After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 984

Chapter 984: More Reunions

[You have been offered a position as Chief Glassmaker (Probationary) under the Research Department.

[Salary: 20 Silver/day (Probationary)

[Tasks: 1. Oversee the Glassmaking Operations and Resource Management

2. Drive Innovation and Product Development

3. Lead the design and artistic direction of the department

4. Ensure rigorous quality control and consistency

5. Supervise and mentor apprentices and junior glassmakers]

[Do you accept? Yes | No?]

Ryan saw the older man in a daze. “Uncle?” he asked, but there was no answer.

The siblings looked at each other before turning to him, waving their palms in front of his face. “Hello~”

Sunny outright pinched his arm.

“A-Ah,” Ricky flinched, startled by the sudden closeness of his nephew and niece.

“What is it, uncle? You were in a daze.”

“I… well, I seem to have gotten a job offer?”

“A what?”

Ricky Calma was a shareholder in a big architectural glass company.

The company mostly made glass for facades like window curtains, stained glass for modern churches, and also high-quality glass for precision instruments.

He started out as one of the R&D Folks but was promoted to one of the shareholders by virtue of his talents. Rather, he was almost pirated, so the owner decided to give him a share of the company—a huge risk that ultimately paid off.

During that time, he also managed to secure some government contracts which further increased his value, also getting him another percentage of shares.

Anyway, it could be said that Ricky was a well-deserved expert in the field.

His passion for glass started when, as a child, he passed by one of the ancient churches that had become a tourist attraction in the area.

It was a surreal experience when he entered that tall church. It made him feel small and humble, and then the colorful lights coming from the stained glass windows washed over him, touching his heart.

Oddly, it was not on the building that he became obsessed with, nor did he become religious. Rather, he got obsessed with the translucent materials that allowed light to enter the massive structure, adding levity to its composition.

“A job offer?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“Head Glassmaker.”

Ryan: “…”

Sunny: “…” Why did she suddenly feel embarrassed?

“A Head Glassmaker already? Can you tell us more about the job offer?”

Sunny gaped at him when he told her. “That’s a supervisory position!” she said. “Just under the Elders!”

“Is it?” Ryan asked. “Can they tell what I used to do? That’s not included in the information lords get automatically, is it?”

He was close with the former-lord Cassas, so he knew a couple of things.

The thing was, Cassas had no idea what the green-tag meant and neither did aborigines who were not particularly close to the previous lords they served.

Not to mention, Lords generally kept quiet about this in order to monopolize the greatest talents that came their way—not that green-tagged names were common at all, of course.

“Anyway, it’s really impressive! People usually have a hard time securing an entry level job—but you’re a very rare parachute!”

Ricky’s lips twitched. He was a bit giddy inside, though not entirely because of the salary.

To be honest, when they transferred here, he didn’t think he’d ever see the material ever again. It was clear that this place—aside from the magic—had medieval technology.

It was also too chaotic. There were monsters, wars, and bad men everywhere. Who had the time to innovate?

When he saw the windows of the modular houses in Bright and Alterra, his heart raced. It was different from glass, but the function was the same—that was to say: to protect from the elements but still bring in the light.

That concept alone lit up a flicker of hope in him.

He knew that the original module was from Alterra, so there was another reason he was so excited to move here.

He was planning on finding out who produced those things but, who knew, he received a job offer instead.

However, after many disappointments, he still couldn’t help but be grounded. “Do we really have capability to make glass here?” he asked.

Sunny grinned, patting herself as if to show how confident she was. “Nothing is impossible in Alterra!”

…

While Ryan was bonding with family, Orz and the rest of them were reunited with the team!

Well, some of them.

Most of the team was outside the territory when they arrived, some of whom were on missions to associate villages and towns, leaving those stationed within the walls behind.

However, those who were left behind definitely rushed to the mercenary halls, calling their non-soldier colleagues to take their places. Garan allowed for it, anyway.

So… when Orz and the others arrived at the mercenary team base, they received a big welcome from their old teammates. It wasn’t anything fancy, just hugs and greetings, and they could only blame Micheal for trying to be mysterious with them.

“Welcome!” Luis and the other yelled, and manly hugs were spread all over. “The others aren’t here, but we called them. Let’s have a party later!”

“In the meantime, let us show you our new place!”

As such, the newcomers were dragged, er…, led inside the hall to see the offices, the training halls, the equipment, and the like.

They saw the high-activity sparring areas, where there were people training hard, and the atmosphere around just made their blood boil!

The feeling of defending the people they love as well as their lifestyles, while improving their own strengths, was something that eluded them for a long time. It felt both disorienting and nice to finally encounter it again.

Perhaps—more prominently—they were struck with the fact that they’d be able to do so with people they respected and could trust their backs with! To people who risked their lives constantly, this was a treasure.

Especially, unlike before, they defended desperately… while feeling like thousands of lives just depended on them.

They were strong men, but they knew they wouldn’t have been able to keep it up forever.

“So… how was it?” Luis asked, a wide and proud grin stuck on his face. Deservedly so.

Orz and the others laughed. “It’s perfect.”