After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 39

[STATS:

Name: Ansel Witt

Age: 23

Level: 3 (30/5000)

Life: 265/500

Spirit: 225/500

Physical: 72

Agility: 65

Defense: 47 +1

Mana: 300

Physical Potential: S

Mental potential: A+

Skills:

Active: Stab (E)

Passive: None

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Titles: None

Overall rank: A

Current Status: Normal ]

He looked at his stats in satisfaction. Something beautiful was finally listed.

Although leveling up didn’t fill up the stats to the brim, thevalues added during the progression were added. It was more than enough.

Soon, Tom also reached level 3, and eventually dealing with the monsters became a bit lighter.

He also got a skill, with very similar specs to his own. [Slash (E) : Adds 1% power to an attack. Cost: 2 Mana]

Now they were finally being given a way to survive, which was somewhat of a relief.

The two continued on their way, fighting an occasional mob, following the traces human beings made.

Although these traces were a bit gruesome—mostly blood—they were traces nevertheless.

Things went relatively smoothly until they saw an arm appearing to reach out to them from behind the bushes.

Tom flinched in surprise and was quick to give a helping hand. He used a good part of his strength to pull up the person…

Only he lost balance as he pulled, almost falling to his back.

Thankfully he had good reflexes, and his eyes focused on the arm he pulled, wondering if he used too much force and how come the person was so light. But his eyes followed the hand to the arm and further up—

"Ahhh!" He yelled, letting go of the arm.

Because… it was really just an arm.

Ansel got goosebumps while Tom paled, as if he had lost all blood on his face.

From his peripheral vision, Ansel saw Tom gag in his direction. The big man almost barfed at him.

Jerk.

Ansel looked at the older man in disgust. "It’s like you didn’t see zombie heads flying around—"

"That’s different!" Tom argued. After all, the people he knew who died turned into zombies.

Because he knew them, he knew clearly that the bodies were no longer ’them’.

After a short time, Tom had understood the fact that zombies were no longer humans.

More than anything, killing them was liberation to his friends and family.

Joking aside, Ansel’s guard went up several notches at the sight of the severed arm.

It didn’t take long for them to see more and more body parts, likely from different people.

There was even a small foot, clearly belonging to a small child.

The two silently continued to walk until they finally saw the huge body of a monster. But its attention was on the body it was mauling.

The poor person was a woman. Or, it was. Not counting the severed arms, half-bitten face, and overflowing innards.

Looking closer they realized that it was an acquaintance; it was one of the people who teleported with them.

This time Tom really puked.

Fortunately, it was in the bushes.

The smell seemed to have alerted the monster and it turned its ugly head in their direction. Growling, it quickly sprinted and opened its mouth to eat the fresh meat.

[Used Stab (D), -2 Mana!]

[Used Stab (D), -2 Mana!]

[Used Stab (D), -2 Mana!]

[Killed Sabermouth (Lv1): +30 Experience, +30 copper]

Tom was pulled to the present when he saw the body of the monster fall in front of him.

He realized his gaffe and quickly wiped his mouth with his shirt before apologizing. "...sorry."

Ansel ignored him and walked closer to the dismembered woman. "Help her out." He said, asking Tom to do the dirty work. He called it ’training’.

They quickly buried the body next to where she was found and added a stick to mark her grave, placing the bracelet on the separated arm on top.

They bowed a little, giving the respect they could give to someone they hadn’t even talked to, but a fellowman nevertheless.

"It’s fine." It was a young man in his late twenties.

He had a clean inviolable aura around him that made people let down their guards.

"My name is Micheal Berti." He said, "I am the Lord of this territory."

Lord?

Someone actually owned a territory? How??

Despite the many questions in their heads, the group of them nodded out of politeness. The policemen even looked awed, and the young man smiled in response.

"I am one of the few people who luckily received something called a Lord Token, that allows us to build our own territory." He said, calmly introducing his situation to them.

Although Ansel had a little dislike towards the guy, he had to laud him for being patient enough to explain, considering his ’status’.

"I am also the first Terran to create his own territory. I received rewards that would definitely let us be in an advantageous position."

Ansel’s eyebrows rose in interest. First, there would be safe havens that could be created by Terrans, and now there seemed to be a reward system?

On the other hand, the policemen were more vocal in their interest. "What reward? If you can tell, of course."

Micheal smiled. "No problem. I was awarded level 2 fences which will definitely be difficult to obtain normally."

The group looked at each other in relief.

This was indeed good. After all, this man saved up huge amounts of gold which could be used to improve the lives of those inside.

The two policemen looked at each other with a smile.

Ansel looked at the man, "Can you tell the conditions of becoming Lord?"

Ansel asked, casually. He just treated him his age. Ansel really didn’t like him much; he could feel what a fake smile looked like when he saw one.

The question earned him a few guarded stares from the guy’s cronies, but Micheal didn’t seem to have taken any offense.

"A lot of gold." He just said vaguely.

Ansel whistled. "You must be rich then," he said, crossing his arms. Ghoo looked absolutely offended at his casualness.

"How come I never heard of you before?"

"I lived in the Western continent, but some business transaction brought me to Aberdeen city."

Ansel flinched. "What?"

Michael’s eyes sharpened a little and repeated what he said.

Ansel’s devil-may-care attitude took a 180-degree turn as he faced the man, ready to bombard him with questions.

Soon he found out that this lord, along with a lot of his people, were in Aberdeen City before the disaster.

Aberdeen city was hundreds of kilometers away from where he was when the Migration happened.

That meant… could Althea be here?