After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Gears
All departments were working non-stop for hours to maximize the time before the beast tide came.

The citizens also increased their gathering of resources. This wasn’t only because of the increase in buying prices of the resources, but also because they had seen the massive constructions that had happened.

They wanted to do their part to replenish the territory.

No one was lax.

Cassie helped her grandmother out. Although she had made a lot of money selling products to other territories, before the fight this was all they could do for the territory.

She also hoped to gain more contribution points from the mob. Now that her grandmother was stable, she planned to apply for the guards during the next recruitment.

On the woodworking side, Baron, Bianca, Houser, and Joe worked overtime to create spikes apparently to be placed outside the gates, a request of the territory in exchange for contribution points.

Although he had money, the bathhouse and training hall still required contribution points!

Also, he was also an Alteran! He ought to do more!

Hence, he, the boss, joined in as a labor force.

After production, Houser used his skill on the stakes, making it have the passive of attracting monsters to it. Although they weren’t strong enough to kill a monster, the fact that monsters would get attracted and ideally stab themselves—even if only a bit—would be plenty of help to the front-liners.

It was a production line of wooden stakes basically, and for a while, only the sound of wood thumping, sawing, and processing (and Houser chanting skills) was heard.

It was broken when they heard footsteps from upstairs. It was Angelo and Jesse, who were stretching their bodies to shake away the lethargy.

“You should still be sleeping,” Bianca said, temporarily pausing her work.

A few hours ago, they were ordered to get ample rest at this time. After all, it was estimated people would have sleepless nights fighting against the mobs.

Angelo shrugged. “We did. But who could sleep so much at this time.”

“Hmm I’d rather hone my techniques,” Jesse added and turned to his cousin. “Shall we go to the barracks?”

Angelo nodded and the two prepared to go out again.

Seeing them working so hard, Baron couldn’t help but want to reward them a bit.

Baron threw them some money. “Go treat yourself at TGH.”

“TGH?”

“The Terran Gastronomique Haven!”

“Seriously?!” The two’s eyes widened, unused to his non-stinginess. “You’ve changed!”

Angelo looked at him suspiciously. “You don’t think we’re gonna die, do you?”

Jesse gasped, aghast, and looked at Baron with teary eyes. “And you want to give us a last meal!”

Baron’s eyes twitched and he lifted his feet, trying to kick them (to no avail, of course) “Go! Go away!!” He yelled, pushing the two youngins.

However, when they turned, he added, “Give me back that money!”

“Ehh~” the two pouted and they ran out the door, hugging the money to their chests.

Seeing them like this, Bianca ended up laughing out loud. Silly cousins.

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Mathilda’s team was in charge of the internal order.

Her main task was to make sure nothing went wrong inside the walls. There was too much trouble outside, their people ought to have peace of mind that their home and backer were unperturbed.

She turned her head to speak to Jun and Silvia, her closest confidants in the department. “Only ten guards are allocated to maintain the internal order and the rest would be outside, it is our job to ensure that nothing will add to the chaos.”

“Make sure all the rules are set and without loopholes.

“And make sure our team is easily accessible at all times during this time.”

The two’s backs straightened, “Yes!”

She nodded and opened her personal tab, activating her skill.

During this time, Mathilda had gained the skill of creating announcements using only mana. To make it more efficient, she set the recipients to be everyone in her department.

These announcements also had the weak and subtle influence of bias.

It was quite a powerful technique and Althea was glad it was on Mathilda and no one else.

[With your full sincerity, protect the territory well!]

Mathilda heaved a sigh, unable to keep her worries for the many variables that could happen at this time. [We must make it in a way where the brave guards and citizens fighting upfront will have no worries!]

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Gru’s team of farmers were working as they were with the fields. They aimed to make sure nothing could go wrong with their essential crops.

Daniel shivered a bit as he handled the crops. “I’m getting a bit nervous.” Then he looked at the young man beside him, uncharacteristically quiet.

“So nervous that you can’t speak?” Dennis asked, the boy shook his head.

“I actually want to fight. My level is stagnant.”

“Aren’t you level four?” He asked, wondering whether this brat was low-key bragging.

Another man who was still holding a hoe, interrupted. “I once drank with Clutch. The average level of villages is around level 8 to 10. And this was the average level of their young men!!”

There was a moment of silence.

Indeed, no matter how peaceful the territory was, strength was still the last word.

Even if they weren’t fighters, they couldn’t be too useless!

“Fight!” The young lad said after a while. “I think we should definitely join in!”

Another one nodded. “Why do you think there was a minimum of 21 hours of mandatory training every week?” In the territory, employees were given 2 days off.

Here, all able-bodied employees below 50 were required to commit 21 hours a week to either go to the training hall or go outside to fight.

Well, this only applied to the companies, territory-owned or privately owned companies as a requirement to their employees.

Freelancers and other non-employees may choose not to go out at all. Of course, this would be to their detriment.

“I also want more contribution points!” He said, “I want to do more for the territory!!”

They then turned their heads to the elder, asking him for instructions.

Gru smiled in understanding. “You actually didn’t have to ask me. I got an alert from the territory.

“Those who fight will have paid leave on that day.”

The men looked at each other with smiles and cheered.

“…as long as there is enough manpower for the crops ready for harvest.” Gru added, “Well every man aged above 50 will remain with me. The others will be joining the fight!”

“Yeah!!”

“Be careful though. You still have other responsibilities inside the territory!”

They smiled. “Of course, Elder!!”

Gru smiled, feeling reassured. If the ‘younger generation’ was like this, there was nothing to worry about.

This was what has been happening all over the territory. Even the people who had ‘office’ jobs.

After all, Althea through Rosalind had never lacked reminding everyone what they could be facing after the Protection Period ended.

Their level, as it was, was akin to children outside.

How could they accept that?

No matter how cowardly they were, they couldn’t be weak like ants!!