After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Inside the Supermarket (Part 1)
The performance continued for another quarter of an hour, without losing energy at all.

May it be the performers or the audience, no one felt tired despite sweating from all the dancing under the heat from the midmorning sun.

The performance finally ended with a classic Fable triple flip and the audience applauded wildly, forming a little treble on the ground, almost like a small monster mob came.

Everyone was at a high.

They never thought they’d be able to feel this again.

And Fable—breathless but bright—felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

It was like he was brought back to when he was just starting in the industry—when the joy of performing in front of an audience was at its purest.

At the time, even if it was just one audience, if he improved that person’s day with his art, then it’d have made his week.

He was happier today than he had been in the entire previous year, when he was at the height of fame.

Anyway, Fable closed his eyes as he surrounded himself with the sound of applause and hoots, as if it could recover his spirit somehow.

Nearby, the aborgines also followed the show of appreciation of the crowd and clapped their hands, also screaming. It was a novel experience and they felt they’d remember it for a long time to come.

The excited chatters and cheers continued until the large doors of the supermarket opened and began to let people pour in.

Guards stood in front of the door and asked the people to line up, and they did so without any grumbling.

Anyway, the show provided them with a lot of topics to chat about while they waited.

“That was soooo much fun!”

“Kya! Fable is so handsome!”

“I knowwwww. I wonder since when did he get here?”

A gasp. “I think I saw him! He was unsightly but he looked familiar at the time. I just thought I was hallucinating!”

“Oh my! Such a pity!”

“Such a pity!”

Inside the building, the chatters were no less than those outside. But they were still organized despite the excitement, especially thanks to the private guards hired for this event. They would also be in charge of the security within the premises.

Of course, this wasn’t entirely needed because of the rule she set: Theft was prohibited.

However, Althea felt a few guards were still needed to maintain order. She even added more sales clerks to guide the customers.

With similar thoughts as to why she was maintaining the service and hospitality industries, she just thought adding Human touch added meaning to mundane things.

She hired one clerk per section, with a section having three working in shifts. This was just right considering the number of people allowed to enter at one time.

Like the Grocery store, the maximum number of people that could simultaneously enter the edifice was limited. This time, the limit was increased to 200 people at a time, so the people outside wouldn’t need to wait too long.

With their current population, anyway. As for what could happen when the number of people spiked, she’d deal with that later.

Back to the exterior of the structure, the line moved very slowly, with the slots for 200 people decreasing at a fast rate. Soon the person was blocked and while sad, he just chatted with the person next in line and patiently waited for his turn.

The stall owners also mobilized and were wearing those small wooden platforms that were supported by their necks. On the platform were their respective products—it could be fruits, it could be processed meat, or it could be juice.

This way, the people could also chew a few things to pass the time.

There were even young kids offering massages, performances, and the like.

A little boy even tried mimicking Fables dances, though he failed miserably at cartwheel, and it made people laugh and gave him a few tips (though not without warning from older people to be careful with his neck, of course).

Anyway, even waiting in line is so much fun now.

The aborigines were very enlightened.

Soon, more and more people entered the interior of the supermarket, and this batch included the aborgines.

The arrangement of the supermarket was very similar to the Terran versions. It had a large span and high ceilings, with an open plan filled with rows and rows of shelves the height of a person.

Between these shelves were wide walkways that could easily fit three people walking side-by-side. Very airy and comfortable.

Clutch and the other NPCs looked at the novel arrangement in interest, their peripheral view ending at the large weaved baskets by the entrance. They didn’t know what it was for, but they saw that it was something the people in front of them were taking before moving forward.

It was a basket made of treated wood, the size that could fit a small child. It also had wooden push handles extending upwards by about a foot, and with small wooden wheels below.

“Pushcart!” Another person said, and took a piece to enter the supermarket. Very naturally, a couple other people took their so-called push carts and entered the store.

The NPCs looked at each other and followed what the Terrans were doing.

“You push it like this?” Clutch asked, doing the motion.

Brenda looked at the other people in front of them. “You put things there, it seems.”

Troy smiled, thinking Brenda was cute. “Yes. You place things you want to buy and pay for them in the exit.”

“Ohhh…” the NPCs said simultaneously, amusing those around them. Anyway, they entered and began their first supermarket shopping experience.

The first floor was basically a larger version of the previous grocery store. Right in front of the counter were various earthenware like pots, pans, plates, bottles, and bowls.

When earthenware was paid for, a special paint will be added to signify its own status. After all, some people would use these to contain the foodstuff they would buy later on.

This was another difference with Terran grocery stores. The packaging either had to be bought inside or one had to bring their own. It was convenient, and just right considering there was an omnipotent ‘system’ watching theft that could happen.

Well, at least outside Territory Wars, in which all regulations would be halted. But that was an issue for later.

There were more varieties and sizes now, and there were special versions of more intricate designs.

Beyond the earthenware stores were the rice and wheat area. They were bought in kilograms.

Next to it was processed food like pickled vegetables and jerkies. The variety of flavors had increased significantly. After all, a lot of seasonings had been formulated in the past week or so.

There were also new additions that made the Terrans’ eyes brighten like the sun.

Instant noodles and biscuits.

“Whoa!”

“It’s here!” A gasp. “I can’t believe they already made this!”

“This team is amaziinnnggg!”

“I’ll take spicy flavor!”

“Wow, what is this? Gui berry flavor? That’s new.”

“There is also Gouji fruit flavor.”

“We have to adapt to local materials. Anyway, I believe in the products of this team!”

“Yes, yes!” Another smiled, looking at the biscuits, promptly taking several bolts.

He would buy several jams and his breakfast would be fast and heavenly!

People bought everything they could, maximizing their purchase limits, even if it meant siphoning their savings.

Anyway, they knew the territory was stable and they could comfortably earn it back.

They were more scared the stocks would disappear when they needed them!