After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1643

Chapter 1643: Wazan

The vibrant townscape made their hearts flutter with excitement. They also encountered some of their people here, and some of them were already freaking drunk!

For example, a few hours before dusk, Lord Crispin’s group passed by Nightlife Street. It was apparently a good time to visit, as the traffic of people would arrive as soon as dusk arrived. By then, they’d struggle to pass through properly just by the sheer number of people there.

Crunk, his nephew, was already there with several party members. They were already inebriated. How long had it been since they parted ways?!

"Uncccleee! I lovvveee this placeeee. I already filled up my space with booozzzeee. Drink with meee, Uncle!"

"Milord! Milooorddd! This is amazinggg. Please tell us you made good deals!"

Ignoring those fools, the Lord continued with his trip. Similarly, their guide retained her professionalism and was definitely used to all the stupidity.

Interestingly, they crossed paths with Lord Hodai, who had taken the Foodie Hospitality Team’s package and went on an eating spree.

Crispin’s eyebrows rose when he saw the other Lord trudging, probably from a full stomach. That said, their bodies’ metabolic rate at their level was not low, so he’d definitely be ready to eat more after a walk.

The next part of the walk, one to the mountainous parks and viewing decks, seems to have an intersection, so they decided to travel together in the end.

The two groups melshed and started chatting about what they had seen and their commentaries. Some parts of the territory, the other group hadn’t been to, so they were each looking forward to seeing more.

They continued to look around and saw the atmosphere around the citizens. They were happy and relaxed, but at the same time, one could tell their levels were consolidated. They were so well-balanced that one could only envy.

The ratio of aborigines was large, and each of them had a smile on their face. At the same time, they were acting like equals with others, and even the strong mercenaries—those around level 30—acted like normal people, even when they were interacting with weak level 10s.

There were also groups of goblins lounging around, playing, and laughing. There was even a pair of half-orcs holding hands along the parks, occasionally stopping to return a few greetings they received along the way, like it was the most normal thing.

It was amazing.

They would still need a few decades to become a Town, but knowing that this was all created by a fellow Terran made them feel hopeful—made them feel it wasn’t impossible for their own territories to accomplish the same.

This hope was enough to fire up the Lord and their people, to increase their standards and improve their own territories. In time, this would ultimately improve the lives of the people under them to a degree that had once been unimaginable to them.

This was something for later, of course.

Right now, they just remembered the time when they had just Migrated. The memories of how difficult it was to pass through day by day while keeping all of one’s limbs were still clear in their minds.

Their goal was really just to survive. In contrast, while they were focused on that, there was someone else who made all this— created a world where even the high-level locals would flock to.

Alterra had become so rich and stable that its hands reached far away from its own lands.

This showed they didn’t have to be limited to surviving. They could thrive, and even more so than the territories that had been here for years.

The Lords found themselves in deep thought as they reached the Viewing Deck, looking over the part of Town visible from there. Anywhere they looked, they felt a sense of awe that made their eyes a little warm.

At some point, though, when dusk arrived and cold winds slapped their faces, a realization similarly struck them. "Hey."

"What?"

"Don’t you think Alterra is too good?"

"Yeah, so?"

"How many of the people who went with us are gonna come back?"

"..."

"..."

Damnit!

...

Ferrol Town

While happy alliances were forming in Alterra, a certain menacing group was standing outside the Post Office of Ferrol Town.

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