After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 303

Aberdeen City, thirteen years prior

"Bomb it!" Twelve-year-old Althea told her teammate, Ansel, who happily obliged by throwing the bomb to their virtual enemies.

Their enemies naturally all died, and Althea looked very happy.

"Wow…"

Garan, who happened to be watching them play, felt complicated.

Did she love bombs so much because she was almost—

He glared at the brat who introduced her to such unhealthy games.

Ansel: …

Anyway, after their game, the teenage Garan couldn’t help but pull Althea somewhere to talk (though not without sending a small glare at Ansel, who shivered for his life).

"What is it?" She asked, and Garan wondered how to tell her without sounding overbearing.

"..."

"Garan?"

Garan couldn’t speak immediately. He just had a nightmare the night before, where Althea—who had now entered her teenage years, the supposedly rebellious stage—looked at him in distaste.

"Stop being sooo boriinggg!" Dream-Althea had told him. She was wearing that adorable pout of hers, but she just kept saying hurtful things.

He paled.

"Garan? Are you alright?" Garan blinked and looked down at the girl in front of him. When he saw only kindness and concern in her pretty emerald eyes, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Alas, he thought too much. How could he compare his angel with the brats of the world?

"I just want you to know, that hurting people isn’t a good practice. You just have to protect yourself."

"Unless it’s the bad guy," she corrected him. His lips twitched and he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, unless they’re the bad guy."

At this, Althea looked at him proudly. "Didn’t you see? Those ninjas tried to attack my turf!" She told him, eyes filled with certainty. "Of course, I’m gonna protect it!"

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Altera, Present.

Helios and Hugo heaved a gasp as they killed a level 4 monster together. It took them a while, and they knew their movements had begun to lag.

"We just rested an hour ago."

The battle has been going on for more than a day now, their rest times naturally had to be extended.

"There’s still so many."

"Well,"

Now that their bodies were as heavy as lead and had begun to lose a few more people, the momentum had begun to slow down.

Everyone also had heavy injuries on their bodies, only kept standing by the medicines—which were quickly dwindling—and by sheer willpower.

The tension had risen, and it could be said no one expected this degree of strength they had to face.

It was fortunate they had reliable Aborigines, or else they’d have lost a lot more people.

Ansel parried the sword against the monster, slicing its eyes immediately after. He stepped back to avoid its claws, and the sentry hit it directly in the back.

He deftly avoided another attack from behind, but his legs had gotten a bit weak and he miscalculated, losing his balance.

The monster quickly took advantage.

Roar!

"Shit!" he yelled, placing a shield in front of him to give him time to recover. However, the shield was saved as a spear appeared. It was quick to pass through the monster’s neck, splattering blood all over Ansel’s face.

He turned to see Hugo, who had just pulled back his spear. "Thanks," he said, standing up and ready to fight again. Although he didn’t like the bloke, gratitude due shall be given.

"I got the experience." The other man said, redirecting another attack with his spear. He angled in a way that the monster moved in a direction and was promptly shot by the sentry for him.

It roared and he took advantage to hit it on its weak point, finally killing it.

A second later, Helios kicked another monster to their side, with Hugo—without any more prompts—stabbing it with his spear mid-fall. Ansel then jumped above yet another weird thing, kicking it with all his strength, just before stabbing its eye with his sword.

Immediately, Hugo stabbed its mouth with his weapon, using his whole body weight (and more) to pull it in the direction of a sentry. Helios also took a shot at it. Combined with the sentry’s arrow, the monster met its quick demise.

The three’s teamwork had improved by leaps and bounds during this time.

Soon, the uncle and nephew’s life had gotten critically low and they had to go rest. Then Ansel would shift to Luke and Leo’s fight, who had just arrived from their short break.

It could be said Ansel was quite the team player. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}