a massive underground room that was as big as a small village.

And there were plenty of little humanoid creatures with short legs walking around with chains on their necks.

the center hire who always fell down due to imbalance in the ears