After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 622

Gill had arrived, and they knew what this meant: The Death Count was here.

Although there were deaths during the war itself, there were more in critical conditions. They had to take them to the doctors and the healers, before they could be transferred back to Altera. However, they had lost Alterans both in Fargo and in Altera due to complications.

"A total of thirty-four Alterans died," he said. "About twenty-seven died during the war, while the others passed due to the critical injuries later on."

Almost all of these casualties were directly attributed to Fargo himself as well as the strongmen in his team like Sen, Uzon, and a few stronger mercenaries.

Although Altera had superior equipment and potions, they were still primarily civilians. How many could truly fight against well-trained terrorists?

The depressing atmosphere in the meeting room deepened.

Before the war, they had expected a lot of deaths—even more than this—but actually hearing the number of lives lost was still incredibly difficult to stomach.

Plus, this number was just the Alterans. There had been hundreds more deaths among the slaves, though their burial was left to Victor and the others.

As for the burial of the Alterans, it naturally had to be grand. The bell rang coinciding with the number of lives lost, each with several moments of silence dedicated.

The cremation was to be held in the park. For now, this was the only option as the space in the territory was limited. They were placed in separate areas so their ashes wouldn’t mix, protected by covers from the wind. The bereaved would have the option to either keep the ashes or place them in the cemetery park located at the edge of the territory.

Althea was also studying the Tree Pod Burial, where the body would be placed in a biodegradable pod that would nourish a seed. The tree, in turn, would be the person’s natural gravestone. There were still plenty of complications in this, however, and she still had a lot to study before they could use it as a formal way to bury the dead.

Almost every citizen came to see the funeral. Almost, as some superstitious old folks didn’t want to join and simply gave alms to the bereaved. There were also the children, who they didn’t want exposed to such an atmosphere just yet.

The Alterans bowed their heads as the bodies were cremated. People who didn’t know the dead felt pity for the loss of life, while their family and friends sobbed their hearts out.

Among these people were the Mauin villagers. At this time, they were standing near the burning corpses, sobbing for their lost comrade.

Meroun was among the people who perished after the war.

He was stabilized after defeating Sen, but he suffered a lot of internal injuries and broken ribs, which unfortunately punctured his heart. Everyone handled the injured with care, even using a carrying bed to make sure they were stable, but fate had its way of taking people away.

Mauin and the others mourned for another lost brother. In fact, he was the only one who perished—which should be a relief because they were expecting at least a third of them might not make it.

But… it was odd; they felt even sadder. Was it because he was the only casualty that made things more painful?

Maybe it was because they were actually given the chance to grieve this time—unlike in their old lives, where they were just forced to move forward head-on in order to survive.

Or perhaps… It was because they were living good life in Altera, even if they had only stayed a while. They finally found hope of living decently. Before, dying could be seen as the end of their struggle. They were humans; they get tired, too.

Now, it was different: Everyone wanted to live. And everyone wanted to live long, long, lives.

Meroun’s death ignited a renewed will inside of them.

"Brother," Mauin mumbled, as if he could still talk to his cousin. "Please rest well."

We will live well in your memory.

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Somewhere at a distance from the pyre, Garan rubbed his wife’s small shoulders and she buried her head on his.