After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 937

Chapter 937: Finding Clues

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___At this, he couldn’t help but worry about the girl and nag her in his mind at the same time.

Why did she have to work so far from home, anyway? Look at them now, unable to find each other…

He should have put his foot down when she said she wanted to work in the City! Obviously, there were perfectly good clinics in their suburban area!

What ‘widen her world’, what ‘see the city’, and what ‘meet new people’? She could barely interact with people without flinching!

The City was such a different world from what she was used to. She was so meek and indecisive… wouldn’t she just be pushed around?

Now… they were in a world where it would be near-impossible for a personality like that to live well, and he could only hope that she encountered a miracle!

At the same time, he couldn’t help but take a peek at his son. He was looking around with awe, though his eyes were still a bit red from sniffling.

Den, one of the friends he made along the way, couldn’t help but look at Sheldon and shake his head. “Goodness, after so long, he’s still a crybaby.”

Albert felt a bit embarrassed, but he didn’t know what to say. “He’s… still adjusting,” was all he said. “We’ll get better soon.”

Den patted his shoulder. “You know, it’s good to do tough love sometimes. Being too soft on the kids might not do them well.”

This made his feet pause and frown.

His eyes couldn’t help but shift to his son, who had always been passive. Because he had such a passive personality, he and his wife often decided things for him.

They decided where he should go to school, what extracurriculars he should pursue, how he should behave in front of their friends, and what time he had to be home every day.

This was the same with Sheila…

They pushed that line of work to her because it was a stable job that wouldn’t replaced easily by technology. Most importantly, it would make sure she could take care of her own body.

She could also take care of them, so they could guide her for as long as they could.

That was their reasoning, but… was it correct?

He bit his lips as a realization—one that he had been pushing down—slowly crept upon him. This thought had been inkling at the back of his head for a while, but he was too busy to survive to do any more introspection.

Had they been too… soft?

While trying to protect and help their kids, did they hinder their growth instead?

If something happened to them… he couldn’t help but feel that he had something to do with it, and it made him feel even more heavy than he already was.

He wondered if… he should’ve pushed them more.

If he had, would they have been stronger people? Would they have been able to handle the real world better?

“Dad?” Sheldon called on to him. He had apparently been left behind by their group without them noticing.

He looked at his sniffling son who was now entering his teenage years, and then he looked around him—there were many people there, some watching their movements.

He also saw young children around his son’s age. They were also thin, but their eyes seemed to have flares to them.

“A-Ah, nothing,” he said, just patting the boy’s head as he guided him forward.

The father-and-son looked around and saw the territory was much better than their old one and they were relieved, thinking they might have found a really good place.

However, they realized that most of the people here were tall on average, and their features were slightly sharper than theirs.

They also spoke using a different language. They could understand it thanks to the system, but they could tell it was not Terran.

“What? Is this an Aborigine village?” Sheldon voiced out, making Albert frown.

They looked at each other with heavy hearts. Then again, they should’ve known. How could fellow Terrans—who had arrived the same time as they did—build something so good and long-lasting?

Still… they really didn’t think too much about it before. After all, they were just focused on finding a wall!

Their heaviness was worsened when they looked around, receiving some looks—realizing that some of them weren’t very friendly.

They felt scared, their experiences with aborigines were all bloody.

Should they escape? Escape where?

They were all panicking at this time, already trying to find a way to save themselves.

However, when some people nearby started talking about them, they couldn’t help but flinch a bit. “Those damned refugees… did you see? They’re probably one of those Terran guys.”

“They look weak compared to the others, though.”

“Does it matter? They’re just a hateful bunch.”

They turned to see it was a man with a straw on his mouth. He was very badass-looking, and he made no effort in hiding how much he disliked Terrans. The men beside him were no different, all looking at them with annoyance.

Albert gulped and stepped forward. Sheldon flinched and held his arms, but he shook his head.

He was shaking a bit, but he knew they had no choice. He… he also wanted to show his son that… they could play active roles, even in this world where they were weak.

Even if he was terrified enough he was on the verge of peeing.

“Er… we’re sorry for what others did… but we assure you we are not like them,” he paused, trying to keep a straight—but polite—face. “Can you tell us… if there’s a Terran village nearby?”

This caused the aborigines’ frown to deepen and Albert was sure he peed a bit under their stare.

At this, some other Terrans also followed his lead. They even handed the aborigine men some silver they had. It was led by none other than his friend Den.

“Please tell us more—about the Terrans you speak of,” Den said, similarly nervous. At this point, they were all just hoping they didn’t get killed in the process.

The man looked at them for a while and didn’t speak. For a moment, they thought they wasted their silver.

Some people behind them had already stepped back, as if ready to run away at a moment’s notice.

Fortunately, in the end, the men did tell them information—important ones.

“Terran Villages, eh? We’re surrounded by them,” he said. “This territory is subsidiary to one, in fact.”

Albert and the others’ eyes widened, and they looked at each other in disbelief.

What?