After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 141

Aberdeen City, 19 years ago

He had just gone back from work when the 11-year-old Garan was met with a chubby brown-haired boy.

In his hand was a pink paper bag, and inside it was a stuffed toy to accompany that small dog stuffed toy of hers. Plushies should be big enough to be hugged, he thought, and she ought to have a much larger one than the old one that could fit in her small pocket.

Because of the gift, he took overtime work and took even more time to buy it, so he was a few hours late in getting back than usual.

He ran home excitedly afterward, looking forward to his Angel’s smiling face.

"Garan! Garan! Big news!!" The boy ran to him with his usual energy, but this time he was frowning and looked a little sad.

"Garan! Althea is gone!" The little chubby boy—Beany—said, looking at him with pity. But his pitiful look soon turned to fear.

"What? What do you mean??" Garan grabbed Bean’s shoulder, unconsciously pressing to the bone.

The younger boy’s eyes flinched in pain, squeaking, "She… she got adopted, just today!"

"WHAT?!"

The younger boy flinched, startled. "Well, actually the parents seemed decent—"

Garan’s dark face did not subside.

Poor little Bean didn’t know how to escape safely from this guy’s claws.

Garan’s breath was heavy, unsure how to absorb this sudden fact. He whipped his head and glared at the innocent Bean. "What happened?!"

Scared, poor Bean’s young mind just told him to tell everything he had seen. "Althea was crying, looking for you everywhere." He gulped and almost screamed when he saw Garan’s face getting darker and darker.

"The principal tried to pull her somewhere else, but she was crying so miserably that the visiting couple saw her."

"They found her lovely and it broke their hearts to see her crying. It happened that the couple was looking for someone to adopt."

Garan looked at him, and he continued telling him what he knew. Pitiful Little Bean gulped again in nervousness.

"They promised her t-that if she behaved well, you would come see her. That’s all I know."

Bean took a deep breath after finishing and tried to reassure this wild beast of a friend. "They looked very sincere."

Garan frowned and clenched his fist. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to find a good family, but he was angry he wasn’t there when she found one.

He wasn’t even able to say goodbye to her? He still had so much candy saved up to give her little by little for fear she’d ruin her teeth…

He turned to Bean. "Did you get their address?"

"Not, exactly, but the headmistress should have it."

Garan frowned and turned, his feet automatically taking him to the headmistress.

Then, suddenly, he felt extreme pain in his body—so extreme that his legs gave way, and he fell strongly face-first on the floor.

He didn’t even feel the pain from the fall; the sudden grip on his heart felt so much more painful.

"Oi! Garan! What’s wrong with you?!"

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A few minutes later, every news outlet would report that a terrorist attack happened in a certain children’s mall, killing hundreds of people, most of whom were children.

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Present.

Garan glared at the fog in front of him, thinking that it was the obstacles that had kept her from Althea back then.

He finally reached the fog and entered again, but came back out where he entered a moment later.

He frowned but continued doing so anyway, over and over again.

For the nth time, he stepped out exactly where he came in.

His fists clench, heart heavy and depressed.

He wouldn’t be so helpless again, would he?

In fact, he hadn’t found that terrorist group yet, even after all these years—

That group of bastards took joy in forcing terror into people’s hearts, destroying worlds, ruining people’s lives.

He almost lost his world back then, and he could still remember the despair that he felt.

Althea was said to be the only one to survive in that area, and miraculously only a part of her back received some burns.

It was just that even if it was relatively lucky, a wound was a wound, pain was pain, and it broke his heart regardless.

He could still remember her pale bloodied face when he saw her at the hospital even at this moment.

Althea still had that damned scar on her back. It was a large scar that extended from her lower back to her hip.

Every time he saw it, his determination to get rid of all scum strengthened.

At the same time, he was reminded that he had to be so strong no one could stop him from seeing her again.

He would protect her from any sort of harm, he had vowed back then. And he had indeed protected her well, especially after she couldn’t get adopted afterward.

This was because both the adoptive parents died in the accident, and she was tagged unlucky because of it.

She was called a jinx, turned into an outcast, and was bullied when he was at work.