After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Death Count
[17 hours of Protection Period]

When the beast tide ended a day later, everyone who couldn’t walk was carried to the infirmary tent to rest.

On the other hand, the team from logistics took the bodies and the loot in the fields, to be distributed equally according to contribution.

As they walked back, Oslo looked at her complicatedly. Those exploding balls were quite powerful.

He remembered telling her about a pharmacist who built something similar, but he was fairly certain it wasn’t so strong. From what he knew, the stories of its effect were even exaggerated. However, it was still hailed because of its uniqueness.

What’s more, that particular pharmacist worked on the formulation for half his life.

How old was their lord? How long had she been working with the materials here?

Althea wasn’t privy to the multitude of thoughts running through Oslo’s head. She was just sleepy and she wanted to see her children already.

Althea sighed and ate the last snack she had in her space. She trudged through her tiredness and looked at her stats.

[STATS:

Name: Althea Witt

Age: 25

Level: 8 (8320/30000)

Life: 480/1500

Spirit: 250/1500 +50

Physical: 310 +40

Agility: 319 +10

Defense: 306 +134

Mana: 1600

Physical Potential: A

Mental potential: SS+

Skills:

Active: Elementary Appraisal (D), Perfect Aim (D), Quick Shot (D), Growth Skill Mixture Calculator (Lv1)

Passive: None

Elemental Affinity: Wood, Water, Earth

Occupation: Pharmacist, Archer

Titles: Lord of Altera, Elder of Plant and Pharmaceutical Studies

Overall rank: S

Current Status: Healthy ]

[EQUIPMENT:

Head: None

Ears: None

Body: Leather Jacket, cotton undergarments +2 Defense

Synthetic Vest +3 Defense

Rainbow Silk Undergarments (A). +80 Defense, +10 Agility, +50 Spirit

Medina Robe (C): +40 Defence

Arms: Arm Brace +1 Defense

Legs: Leather Pants +2 Defense

Hands: Bellagio Bow (B): +40 ATK

Leather Gloves +1 Defense

Feet: Eagle Boots (B): +30 Agility (+10% weight reduction) ]

She saw that her experience bar was well into level 8 and Fufi was in the middle of level 6. She couldn’t help but smile.

Also, those stats… would she be able to lift a level 3 monster now and pull it apart?

Oslo noticed her smile. “Good news?”

“Hmm,” she said, telling her of their levels.

“Also, the average level rose from 4 to 6!” Because of this, she felt their sore bodies were worth it.

She sat down on the infirmary chair and refused treatment. Other people needed it, she only needed to rest.

“Are you alright?” Hugo asked her, looking concerned. Althea stared at him and nodded with a smile. At this, Oslo appeared beside them out of nowhere.

“You should take a nap, Ms. Althea. You deserve it.”

She looked at him but didn’t follow. After a pause, she asked, “What do you think will happen after the protection period ends?”

The sudden question startled him a bit, but he recovered quickly. “The mobs would be stronger, but they shouldn’t be so many,” Oslo said, reassuring.

“Like I said, you should rest.” He then looked at her, eyes filled with warmth. “Shall I send you home?”

Hugo’s handsome face turned a bit dark. “It is best if a Terran takes care of fellow Terrans, don’t you think?”

The two men stared at each other, an undercurrent only men understood was between them.

Althea was too tired to notice.

Ansel though could see everything. He crossed his arms and looked at them, both annoyed and amused (in a superior sort of way).

He knew with his entire being that Althea would never look at them in that way. He found it entertaining to find men throwing themselves into a pitfall.

It would be even more fun to see how they’d deal with THAT guy…

…

However, as much as people wanted to celebrate, something inevitable soon dawned on them: The Deaths.

The Southwest gate finished up about half an hour after the Eastern one and now Drake and Rowan stood in front of her to report.

Next to her were the other elders, Mathilda and Gru, who came to check up on her as soon as things were settled.

“How many did we lose?”

“Fourteen guards and twenty citizens, Ms. Althea,” Rowan said.

To be honest, Rowan was amazed by how few this amount actually was. In other territories, casualties often exceeded several hundred, at least. And this was still with smaller level differences between people and monsters.

However, looking at the somber faces of the Lord and the others, he chose not to speak out.

Hearing the numbers, Althea felt extremely heavy. She seriously considered giving a lot of gold to the bereaved but went against it after a thought.

It was not sustainable—they would only be facing stronger enemies and, therefore, more losses, in the future.

Not to mention, in territorial wars, Oslo wouldn’t be able to join in. If Rowan leveled up a few more times, it was the same with him.

If there were fighter NPCs available, even lower-leveled ones, she’d gladly take them. Unfortunately, there was no such luck the past few days.

In any case, the potential for deaths in Territorial wars was no less than now, maybe even more because there were so many variables.

“In addition to the contribution points the victim had earned during their lifetime, the territory will also give 5000 contribution points to the person’s bereaved.”

Gold and space items are gone after death, which was why a lot left some of their money to trusted people, but contribution points were not.

As early as during the registration, everyone was asked to input the name of the person to whom they wanted to give their property, in case of death during a battle for the territory. They were collectively referred to as the Bereaved.

She then looked at Oslo. “Set up a cemetery in the mountain area southwest.

“We shall hold ceremonies for their passing. Pass on the announcement. We will begin in an hour.”

The Terrans nodded without question, while the Aborigines were a little surprised.

They felt… touched. No Lord had ever cared enough for deaths and the bereaved like this. Most of the time, even acknowledgment was absent.

…

Mathilda stood in front of a temporary stage in the main square, where the dead were laid down in white cloth, looking peaceful despite their bloodied states.

“We stand before you today to honor our brethren who sacrificed their lives. This time we will remember them and their lives, and how they affected and saved ours.”

Oslo couldn’t help but turn to the sobbing man not far from him. Koo Yu. His blonde eyebrows furrowed and he whipped his head towards the bodies. Soon, he saw the familiar face of the boy’s brother, George.

Mathilda continued to speak, “And we will bury our brethren’s ashes into the soil of this world: One with it, as we will also do, eventually.”

“In their memory, we will live well in this world,” Mathilda paused, heaving a deep breath—heavy, heartfelt. “Let us take a moment to remember their sacrifices, remembering how they took part in our inevitable freedom and success.”

Rowan then stepped forward, hands igniting in flames. Embers floated towards the pile of corpses, very quickly spreading and consuming them all.

The bell rang continuously, as if the territory itself mourned for the loss.

Mathilda looked at the burning corpses sincerely, bending for a bow, and everyone—including the aborigines—followed.

“Thank you for your sacrifice.”