After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 184

"Drake?!" Ansel yelled, seeing a familiar figure also valiantly dealing with the mob.

When Garan ’smuggled’ him into the special forces training grounds, Drake was one of the people he was thrown to. The guy’s training was very harsh and his entire body would be dead tired by nighttime.

Later, Ansel found it was because he looked too feminine and Drake happened to have a great (emphasis: great) weakness against ’beautiful women’.

Ansel was offended at first, but then he learned to take advantage of that by acting like a sissy, and Drake couldn’t wait to escape from him—successfully lightening up his load. Hehe. He was a genius even at that age.

It had already been a few years though, he heard that Drake had already retired.

The man raised an eyebrow looking him up and down as he slashed, giving him a nod in the end. This was all done as he got rid of several monsters using his weapon.

Was that a nod of approval? Did he finally look masculine?

Ansel also noticed a couple of people around Althea, protecting her. Some of which were in-charge of long-range attacks.

There were not only close-range fighters, but there were also archers with a special bow.

"Are those crossbows?" He asked no one in particular. Was this available in any weapons store he had been to? Didn’t seem like it?

He also couldn’t help but notice their states. Everyone looked so… stable.

It was in stark contrast with the haggardness and panic on their side… which was the normal bearing through all the territories they’d been to so far.

Why did it feel… so different from what he’d encountered?

Then, a wall of fire appeared in front killing a handful of monsters in one go.

"What the heck!!"

"Magic?!"

"Whoa! Awesome!"

Despite being grossly outnumbered, the fights became increasingly easy from this point.

Anyway, seeing the newcomers deal with the monsters so well—someone could even make a fire whip!— injected stimulants to their side.

Their group of nearly a hundred people fought hard for their lives, hope revitalising their lackluster energies, and there were no more deaths after that.

Eventually, the mob thinned, and the miserable group noticed there were no more monsters attacking.

"We did it!!"

"Yes!"

They cheered, while some groveled on the ground, some due to extreme joy and some due to sadness for those they lost.

"If only you got here sooner, my daughter—" she sobbed, hitting the nearby guard. However, the guard did not do anything and let her vent.

Of course, most people were just thankful and gave the guards a hug.

On the other side, Ansel was finally within a few meters of Althea. The woman smiled and opened her arms, welcoming him.

His feet moved on their own and he went to her without another thought.

When he entered her embrace and felt her warmth, his tear ducts that had been pouring since he saw her seemed to have a renewed water source and snot also came out.

Althea was not disgusted. Instead, she laughed and good-naturedly rubbed his back. "Still a kid. Crying so miserably."

The people who had been used to Ansel’s cool and collected image were taken aback by the sight.

Althea raised her head and finally noticed this group, and then she saw their miserable appearance.