After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 52

[STATS:

Name: Althea Witt

Age: 25

Level: 4 (1430/10000)

Life: 300/700

Spirit: 290/700 (-5%)

Physical: 105 (-5%) +40

Agility: 107 (-20%) +10

Defense: 74 +91

Mana: 500

Physical Potential: B

Mental potential: SS+

Skills:

Active: Elementary Appraisal (D), Perfect Aim (D), Quick Shot (D)

Passive: None

Elemental Affinity: Wood, Water, Earth

Titles: None

Overall rank: S

Current Status: Gestating: two life forms, weakened state ]

[WEALTH: 9,711 gold and 79267 silver, 15287 copper]

[EQUIPMENT:

Head: None

Ears: None

Body: Leather Jacket, cotton undergarments +2 Defense

Synthetic Vest +3 Defense

Rainbow Silk Undergarments (A). +80 Defense, +10 Agility, +50 Spirit

Arms: Arm Brace +1 Defense

Legs: Leather Pants +2 Defense

Hands: Bellagio Bow (B): +40 ATK

Leather Gloves +1 Defense

Feet: Leather Boots +2 Defense, +0 Agility ]

Althea took a good look at her beautiful stats, before returning to the present, to the hopeful sight of the river, even if it was a little far away.

She made a mental note of the location and, considering the terrain, she mused it would take another day to get there.

Also considering that they had already paid for the daily entrance fee to the Royal territory, she decided to defer the trip to the next day. She was rich, but she was not about to waste that precious silver.

She patted the dust and leaves that hang on her body. She climbed back down the trees, and headed back to her team…

…with eyes brighter than ever.

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Royal Territory.

In contrast with Althea’s lax attitude, her companions were very, very, edgy.

It had been four hours after dusk and there was no sign of Althea, leaving her team frantically walking to and fro in worry.

They knew her strength very well, the low-level monsters in this area were no match to her.

It was just that…

"What if she got poisoned again?"

They all froze and went pale at the thought.

The three of them couldn’t relax and ended up waiting outside the door. Sheila even awakened her unhygienic old bad habit of biting on her fingernails.

Fortunately, after another hour, a familiar silhouette finally came to view.

As they walked, they saw Priya with many others squatting down and collecting. She saw that Priya collected a lot of ’wheat’ which she later found out to be locally named Flute (Lv1).

"Don’t you run out of things to pick up?" Sheila asked curiously.

Priya shook her head. "Actually, we discovered that the growth rate in this continent is amazing. Some very simple, very small plants tend to refresh every few days, while larger ones—though unconfirmed as they’re still growing—should take a week or less."

She said, pointing at a plant with its root stable in place. "In theory, as long as the roots are still there. If cut or destroyed, I heard, the plant will no longer refresh."

Althea nodded, she had indeed noticed this phenomenon as well.

But one thing was a mystery to her. Strictly speaking, as long as the people didn’t cut out roots, there would never be a food shortage here.

So… why was the food in the restaurant so horrible?

Speaking of which, she saw a couple of people who just came from the restaurant wearing a frown. "I can’t get used to the food here."

The man nodded, disgust evident on his face. "I agree."

Althea’s sharp eyes observed the other customers and, unsurprisingly, none of them were satisfied.

Soon, another set of friends came out, sighing. "Well, at least we’re full right?"

"Just add Gouji fruit to your gruel, and it tastes a whole lot better." One said, "If we could find a way to process it, even better."

"That makes sense. But then the cost of eating will now double."

Althea eavesdropped in interest. Sure enough, someone would find a way to improve the food somehow.

Terran was divided into 4 continents: North, South, East, West.

Her continent, East, was famous for its gourmet culture. She looked around and saw that dislike of the people. Her people would really have a hard time adjusting in this place.

If they didn’t innovate, that was.

However, looking at the people around, actively trying not only to survive… but also try to make their lives better—

She had a feeling that, as long as people were given a safe enough environment, this wouldn’t be much of a problem at all.

In a place where they no longer needed to worry about their basic needs, their lives, their safeties… she believed that the creativity of her people would lead them to create a good life for themselves and, maybe, for others.

She wondered, to what degree her territory would be able to encourage this, and she felt quite excited.

Another goal: Added.