After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 408

Khlack Village

Khlack village was a village about 35 miles from Southwest from Belluga. On foot, the trek would take at least 15 hours of travel. If he sprinted, at his level, it would take about 7 or 8 hours but that would be in exchange for a lot of his health which made it a non-option.

But with his bike…, the travel comfortably took less than ten, and he saw minimal reductions to his stamina.

He admired the contraption and praised the ingenious minds of Altera.

But he saw that the so-called rubber was already dirty and already showing signs of wear. In the end, he decided not to use it anymore going forward.

It was too novel and eye-catching to use outside anyway.

He sighed and collapsed it again as per Ansel’s instruction, but much more carefully than necessary, afraid it’d break with one wrong move.

Oslo continued to walk a couple more kilometres (killing a small mob by the way) and, eventually got past the dense forest to a level 2 wall.

The wall was not in good shape. It was a wall that had holes and parts where the stone was falling down. There were too many areas that hadn’t been repaired.

It didn’t look like a reliable wall from the outside. What’s more, he could see the guards napping a bit from where he was. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Oslo sighed, walking forward past the threshold.

[Welcome to Khlack Village. Please pay 25 copper for the visitor fee.]

His eyes twitched as he went past the gate. He still paid the 25 copper, of course.

This was actually the standard entry fee for villages, but now he just thought they were ripping people off.

He entered the village and to a street just fit for a human-pulled cart. He walked around and looked, seeing the dilapidated houses and unkempt people walking around.

Many of the buildings were also in poor condition. Some were due to wear and tear, while others were damaged by the occasional monster that got past the fence.

The streets were also incredibly dirty—filled with dirt, mud, and feces.

It was now that he got a whiff of the stench (as the smell was going downwind prior) and he almost vomited.

"What!!" He gasped, ignoring the looks of the people around. Some were admiring his noble air, while some just looked at him weirdly.

It was only now that he recalled that this was how villages really looked.

Oslo pursed his lips in bafflement.

How long had he been to Altera? Why did it feel like he was in a different world altogether??

…

"Ah, and I thought my upbringing spoiled me," Oslo said after a while of adjusting.

The houses were plain and uncomfortable, the shops were purchased as it was, and the walls were level 2 and unrepaired and would probably only be able to handle a level 5 mob for an hour.

Obviously also a village, but he couldn’t help but show distaste—even more when he had just been ’demoted’ from a city.

He couldn’t imagine—how would it be if he had been hired by a village other than Altera? Granted, villages who could afford to upgrade their Village Center were indeed better off than this, but it was probably not by much.

He cringed, not daring to imagine the suffering.

In any case, he was really tired after being unable to rest properly in Belluga. After a thought, he (reluctantly) decided to rent a house for a shut-eye.

He walked through the narrow stone streets in search of a decent place to rent. He ignored the inquiring gazes of the people. How could he not feel how they looked at him and his ample packages, in particular, with great interest?

He decided it was less troublesome to just find out more about the territory by himself, rather than to ask any of these people.

However, at least for now, no one stepped forward to bully. Although plenty of people had odd hair color, his bearing made it obvious that he was a natural high-born.

He eventually found a small bungalow to rest for a few silver. It was just a square with the only separate room as the standard bathroom. This bathroom was, naturally, the one with a hole on the floor.

He already missed his nice porcelain seat where he read a small handbook of architectural notes he had while waiting for his stomach to cleanse itself. He also bought some perfume from the lord as well, so even when he was doing business, the stench wasn’t so bad either.

He sighed, realizing he had truly been spoiled.

Anyway, Oslo walked to the only furniture there: a bed. It was wooden and could fit just one person comfortably. There was no cushion at all, and it was hard and uncomfortable to even sit on. There were even splinters here and there, making him suffer more.

Fortunately, he had some blankets from Altera. While he couldn’t get those comforters (it was very space-consuming), the blankets were enough to cover the particularly uncomfortable surfaces.

It was just that he had to cover his nose as he slept, for fear of not waking up due to the horrid smell that occasionally whiffed up to his area.