After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Initial Plans (Part 1)
Village Center Top Floor, an Hour Later

The territory settled for about an hour before some key personnel were asked to meet up at the Village Center’s top floor.

This was all done manually (with attendees just telling each other—because none of them had control of Fargo’s ‘system’ at this time, even Althea, because she chose not to merge the tokens yet.

Fargo Village was, essentially, ‘ownerless’ at this time.

At the same time, because the territory was ownerless, the amenities that would usually be blocked for the lord alone—including the third floor and even the warehouse—were accessible to all.

In theory, if no one merged with the token and just left it in a secure place, what would happen when the war timer ended?

There was the possibility of obliteration, but somehow she doubted it. There was no reason to set it up that way as the token was—from observation—like an anchor to the system.

The system’s regulations were most powerful here and the only reason a territory would be obliterated was because the lord—to whom the token attached to—perished.

Rather, the more likely scenario was that it would either try to merge with the nearest qualified individual or the territory would become truly ‘ownerless’, instead.

While she wasn’t planning on doing it in Fargo Village, she did wonder how an ‘ownerless’ territory would work.

Anyway, back to the meeting, Althea looked around to see if everyone was there. On Altera’s side, it was her, Garan, Oslo, and the other soldiers. On Fargo’s side, it was naturally a bigger party with Victor, Henry, and his team.

At first, Victor and the others thought they’d be meeting in one of the meeting rooms on the second floor, and they were surprised to find out they were heading towards the previously restricted floor.

“We can access? How could that be?” Victor asked, looking around.

“Probably because this place is ownerless now,” she said as they settled around the table. The table in the head was purposely left blank. However, consciously or not, everyone turned to Althea for instructions.

It wasn’t even to Garan, primarily because he was obviously there to agree with whatever his wife proposed…

The first topic was, of course, what to do now that the former lord was gone.

Before that, Althea asked how the situation was before the war, including the situations during the upgrade mobs. This would give them an idea as to the defensive strength and performance of the territory.

Soon, they would come to realize that Altera’s mob upon upgrading to level 3 was at a very different intensity than what Fargo experienced.

“This is natural, Miss Althea,” Oslo said, “In fact, from what I heard, the upgrade mob of Fargo was the relatively normal standard.”

Of course Fargo’s upgrade to level 3 was not comparable to Altera’s. First, Altera’s aether was far stronger despite the lower level average at the time (compared to aborigine villages) and, second, Fargo upgraded many days earlier and the cloud was still working at its peak. Fargo did not encounter a single level 5 monster at all.

Lucky.

Next, Leon and Santos reported on the current state of the infrastructure. They reported on the ratio of the squatters area to the developed land, the hygienic considerations, and the like.

Basically, there was a lot to improve—and this was something that required a lord.

“What are you planning on doing with the tokens?” Henry asked, genuinely curious. A lot of them thought Garan or Althea would take it for themselves, and they wouldn’t mind it at all.

Garan was one thing, but it was Althea who was behind so many inventions that helped them improve their lifestyles and helped them in this war! Either one becoming their lord would only be good for the territory!

“The elders and I would wait for instructions,” Althea said, showing no interest in the token at all. “Otherwise, we would vote for it.”

Vanessa sneered, internally commenting about her ‘pretentiousness’ but was tactful enough not to be obvious about it.

“For now, what can we do to ensure Fargo Village—to be renamed soon—will be able to stand strong even without those aborigines.”

She looked at Henry’s side at this time. After all, they knew the situation of the territory before the war.

“Actually, it’s not as worrisome as you think,” Victor said. “Fargo’s men didn’t really work much against beast tides, it was all our team, Santos, and Leon who handled things.

Henry nodded in agreement. “To be fair, Santos and Leon were the primary force against the mobs, even the stronger ones.”

Gill blinked. “Oh? That’s convenient then—” but he paused when he felt the two flinch, and they looked at him as if they had been wronged.

Gill: “…”

“What is it?”

It was Leon who cleared his throat to speak. “We… would like to request a change of assignment.”

This wasn’t insubordination. They also wanted to see Altera!

Whenever they thought of the imagery that Luis and the others gave them, they would compare to the suffering they had to endure here. They couldn’t help but feel green at the possibility that they would still be assigned here when there were obviously other options!

Seeing them like this, Gill’s eyebrows rose, and then looked at Vanessa. After all, these two only stayed because of her. Now, they barely even looked at her. It seemed that her appeal had faded already?

Vanessa blinked, feeling a stare. She couldn’t tell whose it was but, for some reason, she felt offended.

Althea and the others didn’t take the small exchange in mind and simply proceeded in the planning. The territory wouldn’t be experiencing another war in at least two weeks, so this was the best time to reconstruct.

In the end, they decided to make a few soldiers (not Santos or Leon) stay and train the guards here as they did in Altera. Everyone prayed to their gods not to be the one assigned to it.

Sure, the place was new and interesting, but how could they be happy getting pried away from the comforts of Altera?