After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1338

Chapter 1338: Resurfaced Memories (Part 1)
At this time, while his body recovered on its own, Garan’s mind entered a territory that it hadn’t untouched for a long, long, time—more than two decades, in fact.

It had been lying dormant in him as if it had settled peacefully in a secure box that suddenly opened up, exploding in his mind.

It started with the image of white, an endless expanse of white. He could feel himself moving through it. Although it was a memory, he could almost feel the cool, comforting mist that touched his skin.

Then he continued walking forward, upwards, until the white—clouds, he realized—parted ways, revealing a magnificent sight above it.

A village, carved into the mountain itself, stretched out before him. Lush greenery blanketed the slopes, and the winding roads threaded between the unique marble buildings like organized sets of ribbons.

Garan remembered the way his eyes widened, stunned by the beauty of it all.

“We’re finally in the Thalendir clan,” a low, resonating voice, sounded next to him. He looked up to see a tall silhouette of a big man.

He could not see his face, but he felt at peace.

As if anything in the world could happen, but they could be handled by this one man.

The man smiled and patted his head. “Is my son excited to explore a new village?” the man asked. “Heh, you don’t seem like you’re tired at all, considering we just climbed two or three thousand steps.”

“I like to climb more than just the tall trees at home,” he said. The trees at his home were very, very tall. It felt like if he fell, it’d take several seconds before he reached the ground. This time, they climbed even higher. They couldn’t see below though, because of the white.

The old man laughed, and his voice was so deep that it felt like the area around them echoed. Anyway, they continued to move and saw the small village up close.

It was a small, beautiful community, and he realized that the buildings were made with intricate shimmering stones seeming to protrude off the cliffs.

There were people there, bustling about, some chatting, some selling, and so on. They were all tall and good-looking, and he knew by instinct that they were ‘special’ humans like him, too. He had seen normal humans after all, so he could tell the difference.

Like his home village though, there were not many people in this one. No, this place might have even fewer people. At least his village reached a hundred people…

His father let him walk ahead of him so he could look around at his own pace. His blue eyes reflected the beautiful sight, as if remembering as many details as he could.

Of course, because he had a naturally stoic face, one could only see his eyes widening just a bit during this time.

At some point, his small feet stopped as they saw a few people building a house. They were building on a cliff with teams hanging on several meters overhead on vine-like ropes and seats.

On the other hand, a lot of the materials were stockpiled not too far below. There were a number of spectators though, some of whom volunteered to help out.

“It’s a new house for a newly married couple,” one of the supervisors said when they saw them watching. “It’s been a while since we had a construction project here so you can imagine the novelty.

“The other party’s a pure human though, it’s been a long time since we married outside the pseudo-elven clans.”

They nodded and continued to watch a little longer. Garan was also curious. They had very different buildings and methods back in his home village, after all.

He then saw one of them (on ground level) throw a carved wooden token smaller than his palms on the pile of materials. The token lit up and a larger array exploded an instant later.

The next thing he knew, the items were transferred on the platform above, several meters overhead.

His lips parted in awe. If he were like any other kid, he’d definitely go ‘Whoa’.

He tilted his head and turned to look at his father. “Father, do you think that those are better than our clan’s runes?” he asked with that monotonous little voice of his.

The man pursed his lips, wondering as well.

Their clan, the Arranis, had two runes. One was called the Meleor Sigil. When placed on an object, it could make it heavier. Another was called the Aerum Rune, which could make things float.

One of the applications of these runes in their home was called the Lift which would let their people go to the ground level, tens of meters below, easily. Another was placing the runes in their luggage.

For instance, their own luggage—which could fit in two carriages—had an aerum rune embedded onto it. Although they (well, his father was) were very strong, they really brought a lot of things to this place. Father said they were gifts, Garan believed they were ‘sacrifices’.

On the other hand, Garan looked at the other village’s rune that could make things—heavy piles of things—teleport short distances and he seriously wondered if it was superior to theirs.

“Well, we’re all brethren and we can exchange runes so there’s no need to compare,” his father shrugged, but then he sighed, sending melancholic looks at the small wooden tablets.

“You know, a long time ago, it was said that we didn’t need runes,” he said. “Our ancestors could use those abilities just by raising their hands.”

Little Garan’s eyebrows furrowed and he slowly turned to look at his father with a solemn expression on his small face. “Can I do it?”

“Hmn, probably not you,” he said. “But perhaps the next generation.”

“Next generation?”

The man let out that bellowing laugh of his again. He lifted his huge hands and messed up Garan’s ebony hair. “It’s too early for you to think about that…”

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