After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1079

Chapter 1079: Prelude to Upgrade (Part 1)

There was the new Elder, Volohov, followed by Rosalind, and then by

Oslo, Ansel, and Winona. In terms of appearance, the two older generations hadn’t changed much except they looked a little younger due to leveling up a bit.

The younger ones seemed to have a slight image change though. Oslo’s hair was even longer than before, from just past his shoulder to now reaching his thigh.

His golden hair was still the object of fascination for hairstylists alike, and it had become a great honor to cut his hair.

It was just good genes. Even without magnificent hair products, the Golds’ hair had a natural sheen. Now that they were also using Alterran hair products, they became manes of another world.

There were salons that framed his golden locks somewhere, claiming their products and services could ‘get you the Gold’s tresses’.

He did have a nice hairpin that, when he was working, tied his luscious locks into a graceful manbun.

It was very handsome. Many girls from the design team took pictures of him with their phones.

It was the first time Oslo had encountered it and he was so fascinated by the ‘magic tool’ that he allowed the girls to take as many pictures of him as they wanted.

Some men did ask why he just didn’t cut it since it seemed like a hassle to tie it up every time. In turn, he asked if it bothered them and the female population eavesdropping were quick to correct him.

“NO!”

“You’re fine! It’s good to put effort! Don’t be like these slobs!!”

Slobs-who-bathed-every-day: “…”

Next to him, Ansel also had quite a few changes. In contrast to Oslo’s longer hair, his was shorter.

He had to cut off his hair to above the ears because he accidentally singed his hair during a battle. It was his own fire, too, which was really an embarrassment that caused him to be thrown to the barracks again.

He also claimed that, quote, it should be fine. His wife pulled on it too much at night so this was better, end quote, which also earned him a slap on the head from the aforementioned wife.

Speaking of Winona—whose hair had grown back to its original length—was already very obviously pregnant. As one of the first women to conceive in Xeno, she was already in their third trimester. It was only a matter of another month or two before they got the next batch of human newborns.

The Hospital was prepared for that and during this time a lot of important machines had been recreated, though only one or two were available because a lot of the materials were limited and extremely precise.

Anyway, there weren’t too many pregnant women yet and those few equipment were already enough.

Speaking of the next generation, Kimmy had already given birth to a beautiful little girl. She was quite cute and her features had been taken from her mother.

According to Juliet, she was a lot more stable after the birth of her child and was now living with Yelena and her son—who had also shown great improvements.

They would open up Patte’s survival if Juliet judged that it would be good for Kimmy or if she’d even want to be reminded of him at this point in time. In the meantime, that bastard was kept in the torture chamber, barely kept alive by healing potions.

In the past few months, only Kimmy’s baby was the new newborn among the humans—but not for other races.

The goblins with high fecundity and smaller gestation period, had already given birth. The smallest birth was twins, with an average of triplets. In the past few months, they had dozens of newborn goblin babies which was really bizarre to see but also very cute.

The goblins, even adults, when filled up, were really adorable. They became like little green round balls. The humans loved it so much that the green things were fed a lot whenever they lingered around humans.

This care was even more heartfelt with the babies. The humans would coo and admire the babies, filling the air with love. The pregnant goblins were treated with as much care as was given to the humans, too.

The Goblins had special senses to feel emotions and sincerity, so they knew that they were not acting at all.

Alterra’s good treatment—especially of pregnant goblins and babies—increased goblins’ loyalties even more.

The meeting began with each Elder reporting the states of their scopes, as well as their assessment of whether or not they were ready for an upgrade. They decided to discuss the most light-hearted topics first. First was Rosalind and her Education Department.

With the growing population of Alterra—and the boom they were expecting to experience right after the upgrade—Rosalind had now completely focused on the overall Educational concerns of the territory and retired as a teacher.

She discussed the various programs as well as the new subjects they were going to have per age group. Included in the high school curriculum was Xenoan politics, too, which they’d need at some point.

There were now a lot of teachers available—teaching was made into a lucrative (with good salaries and benefits) and a fulfilling job to have. They also got a lot of literate aborigines to teach the written language. With them at the helm, even the subtleties could be taught.

After so long, a good portion of the territory could already read some basic text indigenous to this continent.

The school also sold books, notebooks, pens, and the like in the school bookstore, which occupied a rather big space in front of the school. The resources were so affordable that some aborigines fainted from shock.

As for anything related to war, Rosalind could only say the values lesson was highly loved by the students. Even the younger kids became very ‘patriotic’.

In those subjects, they were taught about the rules of the territory, ethics, morals—and the many written, spoken, and unspoken rules of humanity.

However, these subjects also spoke of the reasons behind them. Values would only be remembered and applied when a student understood why they were important in the first place.

They also taught of Alterra’s history and its greatness, which the children admired very much.

It might’ve worked too well though, and Rosalind expressed her concern with the kids jumping to war prematurely.

The elders sighed. “We’d just have to remind the adults that the children… could get a bit too fired up during wars.”

Rosalind shook her head at the memory. It was in one of the classes she guessed in.

She realized the subjects worked too well and some kids were showing some hardcore “I want to fight for the territory” mantras going on.

“I want to fight!”

“Me too!”

Rosalind shook her head and this made the kids look like they’ve been wronged.

“But why Dean Rosalind! I can fight!”

“Me too! I fight in wars in my previous village!”

“Me, too!”

“Wow…” the other kids said, looking at the fighter kids as if they were very cool.

Rosalind paled a bit. “No.”

“Why?”

“You’re too young. Wars between villages was already one thing—wars between towns was a definite no-go.”

“Going to fight without proper strength and preparation would only make you burdens,” she told them, deciding to get straight to the point. “Get stronger first, and then we’ll talk.”

She said this with unusual harshness and she could only hope that they listened.

Of course, this also created a renewed wave of studious and hardworking students—aiming to be able to fight for their new home as the adults did.