After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 922

Chapter 922: Vows (Part 1)

A/N: I’m gonna be honest and say I did NOT expect to hit T1 Golden, especially not so early in the month lololol (at best, I was expecting to crawl to it during the final week of the month kek). You guys are TOO AWESOME T_T.

Sadly this (along with my busy sched) means I’m not prepared for a mass release, so I could only churn out 1 extra chap today. I’M SO SORRY and I love you guys for sending so many golden tickets. T_T

HOWEVER, for the next Sundays this month (November 2024), if the story is still T1 before the day, I will post 3 extra chaps every Sunday like I did last month~! I will slowly prepare for it!

Again, thank you soo much for opening hope that we could get T1 again this month! *HUGS*

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A new couple joined in the procession, albeit Juni was carried by Victor the whole time. This was quite romantic and very inspirational—and just the sight of them lifted quite a few hearts.

The two of them were also a handsome couple. Although Victor’s suit and Juni’s dress were markedly simpler than that of others, they carried it well and people wouldn’t think that the couple literally just started to prepare earlier that morning.

The guests filed in one by one, sitting on their own seats. They settled mostly with smiles, though some were looking a bit dour.

Vanessa looked at the couples lined up for the procession. She was relieved to see that Juni was alive, though she couldn’t say she was happy with the inevitable marriage. However, she knew she did not have a say in this anymore so she could only bite her lips and look away.

When she did so, her eyes gravitated to a group not too far away. It was a certain family, and that woman had just returned from helping out the brides. She happily took a seat down next to Garan, taking one of her babies in her arms.

They were a happy family and she watched as they carried a child each, smiling at each other, no doubt proud of themselves for what they achieved.

It felt like she was drowning in acid.

Vanessa bit her lips and then looked around her. Everyone had found their loves and their happiness, and she was so desperate for Garan because she felt he was the man who could make her happy—the only man who could make her heart beat.

Everyone was treating her like she was a cockroach when she was simply trying to make the ideal life for herself.

When would she achieve her own happiness?

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In their seats, the couple was keeping their babies’ settled down during the solemn event. The kids had shown a vague propensity to stand up now, and it made them very energetic—trying to stand up whenever they could.

The couple tried to hold them as stably as possible, hoping they didn’t use their abilities and make a scene.

When they finally behaved, the couple heaved a deep breath, leaning down to kiss their children as a reward for being obedient.

“Mwahmmwaaa…”

“Googhmaaammm…”

The couple—and many of the others sitting nearby—giggled at the children’s cuteness. Several seatmates even started making faces to make the children laugh.

It couldn’t be helped: The babies were especially cute with their formal attire.

Meatball was wearing a little green suit with bow tie, while Pepper was wearing a cute frilly dress with hints of azure that was the same shade as her eyes.

The horsing around temporarily stopped when the music began. Immediately, everyone settled down and turned, staring at the procession of brides and grooms with excited hearts.

Soon, the couples entered at a decent distance away from each other. In between the processions were the flower girls, and then ring bearers, a lot of whom were from Mauin as most children there were aborigines.

They were also adorable. Little Pepper and Little Meatball giggled, waving at many of their playmates as they passed by. This included Maya and Mimi, who excitedly waved their hands when they passed by.

The couples entered in pairs, holding each other’s hands as they headed to their respective altars, as rehearsed the day prior.

None of the brides had their fathers there, anyway, so there was no send-off, just the couple being together in the entire ceremony.

Eagle and Sheila were among those in the front row and were among the first to settle down. Sheila stood by his good arm, holding it tightly. Eagle was very giddy, turning to smile at the woman, only to realize that Sheila was a little dazed and looking afar.

He frowned, wondering if she was regretting it.

Was it because he lacked a hand?

“What are you thinking about?” Eagle asked his future wife, a little nervous.

“I wish I knew where my family is.”

He heaved a sigh, relieved that she wasn’t regretting the marriage, but also sad for her missing family.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her blush. “We’ll find them eventually, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Mathilda stood in front of the crowd as the officiator, looking gentle as the couples took their positions one by one. Fortunately, in contrast to the clumsy rehearsals the previous day, there were no mishaps in the actual event.

When she saw that everyone had seated, Mathilda began her short speech, primarily about the importance of the ceremony and the union.

“Congratulations on our couples for reaching this part of the journey—the beginning of a new phase of life,” she said.

She began to explain the essence of being a married couple—teaching them what it was, why people did it, and why it shouldn’t be taken lightly.

“This is not something you do just because you want to. This is a permanent thing,” she said, “…until death.

“This is not a trivial matter—not in our home that built itself on the concept of stability. I am here to warn you that divorce would be difficult if there’s no heavy reason to do so.

“Marriage is something you work on, not something to be thrown away when you are bored…

“It is not something you consider ending simply because you found a little quirk you didn’t like.

“People are built differently and there are no exact same individuals, there is bound to be differences even when there is love in between.

“However, no matter what, it is our duty to do our best to make the marriage work—it is what we owe to the sanctity of the union, to our partners, and to ourselves.”

Mathilda stood tall and smiled, asking the couples to face each other as they held hands.

“You may now say your vows,” she said, and each one looked warmly at the person they were facing.

Every couple was allowed to say their vows—short and concise but extremely heartfelt—and the audience didn’t get bored at all.

If anything…, it made the singles want to get married.

Some of them were people who had just arrived here during the heat wave, invited because they happened to know one or two of the people getting married.

Not long ago, their only focus was keeping their lives and having something to eat every few days. Now… they were even thinking of wooing someone.

How quickly priorities changed when people felt safe.

And that…, was just how Alterra was.