After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 872

Anyway, back to the story~!

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They were not ready to upgrade to a Town.

Or rather, they

might

be, but she wasn’t satisfied with that.

Although the cap was much higher, it didn’t mean every enemy they’d face would have forces at that level. Much like how the village cap was 15, but those at that level were already the powerhouses of Level 3 Villages. Towns were the same.

But the thing was: she wanted to be overpowered for her tier. That was the only way she could guarantee her people’s lives and livelihood.

She told her worries to her husband. She believed she needed more time to do this, and he agreed with her. "We will delay it," he said, holding Little Meatball’s onesie as he attempted to climb on his shirt and up to his shoulder.

The baby boy could not walk on his own yet, but he could climb well for some reason.

Garan was so used to this by now, and he spoke like there was no one climbing up on his face. "I also need time to raise the overall level of the guards to ensure their survival at that level." _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

The level cap for Town was now level 40. Although Level 1 Towns rarely had a lot of such high-leveled people, the fact was that there could be such powerhouses joining the war. Not to mention, late level 20s and level 30s were likely prevalent during that time.

"Gooogppphhh!" Little Meatball said, drooling all over her father’s shirt as he tried to pat the man’s chin.

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Althea couldn’t help but giggle at her energetic baby boy’s antics. Holding her well-behaved daughter with one hand, she poked his bum with the other.

"Mwammmaahh!" Little Pepper mumbled, putting her tiny hands on Althea’s lips. Her heart melted and she kissed the baby’s palm.

The couple ended up going back down, to the living room to play with the babies as they discussed strategies.

Although it was technically working hours at night—so everyone else was outside working—the two of them were elders and had flexible time. They had decided to do their tasks after the children fell asleep, so they wanted to tire them out first.

The babies giggled loudly, milky voices echoing in the room, as they tickled them both and then letting them play on the playcot, hopefully to use up their energies soon enough.

"Should we really modify the residency costs?" She wondered as she handed Pepper a cute rattle toy, and Meatball something to bite on with his single teeth. Each baby was sitting on a parent’s thigh, with Pepper on her mother’s and Meatball on his dad’s.

Garan nodded, patting the boy’s small head as he chomped on his toy. The Baby boy soon got bored of it and started to try climbing up his dad again.

"Yes," he said and, with a slight sigh, he lifted the baby with an arm again. The baby giggled, trying to ’swim’ again as he flailed his small arms and legs.

Meatball, obviously, preferred high places.

They were not sure that was a good thing.

They could only imagine the trouble he’d cause when he could walk. Worse: when he could

fly

.