After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: C-Class Architect
Santos blinked and shook his hand near the aborigine’s face. Oslo eventually came back and smiled. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” the tanned man shrugged and went back to drawing. Soon, the man entered a zone of sorts and Oslo, who was used to these people entering their own world as soon as they started drawing, only smiled and shook his head.

He then proceeded to observe the other finished drawings of this one building type—there were a lot. The Hospital had a lot more than others since it had more ‘intricate requirements’.

Of course, with the time they had, they could only create so-called ‘schematics’ for certain buildings, which seemed to be considered rough drafts by the Terran architects.

However, to Oslo, this was already well thought-out and much more detailed than what he grew up with. It was just that none of the Terran professionals agreed.

To draw the target or ‘completed drawings’ was to thoroughly part every part of the building—they still needed to draw every detail, every connection, and every interactions of spaces and elements.

For a while, it was all quite mind-boggling. After all, a building would be built anyway, so why bother?

Manual buildings in Xeno naturally had to be planned, but because there was already a set knowledge of how to do things, people did it by the ear. They only used ‘tried and tested for hundreds of years’ methods, so to speak.

He had never encountered a group of people exploring so much. He remembered it took a full day just to determine what kind of foundation was best for their soil.

He didn’t even know there was so much difference. He just knew if the soil was soft, then put a deeper and wider foundation, that was all. As for the effectivity… it was live and learn. People here could fight monsters on a daily basis, how could they be afraid of a ceiling falling on them?

Anyway, communication between territories regarding this wasn’t very deep or often, so they didn’t really know what was going on in other ‘soils’.

This was unacceptable to these people. They used papers and papers filled with numbers he didn’t understand (yet), and it highlighted their ‘alien’ line of thought.

To be honest, he learned more about his field in the past week than the earlier parts of his life combined.

He didn’t know how the heads of the Lord and her countrymen, but they never failed to amaze him.

Speaking of professionals, he couldn’t help but look around the room to the people working hard for the territory. Someone even reminded the others to exercise their hands to avoid them being over-used.

“I dunno how carpal tunnel could attack our ‘improved’ hands, but better be safe than sorry!”

“Yeah, wouldn’t it be a horror if we have trouble holding our weapons because we drew too much?!”

His lips twitched, and he couldn’t help but observe the others.

The Engineering team was comprised of a score of people, including him.

There were two licensed architects and six engineers of different fields (though Oslo was still unclear about the differentiation) to work with him.

There were also a few students. The Vismont trio Crow, Dog, and Sunny were third-year students in Architecture and they also joined in. Of course, like everyone, they made sure to spend time every day keeping up their physiques and strengths so they were also often found outside, right by the sentries.

It happened that it was the trio’s day-off today (the day offs aren’t all on the same day, as it would overwhelm the soldiers’ training). Today, they went with the training regime far from the walls, likely hanging out in their favorite spot.

There were now new hot-spots for ‘kiting’ mobs. These were the corner areas created by the Level 5 and Level 3 walls. During the entire 28 hours of the day, there would be people in this area. Some people even set up stall in the gap between the two walls.

Anyway, back to those in the office.

Whether it was the professionals or the students, the lord had strong hopes that they would also trigger the occupation someday and, fortunately, she had not been disappointed.

Actually, the speed they triggered occupations shocked Oslo very much.

So far there had already been two people who had triggered it: The first one was the architect, Brianna, who became a Class-E architect a week prior.

The other one was just today. After they detailed an operating room at the Hospital drawing, Brianna’s brother Brian, also triggered the occupation.

“Why am I an architect?”

“In the old times, architects and engineers are all just called Architects.”

“Oh.”

Santos was estimated to also trigger the occupation within the next few weeks.

It was still a wonder to Oslo and the others how quickly these people triggered occupations but, at the same time, he was not really surprised, because their brains—in their terms—were ‘wired differently’.

Oslo also swore to train them to the best of his abilities, as a payback to the territory’s kindness to him.

Anyway, as the day continued, the polishing of the plans went on, adding details and often changes that would scrap hours, if not days, of work.

But these people didn’t mind—they wanted perfection.

“We should put the gynaecology department on the ground floor.”

“You forgot we don’t have elevators here.”

The other did not answer immediately, looking at the speaker with narrowed eyes, “Don’t we, really? Ever?”

“…”

“…”

The two staff turned to the sound of a cluttering chair being pushed back.

It was Rocky, the mechanical engineer, who took several rims of paper, stood up from the meeting room, and went to lock himself up in his cubicle.

“Safe to say, the possibility is there,” one said, and they proceeded to do their tasks.

Now, Oslo had no idea what an elevator was, but it should be something very good.

In any case, he guided the designers and technicians to building types specified by the Lord.

He was currently very very fascinated by the Cinema.

Ansel had told him about this, and he wanted to see it happen, so in the past few days he has been studying.

He also studied the complicated technology with them, while he didn’t understand much of it, he understood enough to know what the building needed to be.

It needed to be large and comfortable. It needed to be able to absorb the sounds, to allow every seat to see the ‘screen’ properly and the like.

To be honest, only the last point had been conventional knowledge among local Architects. Most of these things he simply had never considered before, nor were they taught to matter at all.

Like what happened with the hospital and many others, Oslo’s mind felt so very open and… enlightened.

Interestingly, the new learnings in the cinema were the last straw for his imminent ‘growth’

He just felt that there was so much more to learn and Oslo thought that the light in his profession had never been so bright.

Ding!

[Congratulations! You have upgraded to Architect (C)!]

[Activated Passive Skill: 10% Chance of successfully creating Aether Blueprints]

His gorgeous azure eyes widened in glee.

Finally!!