After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 651

Chapter 651: Rearranging
Bright Village.

When a master territory was attacked, and most especially when it lost, subsidiaries would immediately get informed about it. What more when Bright territory was not just a subsidiary to Fargo, but a satellite?

This was why by the time Micheal and the others arrived, Gingo, Sandra, and the others had already fled.

They didn’t leave without causing damage though.

A lot of innocent people were killed before they left. It was like the bastards just open-fired in random directions as they headed to the gates. There weren’t even people who were blocking their path on purpose, but they shot around anyway.

What Micheal stepped into as he entered Bright were streets filled with blood, corpses, and wailing people who had lost their friends and loved ones.

Worse, there were more people who didn’t have relatives in the territory, nor did they have friends nearby, so their corpses just laid there without anyone to even mourn for them.

As for those who were injured but alive, Micheal’s team immediately ran to them, preparing diluted healing potions as they did so.

Micheal looked at the extremely low momentum in the territory. At this point, Bright was still standing from the occasional mob only because of the sentries.

Michael’s throat felt blocked, blaming his own incompetence. Losing the territory to traitors was one thing, but he allowed them to still cause damage when they had already lost!!

It was at this point that a large palm touched his shoulder. It was Juno, his loyal guard. “You couldn’t have prevented this. We didn’t even know we were going to get the territory back, let alone them doing this.”

“You’re right,” Micheal told him after a pause. “I can’t reduce my productivity because of those bastards.”

He heaved a deep breath, facing his people. “People of Bright!”

The people around turned to look at him, surprised that he was there. “Fargo was defeated by Alterra. And we have our freedom again!

“I know you are not in a celebratory mood, but we have to get back up again if we want to survive!”

“We have been through so much to live. Are we going to let those bastards ruin everything?”

Then a small mob arrived and they felt the ground shaking a little. Soon, the walls were pounded on, making a lot of the citizens gasp and sob.

Micheal looked at the others, and then at the Alterran guards who had accompanied them. They immediately went outside and dealt with the small mob.

Sammy was the lead soldier of this team, and he bravely served as the vanguard against the mob—only level 7, at the most—taking down a good portion with his wind blades.

Next to him, the other guards didn’t hesitate to jump into the mob, even those who weren’t even level 10 yet.

Considering what Alterra was used to—considering the type of monsters it attracted by virtue of its vitality alone—this weak mob was really nothing to them.

Micheal and Juno also joined in, bravely fighting against the monsters that surrounded them. Sammy stopped attacking then, though he made sure to send the convenient wind blade here and there to ensure no one would get seriously injured.

Even without Sammy, the mob wouldn’t take too long to clear. However, it was enough time for several citizens to gather themselves, slowly walking towards the wall to see what was happening.

They watched the fight with beating hearts. Every hit against the monsters slowly shook them, their wills slowly being built upon and slowly helping them regain some confidence.

By the time the small mob was taken care of, Micheal and the others reentered the territory to see hundreds of citizens waiting for them.

There was no cheering, but their eyes and stances were hopeful and alive—and that was enough for Micheal.

As such, Micheal—still covered with the blood of monsters and his own—looked at them with a stern face.

“People of Bright! It’s time we stand back up again,” he said. “We have suffered enough.”

Then he gave them a reassuring smile, eyes a little teary. “It’s time to do well in our side of the world, alongside Alterra.”

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Limestone Valley

Later that day, Victor and the others implemented the rules and oversaw the hiring process. The slots were limited, and they ought to be a little stricter in the selection.

By this time, over half of the slots had been filled. At first, they thought the slots for guards were too few—they were thousands of people, after all. However, they felt the comprehensiveness of the rules very quickly.

Every time someone broke the rules, they would receive punishments fit for the crime. The makeshift ‘prison’ —one of the combined custom houses, refurbished to fit their needs—also had a few occupants already. It was amazing.

Obviously, the bulk of their job would be to deal with beast tides, rather than handle the chaos within the walls (though of course, they would still be needed inside, to some degree).

As for the miners, it was fine. They had been told they would be starting slow. Plus, this number did not include the couple dozen prisoners of war who’ll be used for mining.

For the guards, the ones quickly accepted were the ones who had contributions during the war. One of them was Kyle, who was now happily doing his duties as one of the guards keeping peace in the queues and stuff. He was working and trained by Amos, who stayed in Limestone Valley as well.

When asked why he stayed, he only gave a sad smile. “I wanted to feel just a bit more freedom,” he said, though he didn’t explain anymore.

Kyle would later find out Amos’ family were parasites and him staying in an ‘inferior’ territory was his way to breathe.

On the other hand, Tacky and the others didn’t apply, hoping to migrate when they got the chance. Lani had really told them more about Alterra and, most importantly, the poor girl couldn’t sleep well in this place.

She might be smiling and generally more cheerful than the other victims, but she was traumatized.

She needed a new environment, and they all knew it couldn’t be anything else but Alterra.