After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Convergence
Vismont.

In a good mood, the Alteran party exited Vismont and headed back home with great fanfare.

Someone even waved back to the watching crowd. “We shall returnnn!!!” Prepare your funds well~” He said, already calculating how much to invest on the next trip.

Silvia and the others laughed. “What an idiot,” a man said, but he was grinning widely as he said so. He, too, was already making plans for the next caravan.

Other than the Alterans, hundreds of people followed Rowan and his team outside.

While many were joining for the ‘exchange program’, a good part of the crowd were visitors who simply aimed to see the source of goods, hoping to create some money in reselling.

Of course, there were also some who simply wanted to go and see this new territory because of curiosity and some other purpose. Matthew and Melissa were included in this group, with Matthew hoping to learn more about the management and Melissa to see the sources of medicine.

Although it was established that she didn’t need medicine, she still wanted to see what was available to them.

Matthew looked back to his level 2 walls now that he was on the other side, feeling melancholic. This was the first time he would leave the territory for so long and despite all the chaos, he had really grown to love it.

Of course, before going out, he left the territory to capable hands.

Although a lot of the guards were under Higson, Matthew had made sure some of them were on his side. These guards had been low-key during Higson’s reign, and now they could finally do their jobs.

He could still believe them and leave the territory for a day or two with ease.

“Are you sure you want to come?” Matthew asked his sister for the nth time that hour, worried. After all, he had already asked his trusted guards to help his sister level up in some spots near the territory walls. His sister knew of this arrangement.

However, his sister looked at him with a determined expression on her face.

“Getting stronger is literally my only way to survive, little brother. Stop coddling me.”

“…”

Anyway, seeing that there was no changing his sister’s mind, he just vowed to be by her side and help her level up as soon as they could.

They moved forward with a large group comprising of hundreds of people, which naturally attracted hordes of mobs.

The groups came in scores at the least and hundreds at most, and during the latter many people from Vismont couldn’t help but notice they weren’t being protected.

A man’s eyes widened as a large set of teeth was about to maul him, barely dealt with by a group from Vismont. A number of them sustained a bit of injury in the process.

They frowned, looking at the Alteran guards dealing with monsters far away from them. “Hey! I was almost bitten!”

The guards turned to look at him but didn’t leave their posts, as ordered.

“You!!” The Vismont visitors yelled, indignant at this ‘service’. Obviously, they were guests, right?

No, they were very wrong. Soon after their exclamation the tall redhead aborigine faced them and they all shut their mouths.

“Don’t expect us to go out of our way to protect you,” Rowan told several people from Vismont still shaking under his stare. “Your own life still depends on you.”

“You—” a person said, turning to their Lord for justice, only to see him fighting alongside the Alterans. They were a little annoyed at first (especially with the scandal and all) but then they saw their lord skilfully kill a monster, and then guide his sister to kill another one he had weakened, they couldn’t find enough shamelessness to ask him for help.

Then they couldn’t help but notice that every Alteran was fighting valiantly, no matter who it was. They even had bright, excited, expressions on their faces.

It was in stark contrast to theirs, which was filled only with fear and apprehension.

Was that why everyone was so strong?

The man pursed his lips and took out his weapon, finally joining the fight.

Fortunately, the few people from Altera—guards or not—were strong enough to deal with low-level mobs, not to mention so many of them from Vismont.

Along the way, Matthew continued to help Melissa in her fights, aiming to get her to level 2 before reaching Altera.

After several hours of travel, they started seeing more and more people. They realized that these people were settled down and making camp.

The Vismont people were very surprised to see people out of nowhere. After all, they knew they still had a couple more hours to go before reaching Altera.

The others saw their arrival and blinked, some nodding a bit, and some smiling. They were all quite friendly, and very unlike forest encounters before which were characterized by yelling for help and despairing sobs.

As they walked they saw the stone paths and the sheds, and the Vismont group quickly realized that this was obviously a temporary camp.

“You’re here!” A voice sounded from beside him and they saw Dog and the others walk forward to greet some of the people from the other party. “How many did you get?”

“103.” The other person said proudly. “Plus about a hundred visitors.”

“We got 254.” Dog said, “And that’s just the residents. We have more visitors.”

The other gasped in shock. “Wow!!! How’d you do it?”

The Alterans that went to Vismont grinned, grabbed their friend’s shoulder, and told him of their ‘adventures’ in his territory.

At this point, if Matthew still didn’t know what was going on then he’s stupid.

He was mostly amazed though. The few of their territories were so busy with their own jurisdiction but another one was extending hands everywhere. Just how many resources did this place have?

The two groups eventually merged together and the mumblings and chatters intensified, forming an area akin to a marketplace.

The guards soon formed a loose perimeter outside, to deal with the mobs as they came. Fortunately, they weren’t too big mobs and could be handled with relative ease.

In any case, the crowds merged happily, resting in their own pace, chattering.

However, several minutes in, new types of yells started to pop up in different areas.

“Husband?” A voice sounded from Vismont side, the man from Bright froze at the voice and tears lined up his eyes as he turned.

Surprisingly, there were several people who knew each other—and most of them were not from Altera.

“Wife!” He yelled when their eyes met, and the two ran towards each other as they waved across the crowd.

The woman threw herself at her husband, sobbing, and the man couldn’t help but shed tears as well.

This seemed to trigger a whole set of reactions and a few more found their relative, friend, or colleague.

Sobs of joy from different directions soon echoed and everyone started feeling antsy, hoping to experience the same luck.

Very quickly, the temporary camp became even livelier, with people running about hoping to meet family.

“Does anyone know a…” a few people yelled, telling their own names in case someone recognized.

Some people were enumerating the names of their loved ones and friends.

Without exception, these people all went across the crowd, which would—considering their number—potentially lead to a stampede.

The guards had to step up to keep the order.

“Halt! Everyone’s going to the same destination. Please start your search after we enter the safety of the walls!” Drake yelled, and the others echoed.

It was inevitably a little chaotic, but they did follow in the end. What if they injured themselves and a mob came? What did that achieve?

It took a while for everyone to settle down—who could blame them? The possibility of finding family in the crowd right in front of them could make anyone’s blood boil.

Of course, most people weren’t so lucky to find someone, but just the possibility alone made this trip worth it.

And the fact that they could travel to and fro three territories without having to fear for their lives gave them enough hope for the future.

And that was already something to celebrate together.