After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 635

Chapter 635: Celebrations (Part 1)
Later that day

After the usual day of hunting, work, and rest, that night marked the formal celebration of Altera winning their first war.

There were too many things to commemorate. Not only did they win the war, they also received another territory with great resources. There were hundreds of reunions abound in the territory, and those who had well-off relatives were immediately settled well. Luckily, a lot of these people also shed their slave status very quickly.

The only regret was that residency required contribution points, which could not be fixed by loans.

Those who had not yet found their loved ones settled nicely as visitors and slept comfortably in dormitories. Their hearts were settled and in peace, to a degree, even if they still had that slave status hanging on their heads.

In any case, they were already planning their next step to improve their lives even further.

For the Alterans, on the other hand, it was to celebrate an immense accomplishment! Winning their first war was no small feat after all!

And through this war, the territory showed its strength and ability to protect them well!

Altera proved to be their guardian angel and worthy of their loyalties, and that alone was worthy of celebration!

In any case, the elders opted to not have a formal program for this celebration. It would be more like a carnival arrangement (except without the rides). This was also to show off to the aborigines, and also give them hints about how some of their ‘events’ would look like.

They started setting up the pseudo-carnival very early that day with the help of Baron and his team. They placed it in the main plaza to accommodate as many attractions as was comfortable.

There was also a stage with various programs like raffle draws and talent contests (which shall be used by Ansel and Fable to find talents for their new talent agency).

There were also rows and rows of carnival game stalls built, targeting Alterans of all ages. They would open at around the same time—after working hours.

Anyway, dusk and night would be brightly lit with various torches and Youli lights, especially along these streets. More importantly: They had a Lighthouse now!

It was something that appeared a few hours ago out of nowhere, and it brightened the whole territory by another level!

As the sun slept, colorful banners were raised, flapping with the wind and reflecting the lights. There was a festive atmosphere all around Altera, and the joyful laughter of youths echoed across the streets.

In front of a stall, a gorgeous blonde admired the prize displays as well as the activities. “This is adorable…” Betty mumbled, looking at the bunny plush toy displayed on one of the games.

There were plenty of game stalls on this street, most of which were unfamiliar to the aborigines. Most of the prices were plush toys with various Terran animals. To Terrans, they were nostalgic, to the aborigines they were novel and cute.

Somehow, a lot of the men were alerted by her words and pretty much appeared next to her. “I can get that for you, Miss Betty!”

“No, I will get it for you!”

“I used to do hoops back in High school”

“I have this in the bag!”

Without waiting for Betty’s answer, the few men already lined up to try, making the stall owner very happy.

Realizing what happened, Betty covered her face in embarrassment while the other aborigines smiled (and cackled, teasing).

Betty naturally couldn’t just go so impolitely so they stayed behind to see who won. However, as she and the other aborigines waited, the men never quite gained enough points to get the large bunny—which was the grand prize for that store.

“Darn!”

“TSK!”

Betty cleared her throat. “I.. thank you everyone for your effort,” she said. “Now, let’s go explore the rest of the events, yes?” She meant this so everyone could adjourn, but it was misconstrued as an invitation instead.

“Together?”

“Of course, Miss Betty!”

“…”

Betty fell into an awkward situation. She turned to her companions who were only smiling and looking like they were planning to watch a show.

Fortunately, the attention detracted a bit when a relatively big guy arrived to try the stall they had just been in. After all, they had all failed in getting the shot, they naturally wanted to see other people suffer, er, try it out.

The man was tall and muscular, but he had a kind face. Next to him was a friend and a little girl whose huge eyes were fixed on the same prize Betty was looking at.

“Wow, what a cute bunny!” She said and she turned to her father, but saw his dominant hand was injured. Immediately, her shoulder slumped, and didn’t talk anymore.

The large man with a kind smile patted the girl’s head, “I’ll do it,” he said and bought several tries from the get-go, as if aware he’d need them all.

And he did need them all.

He pretty much embarrassed himself for the first dozen tries, but he was unfazed by the chuckles of the previous participants. Unlike them, since he bought so many at once, he could try until the tries had run out. And because he was targeting the major prize so closely, not even his dozens of attempts landed on the minor prizes at all.

It was all or nothing with him, it seemed.

He tried until a few more dozen of shots missed. He was down to about a handful, but his focus seemed unperturbed, determined to get the bunny for the little one.

He tried and tried, until finally—

Whoosh!

“Score! FINALLY!!” The stall owner yelled with raised hands, finding himself cheering for the big man as well.

Speaking of the big man, he adorably cheered as well, practically jumping. The other men groaned in disappointment, while the others approached Betty and offered to try for some other prize.

She shook her head and said her thanks, but her eyes stayed on the man and his large goofy grin as he handed the doll to the little girl, smiling proudly.

“Here you go, Lily,” he said and the little girl jumped in joy. Very cute.

“WOWWOW!! THANK YOU UNCLE TOM!”

Then there was another little girl, a bit older than Lily, gently tugging Tom’s shirt. Betty recognized her as one of the newcomers from Fargo, as she had treated her wounds before.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the little girl’s name was Lina, a ten year old ‘slave’. She remembered her because she was a very pretty girl, but she somehow lacked the innocence of the other little girls of Altera.

Tom smiled and patted her head, “Does our Lina also want a toy? There’s only the duck toy though,” he said, but it was much smaller than the bunny one.

The little girl seemed a little unreconciled, looking around for bigger prices. She held the man’s hand to drag him someplace else, and the entire group soon headed out of view.

And so they went. Inexplicably, Betty’s eyes followed the figures, her blue eyes fixing on the big man with a goofy smile.