After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1074

A/N: *cough* I’m scheduling tomorrow’s chapters right now so I know for sure we’re already done with pre-time skip xDD I get embarrassed too when I miscalculate, okay!?

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Meanwhile, at the back of the audience, three women stood together. It was Helen, Yelena, and a young lady with highlighted brown hair.

It was Samantha, Gian’s sister. 1She had reached her 18th birthday the previous week and was no longer under the orphanage. However, she took a full-time job as a staff there, and Helen was happy to have her.

She also kept her part-time job at the Supermarket, which she went to when the kids were at school.

"It’s so nice to have Miss Kimmy stay with us," she said. "I can never tell decent stories."

When she tried, she just droned and even she felt like she was going to fall asleep with her own voice.

She was the direct opposite of her gregarious friend Penny1, who—she heard—had resigned in her artist job at the newspaper, opting to do auditions for the entertainment company Elder Ansel was setting up instead.

It was a little out-of-character to be honest, but then she heard stories about what she probably experienced when she was a slave in Fargo, and Samantha realized that she—despite being abandoned by her brother—was still very lucky.

"Indeed," Helen said, agreeing with her. "The kids loved her since she moved in here a few days ago."

Samantha looked at her. "I thought you were agreeing with me not being a good storyteller."

"That, too."

"..."

She sighed. Well, it wasn’t as offensive if she just accepted it as fact. In the end, she turned her head to the kids and then to Kimmy, who had made great improvements from when she had arrived here more than a month ago.

It felt like it wasn’t long ago when Kimmy was the silent doll whom few people could interact with.

Of course, Kimmy was still not fully recovered and would spend most of the day brooding inside her room. However, whenever the children were in the orphanage, she would occasionally pop up to bond with them, as if getting used to handling children.

Alterra could heal people, that was for certain, and Kimmy—on top of her own strength, of course—was a testament to that.

"Kimmy is a great storyteller and could understand the hearts of children," Samantha added. "I heard she was quite the movie fanatic back then. I guess it’s true."

"Kimmy…" they heard a whisper from the side. It was from the newcomer, Yelena. She said Kimmy’s name repeatedly, as if trying to recall something.

"It’s that Kimmy," Helen said. "I’m sure Lord Yassop told you about her."

Yelena’s eyes flickered, fixing on the woman amidst the dozen children. She had indeed heard of this person, her father told her about what happened.

First of all, a female lord was something impossible in her mind. Even if her power later crumbled down when Patte ruined everything in the worst way, the fact that it happened was something difficult to wrap her head around.

Further, frankly speaking, what happened to Kimmy was worse than what had happened to her. Not only was she abused by more than one person—it was done in public, too.

The only reason they were certain it was Patte’s was because he was the only one who ’unloaded’ inside.

Just the thought made Yelena shiver. The humiliation and degradation must’ve been unimaginable.

Yet… right now, Kimmy was lovingly holding her stomach, as if she adored whatever was in there.

Yelena remembered when she was pregnant. The bigger it got, the more disgusted she felt about herself. She wanted to stab it many times.

Was she okay? How?

Yelena felt complicated. She hadn’t talked much to her son, but this person with similar experiences was so… different from her, and she couldn’t fathom the reason why.

Did her father make a mistake? Perhaps Kimmy didn’t ’hate’ it or Patte?

In theory, even if they were put in the same situation, Yelena should actually be much more accepting than Kimmy was.

After all, aborigine women were raised and conditioned by society to be obedient to men. In contrast, Terran women were more independent and prideful.

Psychologically, Yelena should’ve adjusted better with the situation, perhaps even ’glad’ that she would marry ’upwards’.

She was not the first to have been impregnated. There was another one from a subsidiary village. Perhaps the seeds he was spreading relentlessly bore fruit someplace else as well.