After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 363

During this time, the admiration and gratitude received by the soldiers and the aborigines who helped others level up was absolutely massive.

Every day, some citizen or guard would be treating them to a meal, giving out supplies, and sending groceries. They saved a lot of money with all the treats.

The citizens also loved feeding the soldiers. Most of the time, they also asked them about the elements, what their experiences were, and requested for some tips.

It was as if they already activated their elements by their questions.

The aborigines couldn’t bear to tell them that less than 10% of people could awaken elements. They could only smile awkwardly and make subtle hints along the way, trying to be as gentle as possible.

For example:

"You’re working hard, occupations should be within reach. It doesn’t matter if you become an Elementalist." This was Gauis speaking.

"Yes, having an occupation is already amazing. Elementalists are overrated sometimes because of the mana issue…"

However, many citizens had bright eyes and optimistic faces, quickly shutting them down. "No, no. I already have names of my techniques: Wind blade, Tornado Lift, and Breeze Distraction."

"..."

On the other hand, the soldiers had an inkling that everyone who survived to get here probably had the potential to be Elementalists, though they never said so out loud.

Anyway, this went on for a few more days, with each soldier gaining their own fanbases like the aborigines did (known as the Golden Girls for Oslo and the Fiery Squad for Rowan).

The Alterans watched in awe as fellow Terrans produced fireballs in their hands, throwing them into quick projectiles. They were accurate, hitting the monsters in critical places.

They whistled as fellow Terrans produced water whips that floated gracefully around them. Amazingly, they used such a gentle element to create serious damage to monsters who could eat their heads in a single bite.

They clapped as another soldier stomped his feet and tens of earth spikes emerged from the ground, skewering monsters in one shot, debilitating them for the others to kill.

And they gasped in awe as fellow Terrans swiped their hands and created small tornadoes. Someone even flew for a few seconds.

Anyway, it was all very inspiring.

After all, this meant there was a possibility they could do it as well when they reached level 10!

Many of these citizens and guards were victims of the stronger waves of monsters, each one lost a friend or loved one in these beasts’ jaws. Memory could get blurry, but the emotions of the moment were clear: They felt scared, hopeless, and extremely weak at the time.

To see them being handled so easily by brethren who arrived not too long before them—how could they not be fired up? How could they not want to take revenge by themselves?!

The very thought fired everyone up and the training got even more intense.

Day after day people trained. The average level of the territory shot up to level 5 that week. For soldiers, it was level 7.

Even Althea, who received solo assistance from her husband, became level 9 before the week ended.

She was currently going against a level 8 monster with reptilian skin and sharp claws. She was visibly much more relaxed now than when she handled a monster a lower level before.

This showed her exemplary growth at this time.

Garan had barely weakened the monster beforehand. Of course, he did send ice walls to guard her as needed, but in terms of damage to the monster, it was basically all Althea.

Althea narrowly avoided the monster’s sharp claws, rolling on the ground, and quickly regained her balance. She took advantage of its lagging movements due to its injuries and pulled out her improved katana, slicing the area under its neck—its weakness.

[Killed! Madara (Lv8): +220 Experience, +220 Copper]

Althea heaved a deep breath but remained alert and standing. Garan walked over, congratulating his wife for another clean kill—her tenth so far for the day—but her body was still tense, looking around for more enemies.

The man looked at her, "It’s time to rest."

"No, one more," she said, and there was no room for discussion.

Garan sighed, heartbroken.

But what could he do? He could only follow his wife’s wishes.

…