After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1883

Chapter 1883: Following Smoke

The first hundred Terrans to awaken received skills early on.

An element of luck was involved in this. They were in the right place, at the right time, and had access to some defense weapons that they were able to do this.

The apocalypse happened at the same time, but people lived in different time zones. Many people were deep asleep when this happened, while others were already ending their days, and had low energies and their guards were down.

For these people, people who mostly landed North of Alterra, it hit most of them midday. While the sun was up and everyone was energetic, others suddenly fell down, and when they got up, they were no longer human.

Cardinal was the highest among them, ranked at 007. Cardinal was part of the seminary; his parents named him this because they wanted him to be a priest, though ultimately he went on to apprentice as a chef.

When the Change happened, he was on itchen duty with a very old head chef. He was even holding a knife.

The old man suddenly fell down while cooking, taking down a few pans and ingredients with him.

The old man woke up without pupils and his teeth a little sharper than usual. Fortunately, a turnip was there, and it ended up being sacrificed instead of his arm.

Cardinal’s instincts flared, knowing danger was here. When the old man continued to attack him with clear intent to eat him, he just did what he could to defend himself from the attack.

By luck, he slashed the old man’s already fragile neck with his knife, killing him, and ultimately becoming one of the first people to awaken by accident.

The others had similar experiences.

Anyway, they were ostracized so much. Sometime during the height of the Fire Plague (it was what the Lord allegedly named the disease), some people from their party started getting sick, and it only got worse.

They changed not only because they couldn’t handle the treatment, but also because the evil of the upper class became clear to them.

It happened when one of them desperately needed a potion from the administration team.

Wolfe, survivor #048, covered himself up well and wanted to sneak in, getting at least an inhibitor. There, he saw some of the Lord’s cronies fighting, and he heard a few things in the process.

"Alterra only sold this number to us."

"Damn," another said. "That’s not enough for the Lord and his women, let alone us at the bottom!"

"Did you think that place found out what we’re doing?"

"That we’re abusing the items? It’s not possible! We’re so far away!"

"I bet other subsidiaries got more copies," another muttered bitterly. "You know I visited my brother in the other village, right? They had a lottery there. Not only did the Lord and his immediate family receive it, but they could also afford to give it to normal citizens? What did that mean? They had more!"

"We have to go there for more."

"Would they sell more to us?"

"We’ll make a scene if we have to!"

"Idiot! Do you wanna get blacklisted? I heard they’ve developed a cure, too!"

"A cure? Already!? Shit!"

"Tsk. We earned quite a bit from our last sale. We should be able to afford more. We’d just have to make sure to mark-up massively to make a profit."

Only the cities that received the formulas made oaths that put a cap on the medicines’ markup. Having the formula meant they could produce the medicine themselves, indefinitely, as long as they had the ingredient after all.

As for the others in the region directly buying medicine from Alterra, because it was very rationed, there was no need to do so. Alterra gave them the freedom to handle the medicine they purchased on their own. Putting so much control over the direct buyers wasn’t good. People instinctively wanted to develop on their own, so micromanaging could become counterproductive at some point.

Sadly, there would always be people taking advantage.

"We’ll leave at midnight. Be ready," the Lord’s cronie said, and the others nodded.

Like this, Wolfe made a snap decision to leave for this ’Alterra’. If these bastards weren’t willing to give them anything, then they’d get them themselves!

...

The group decided to follow the caravan heading towards Alterra. They had to keep their distance, though, as the caravan had a few strongmen (hired aborigines) with them.

Of course, some of the strongest Terran guards on the Lord’s side—and had even made that pseudo-slave oath—were with them, too. There was nothing good that’d happen to them if they were found out.

That said, even if they did lose them in case the path was obliterated by, say, mobs, they could still find them anyway, though it was just a bit more cumbersome.

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