After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 829

While the Moneygrubber Golds were having a blast, there was FightingManiac Obi’s side, whose focus was to strengthen his underdog of a team.

At this time, he was giving the new weapons to the level 20s in his team. At first, they wondered what it was until he demoed its use. In particular, how many arrows he shot within a short span of time.

His team brightened at the gifts, and they were also touched by his considerations. Even when going on a vacation, he still remembered them!

Anyway, the group hurried and took their weapons, trying it out. It was amazing. They could shoot many times more in the same amount of time!

"Wow! This is amazing! Thank you, Captain!" This was Leez, one of the newer recruits, and a relatively androgynous young lad.

He had just passed level 20, though he was fairly young—only 22—so his potential was really pretty good. He was also an earth elementalist, which was really lucky for him.

Generally, everyone with the disposition to become an elementalist would be trained by the territory and obligated to serve it for a few decades under oath.

After basic training, they would be distributed to various guard teams or whatever place the Lord deemed them useful. His underdog team was unlikely to get an elementalist, but Obi had requested a few many times and made a scene for the unfairness.

He may or may not have loudly said a few jabs about the bias of the ’higher ups’, which wasn’t appreciated. If he wasn’t a Gold, he’d definitely have been punished.

For context, the head of the Bleuelle Military was Morgen Trion, the heir to the Trion family. One could imagine what he had been doing, trying to keep Obi from climbing up the ladder.

Not that Obi minded, not really. He wasn’t for the politics of that place, anyway.

It so happened Leez was too scrawny and ’weak’,so he was sent to Obi’s team to shut him up instead.

Anyway, the lad practiced the weapon a few times. He was an archer so he had talent, perfecting his accuracy after a couple of times. "Amazing! How many shots did I do every few seconds?" he yelled, grabbing the guy next to him in his glee.

Aforementioned guy—a curly brunette with mustache—made a sour face and pushed him off. "Damn man! Go bathe! So smelly! Cough!"

"I just did!" Leez gasped. "Not my fault I sweat a lot more lately!"

Tener, another recruit, laughed out loud. "Hey, to be fair, our soft boy Leez smells a lot less than everyone else. Everyone stinks lately."

Dejel rolled his eyes and just looked at the captain, getting to business. "These really are pretty good for our level, captain. It would be even better if it would have a higher level so we can deal with stronger enemies."

Obi looked at him. "I heard the origin territory is working on that, but it’d take a while," he said. "For now, I bought the latest model, which I assume would be useful for the next ranking exams."

"Yes, it will!" Dejel said, looking quite sure. "They’ve been trying to take away our resources. You showed them we can do well without them"

The younger man looked at the weapon in his hand. "I’m sure some of the weapons makers in the City would be interested in mimicking this design though," he said, immediately looking worried.

"I mean…," he lifted his head and looked at the rest of their 20-member team who was trying the new crossbow. "It might happen either way."

Obi shrugged. He knew that the weapon would eventually land in someone else’s hands—-specifically, someone with resources to attempt to study its design. However, Alterra didn’t seem to mind—it was inevitable anyway.

What the Alterrans did say was that it’d be difficult to copy the design perfectly. Even if they did manage to do so, a good portion of the earnings would still go to Alterra by virtue of the patent.

"Ah, other than weapons, I have something else to give you guys," he said, getting the servants to take the 20 wooden boxes that’d take a portion of their spaces.

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing to see.

"This is what we call Emergency box," he said, getting a servant to open one, with the guards looking at the contents curiously. They didn’t recognize most of them though, so they could only look at the captain in confusion.

"What are these, Captain?"

"Emergency supplies," he said. "I’m not including the healing potions which you already have in your space. Rather, these are food you can keep indefinitely."

These were non-perishable foods to keep in their space. There were several packets of instant noodles, jerkies, packets of biscuits, dried fruits, nuts, and the like.

"This is for emergency long travels," he said. I don’t have much, so don’t eat them while in the City, those are emergency food!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Now, go back to work!"