After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115: Alterra Town!
[Congratulations! Alterra Village (Lv3) has officially upgraded to Alterra Town (Lv1)!]

The victory announcement resounded in everyone’s minds, and—after a moment of silence—the surroundings exploded into cheers.

“WHOOOO!!!”

“OHYEAHH!”

“TOWN! We’re a Town now!!”

Many people even had their hands up, fists clenched, and mouths forming ‘os’, as if to express their happiness using their whole bodies.

Althea and Garan—covered in sweat and grime like everyone else—met each other’s eyes, both breaking into smiles.

During the latter part of the mob clearing, they fought closer and closer to where the other was until they were in each other’s sight at all times.

When the announcement was made, Garan headed to the wall and jumped on the carcass of some beasts that died there.

He effortlessly landed on the battlement next to his wife, who gracefully put away her weapon as she faced him.

“Another step forward,” he said, taking her hand. She giggled. She was tired and sweaty, but her heart was filled with excitement.

There were plenty of unknowns at this stage—some good and some bad—but whatever they were, they added a lot of excitement to their days.

It kept them on their toes, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. They just have to face everything with a positive heart.

She wrapped her fingers around his, tightening their grip.

“Another step forward.”

…

As per standard operating procedure, the logistics team immediately came out with their stretchers. They were there to take their injured citizens to the clinics or the hospitals.

The gates were opened wide and dozens of carts pulled by Broats emerged. ‘Meehhh~’ they sounded, pulling relatively big carts. Each cart could carry about ten to twelve people sitting upright, and about 5 to 6 if they were lying down.

They called them ‘Broatbulance’.

Some would have covers that protected the passengers from the sun, while most were open-air, letting them feel the breeze outside.

The priority was those who had difficulty moving. The broatbulances would also work nonstop until they were ordered. In this case, they would head back in with the patients, delivering them to their destinations inside, and then they would head back out after disembarking.

The animals also had cute banners around their heads to signify their differing functions. This banner was blue if the situation wasn’t urgent, so these were heading to clinics for some first aid. If the banner was red, they would go straight to the hospitals, where some surgery might be required.

There was also the black banner for corpses. Fortunately, with the ‘sacrifice’ of the enemies, there were no deaths on Alterra’s side. Most of the injuries, in fact, were from the stronger prisoners of war they ordered to head out for atonement points.

Their survivors would occupy these black carts instead, so the Alterrans knew who they were about to treat. Of course, to ensure the safety of their own people, these injured ‘enemies’ were taken to a temporary built-up clinic near the gates and were not allowed deeper inside until they were dealt with.

The slaves who hid by the wall and buried themselves were gathered and tied. Those who weren’t System Slaves would all take oaths and become Prisoners of War. If they were too injured to walk, they’d get to ride on the broat as well, though a small fare would be charged to their accounts.

For these people, because they weren’t from any associate territories, it’d be too difficult to judge whether they were decent people or not. They could only force them to make a detailed oath, also charged in their accounts and (if it was empty) added to their debts. As for whether they’d keep them in Alterra or ‘sell’ them elsewhere, that would depend on the territory’s needs.

To make sure no one was just pretending to be a slave, they would also add something to the oath, and it had to be said that the brains of the Lawyers of Alterra were really maximized during these times.

As for how these accounts were paid off, it would vary. ‘Slaves’ were technically free to live as if they were not slaves. They would have jobs and things like that, and therefore these charges would just add to the debts they’d have to pay for within a year.

For the Prisoners of war, after a certain amount of time, they would be able to choose whether to add their contribution points to cancel out some atonement points, or to use them to buy goods.

Don’t look at Alterra being so stingy, calculating everything. This was mostly so the system would never be taken advantage of—especially by criminals—and no one would take the rules and regulations for granted.

There was also the Bikebulance, where it was human bike drivers who were manning the vehicle. Broats were faster, cheaper, and required less labor though, so they remained a popular option as a mode of transportation.

While helping the injured get onto the Broatbulance or Bikebulance, some people started to celebrate.

Even if they were filled with blood and grime, as long as their legs could move, they would likely be seen happily celebrating whether it was inside or outside the territory walls.

Garan frowned, and he looked at his soldiers who were pretty much leading the carelessness. “Stand properly!”

Instinctively, the soldiers entered a proper stance. Althea giggled.

Garan’s expression softened when he heard his wife’s voice, but he kept his solemn expression as he looked at the soldiers.

He also narrowed his eyes as he stared at the ambulatory citizens on the ground. “Don’t relax yet! Clean up everything!” Garan yelled, looking at the thousands of monster corpses around.

“Are you planning on wasting all this loot?”

This made everyone flinch.

Oh, right!!

Not to mention leaving so many bodies outside would attract more beasts, the bodies themselves were treasure troves to them! Their knowledge of the bodies’ uses only increased in time, with some being more creative than the others!

They didn’t know how other territories handled monster carcasses but—in Alterra—it was a very active industry that produced a heck of a lot of jobs!

One of the pioneers of collecting whole body parts (of monsters, duh) actually bought his own house already—and this was during the Prohibition1! The house prices in Alterra were no joke during that period! Even people from Towns get intimidated!

And so, people muted their celebratory mood and cleaned up.

In Terran, there was a saying that one must clear the dust and clutter to invite space for good fortune!

Hey, cleaning up was also their way to wish their home well!