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After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 149

Outside the cloud.

Garan’s sharp eyes watched his team handle the mob, prepared to make a move should he be needed.

"Wind users, start!" He uttered.

On cue, the wind users surrounded the mobs roughly corralled by the team. Their arms extended, making waving motions as they manipulated the wind around the mob, solidifying the corral.

The fire users ignited their arms, throwing their attacks into the wind, burning many of the monsters inside.

A cacophony of growls of different monsters echoed, and they decided not to prolong the monsters’ sufferings.

"Now!" Garan ordered. On signal, a dozen elementalists bombarded the monsters, taking a life every few shots, leaving the last kill to whoever by luck.

Soon, another team came in, with another small wild mob following behind them.

The team continued to train, almost desperately, and slowly they grew stronger day by day.

As he watched his soldiers train and fight harder than before, Garan couldn’t help but look at the cloud again, heart filled with longing for his beloved.

Garan couldn’t help but recall the events a few days prior, many hours after his desperate attempts to get inside.

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—A few days ago—.

Garan did not know how many times he tried. Until, finally, he stayed for more than a minute.

After going back and forth, he had felt that the cloud was truly something that protected what was inside.

During that time, the sense of urgency that hit him had already subsided.

’Was Althea alright now?’ Garan remembered thinking, hope slowly replacing the despair.

Since they were children, he and his wife had had a nearly telepathic connection. At the time, he had a feeling that she was truly out of danger.

It was also at that point that he also understood that what he was doing was pointless.

He felt that there was something else he should be doing—or rather, preparing.

Memories of their first arrival came to mind. The suffering, the deaths, and the losses.

Then the knowledge of the strength discrepancy between territories… how powerless they were when they first arrived in a town, how they could only clench their fist after being bullied and looked down on.

He could still remember he was spat on by a mercenary, just because the man’s girlfriend looked at him.

They were fortunate that senseless bullying of people far inferior in level was looked down on here. This was likely caused by the rules of the territory wars and the 5-level gap effect—as well as pride in strength—otherwise, there would have been far fewer survivors than the score of them.

The number of times he’d have been killed simply because women looked at him in admiration would’ve been countless.

In any case: Strength was always the answer.

His cerulean eyes stayed on the cloud, looking at it deeply. If it truly was the manifestation of the so-called Protection Period, then it would be a double-edged sword.

Chapter 149: Preparations 1

Chapter 149: Preparations 2

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