After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 388

Bleulle City

Bleulle City, the famed City of Blu Powder, was as prosperous as always.

Guarded by the tallest eight-meter wall and watched over by intimidating sentries, the city was a testament to the civilization of this world.

The largest building—the City Hall—was seven-stories high, towering over the rest, as if watching over every citizen. It was a panoptic and omniscient presence in the city, and one way or another, people would always find themselves looking at it at least a few times a day.

Seen from above one, could see the various organic roads and the dense buildings.

Everywhere—every street, avenue, or corner—pulsed with life and activity. The markets were lively and the streets flowed continuously with people. Money flowed like water everywhere.

There were narrow winding alleyways that led to several charming squares for pedestrians. There were also plenty of avenues several yards wide, allowing for two beast carts to run side by side without bumping into each other.

In the middle of blocks and blocks of dense houses were patches of open spaces. At this time, as it was most of the time, these spaces were filled with stalls.

In the square, merchants haggled over the prices of various products. Whether it was the spices from Holt City, the salt taken from Sea Cities, or the clothes from the three Cloth Cities—they could all be found in the marketplace here, more or less all year round.

However, while the rest of the city was as lively as always, the atmosphere in one of the city’s largest mansions was quite somber.

It was a large mansion in the Blu’s most exclusive neighborhood, its grandeur only next to the city lord’s. Inside it, a good-looking middle-aged couple were gravely discussing their problem with the children.

Well, one to be exact.

Their youngest son, Oslo.

This all stemmed when pretty much every friend’s child his age had started new phases in their lives—while only a few got married and even fewer had children, nearly all of them had started massive ventures or businesses.

Whatever it was, there was something the parents of these young men and women bragged about! _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

What was their youngest son doing? Philandering!

Would be fine if there was a grandchild that popped out somewhere, but there was none!

It wasn’t that no one claimed to carry his child, it was just that they were easily discredited upon swearing oath in the City Center.

"I just… I don’t know what to do with that boy! It’s my fault! I spoiled him too much!" A beautiful red-headed woman said, fanning herself as if to cool herself down. It was as if the wind could blow the anger away—to no avail, of course.

"He’s already thirty and his level is still twenty!" She said, tone a little higher than her usual calm tone. "Do you know what my friends are saying?"

The man, a mature handsome man looking about in his late 40s, gently taking the fan and helping her out.

"You didn’t spoil him, wife. He’s just a deviant."

In this world where women were generally looked down upon, this interaction was considered incredibly rare.

The woman pouted, looking at her husband in annoyance. "So what if he’s a dual element! He could barely use anyone well!"

"At least he’s an architect," the man said, comforting his finicky wife. "Considering everything, having an occupation is really good enough."

"Architects only have value at Class C!" She told him, "When would he get to class C? In 50 years? 80?"

"We sent him to a village, where his level is considered top-notch." He told her, as if it was the answer to everything. The woman looked at her husband with cynical eyes.

"Would that really help?"

At this, the man’s expression turned a bit more serious. "Perhaps," he said. "But it could go two ways: Either he gets lax and starts thinking highly of himself, or…

"He’d realize how his able peers actually looked at him, and change."

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Altera

Inside the second floor of the newly-built Government Center, in one of the rooms dedicated to the construction team, a small group of professionals had been producing drawing after drawing for so many days, creating piles of paper at the side.

Fortunately, a few people were over-compulsive and organized these stacks as well as they could, otherwise, it could take hours for them to find whatever sheet they needed when they needed it.

It had been a week since Oslo called for a Knowledge Exchange with the Architects and professionals they called Engineers.