After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 319

Soon, the group finally went ahead to go out. Other than their group of 14 (including Gaudi), they had Beany with them.

He pretty much appeared all-packed up the morning they were set to leave. Something about the dictatorship had no freedom of speech; Poor reporters like him could only suffer extrajudicial killings.

And, of course, he too had a family to find!

In any case, the group—mostly comprised of soldiers level 15 and above—traversed forest after forest, hill after hill, with relative ease.

They dealt with the mobs so easily, with Beany gushing with every element manifested near him. His reporter stats quickly revealed itself.

"How do you handle the elements?"

"What was it like when you first transferred?"

He was there when Vincent asked Garan for more details about this strange world, but that was mostly about the world. The more emotional aspect of the story was left out and he wanted to know more.

"We transferred here about four months ago. All 300. A hundred survived the initial transfer." Garan said, "Then we inexplicably found out we have a system and a space."

"Three months? You guys got really strong. I’m only level 2 after a month…"

"There was no protection period, then."

Beany blinked, the implications dawning on him and he paled. He looked at Garan and the others with a mix of pity and even more respect.

"It must’ve been terrifying," he said, squeaking.

"Well, it could’ve been worse."

Silence occupied the group as they walked, in their heads they couldn’t help but reminisce about what they went through coming here.

"Althea would be happy to find out you’re alright," Beany said with a smile and Garan’s feet stopped.

"You have met her?" They had lost contact with Beany because he was adopted by foreigners. Their contact resumed separately many years later, though never as a couple.

The chubby man nodded, "Had a lot to do with you, in fact."

Garan took a deep breath as he started walking again to Beany’s pace. "Tell me."

"Long story." Beany said in his typical gregarious fashion, "It started out when I was chasing a scoop…"

"Straight to Althea," Garan said impatiently, knowing the other’s propensity to go on tangents.

He reckoned he’d do quite well in creative writing instead.

Beany tutted as he walked, annoyed by being interrupted. He wanted to tease him out of spite but shivered under his stare.

So, in fear of his life, he told him the story.

"Ahem, when you guys disappeared… well, the government tried to keep it under wraps for as long as they could."

"But over a month passed and there was no news of you. She tried to get information from the government, but no one gave her a direct answer.

He frowned, "No one bothered to tell her?" He asked. His wife, of all people, had the right to know what happened to him! What happened?

In retrospect, he should’ve asked the general.

"I happened to be covering the same story. She was with a redhead and the Diplomat Mathilda, trying to get more information. I saw her during one of my stakeouts—"

"How was she?"