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After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1871

Summary for Chapter 1871: After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

Chapter summary of Chapter 1871 – After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World by NispedanaSan

In Chapter 1871, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World by NispedanaSan, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World.

Chapter 1871: Milo’s Letter

During the past few months, Sarah and Gurnam were focused on their training.

Sarah was a wind-archer. This combination, along with her experience in the national team, pretty much secured her a spot as Alterra’s best archer.

Gurnam was a fire swordsman, and he had shown great reflexes and battle instincts, his potential as a close-ranged fighter exemplary.

Their training lasted more than 20 hours of each day, and they only went home to rest. For the most part, they were practically camping outside the territory.

Of course, they were not strong enough to do this carelessly, so they were always camping within the scope of the sentries. They would also take several missions to Ferrol Town here and then for a change of scenery, as well as to add challenge.

Being in the ’home ground’ had a lot of advantages, after all, and this was not just limited to sentry placement, but their increasing memorization of the terrain.

The minimum level to head out as fighters in caravans to towns was level 15 because that was the average level of monsters in towns. This was already a powerhouse at the village level, but going from town to town naturally had different requirements.

They also had to join in more powerful mercenary teams, which had their own level requirements. Since they didn’t know which City it was from, it was definitely not nearby. If they failed to join the right team, they might take even longer to get to Milo even if they find out where he was.

Further, joining a ’high-level’ team didn’t necessarily mean one could jump the maximum distance they were allowed to take. There was a minimum level among mercenary teams per level, and that wasn’t just due to vanity.

Jumping 10,000 kilometers when one was only level 15 could result in someone’s explosion, after all. The array simply didn’t accept people below the level requirements to jump willy-nilly just because of membership.

This was one of the Teleportation array’s advantages over hall arrays. They did not have distance requirements, and people around level 10 or even less (depending on race and physique) could use it.

So even if they managed to enter a mercenary team at the minimum level, being a member weaker than the level requirements meant that they could not use the arrays and only take missions in their area or had to go elsewhere on foot. What use would that be?

This was just jumping from town to town. What more of a City?

They knew from Eian that Milo was taken by some noble from a City, just that he didn’t know who it was. They just knew it was in the western part of Voumi, which was as big as the world, because Mafo sent his auction invites in that direction.

Eian had been in Voumi, now Ceramica, Town this whole time and had never encountered Cauis at all. When he moved to Alterra, they had not encountered each other, and Cauis even had to leave for Holt City.

In any case, the minimum level if they were heading to a City was level 20, which Gurnam already reached by this time. Sarah only needed another level or so to do the same.

This was the level Alterra itself was trying to impose.

However, technically speaking, personal projects and missions weren’t something Alterra could control, even among their guards.

If they wanted to go, regardless of levels, Alterra wouldn’t physically block their way. They would be asked to send notice, and possibly do turnovers, but that was about it.

However, many people, especially government employees and guards, generally followed Alterra’s recommendations out of respect.

After all, they all knew how much Alterra cared and invested in their people. Being associated and getting into trouble could also cause trouble to Alterra—worse, sully its name. It felt disrespectful to jump into danger despite all this!

(None of the Elders actually imposed this ideology, but they did not stop it from forming either. It was just a natural side effect for people who were proud of their home and genuinely cared for it, inevitably connecting their own identities with it).

This was also another reason why people trained harder and harder, and this wasn’t limited to Sarah and Gurnam. Even if they were not going to a City, they didn’t want to embarrass Alterra!

The town was now level 2, and the average level compared to peers of the same level was much lower. They had heard some visitors say this, some even mocked them. How could the proud citizens stand for this!?

In Alterra, due to the training-hungry stats of the people, several training programs sprang up.

Many were not even related to the guards at all, and many of these were legitimate businesses.

The most popular were owned by mercenaries, mostly aborigines. They would assist the trainees outside the territory, usually around the edges of the Town’s area of effect, so the high-level monsters were less dense.

Since creating a base there, they knew they had to find more sources of income as well. Not to mention, helping people grow more powerful was a sure way to integrate.

Today, Sarah and Gurnam were now training with the Rolan Mercenary team. The training team was led by Sipa and Bulgogi, and they chose a location a few kilometers away from the Town walls.

They were together with the earth user Baison, a former slave they received from the Basset Town war. He had been one of the more impressive slaves at the time, though on the wrong side, and had assisted a lot of people to get through a lot of the people’s attacks.

He was lucky because Alterra’s defense was solid. If not, he wouldn’t have been able to integrate at all just by virtue of the deaths he could’ve indirectly caused.

Finally, Troy, Fred, and their gang were there too. They tended to try different teams for exposure. Which also meant it could get quite noisy.

Whoosh!

Fred laughed, staring at Troy’s bleeding nose again. "HAHAH! How many times has it been? Aren’t you thankful that you have such a flat nose?"

Troy’s eyes twitched, but he kept his cool. Having a calm and collected lover made him calmer too, so he didn’t seem childish.

Well, he tries.

This argument went on, and it annoyed everyone else, especially when monsters appeared, and they were still arguing.

Chapter 1871: Milo’s Letter 1

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