After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 412

A/N: Dedicated to Lin-chan, my first castle-giver~! It took a while to find a place where I can squeeze your request but it’s finally here LOL.

Thanks for the castle Lin-chan~

(Guys, for LotusLin is also a writer~ If you’re into fantasy stories with gods, check hers out!)

Castler Request: "More Ansel and Fufi, please!"

Anyway, back to the story~

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"Eww, Fufi, don’t eat that! Just bite it, BITE it!" Ansel yelled as he pried the dog’s mouth open. When the dog finally did, the head of the gross poisonous-looking reptilian monster rolled down straight to Tom’s feet.

The big man turned pale immediately.

Fortunately, this time, he didn’t embarrass himself by vomiting the contents of his stomach.

Fufi and Ansel were now training near Bright Territory, along with a few others. He was helping out Tom, Artie, and Bruce with their levels. He arrived here with a couple of other soldiers and guards as part of the weekly routine of going to other territories, primarily to check if they had loved ones there.

Because Ansel’s family was already complete—the greatest subject of envy—he decided to ’give back’ to society, starting with helping out old friends level up.

"You’re really nice for doing this," Tom said, taking down a monster only a level lower than he was with a swipe of his large axe.

"Well, what are friends for," Ansel said with a smile. Tom was particularly in need of this because he wasn’t a guard like Artie or Bruno, who managed to get a slot with training with Garan’s team and, now, the aborigine hires.

He lived with them so he felt a little left out when he saw their levels shoot up while he leveled up very slowly.

Ansel offering to help was really heaven-sent.

"Thank you, I really owe you a lot."

Bruce and Artie tagged along and also thanked him a lot. Although they had the advantage of being guards, Ansel’s help allowed their slots to be given to newer guards who needed the training more.

They were quite ’patriotic’ in this way, believing the combined strength of the guards, and not just their own individual strength, mattered the most.

Ansel shrugged, "Well, it trains both of us too," he said, pointing at the dog who was now eating something though, fortunately, it looked like it was something from his space.

WOOF!

"So cute…" Tom chuckled and Fufi, who had heard that he was being complimented, felt goodwill to these people. He immediately stood up and ran towards them, making the ground shake a bit in his movements.

At this time Fufi was already level 8, and he was almost as tall on all fours as Ansel standing upright.

Although it didn’t bother Ansel at all, it made Tom drop a sweat. Who would feel calm when you see a car running straight at you?

"Who’s a good boiii!" Ansel cooed, rubbing the large dog’s head. The dog was obviously enjoying it as his tail was wagging fast enough to serve as a fan.

Ansel only rubbed his head and chin even more. "Who’s a goood boii? You areee, you areee!"

WOOF!

He laughed, taking out a few dried and flavored Gouji berries to place in the dog’s mouth as a treat. (He always had some in his space for Fufi’s treats—Fufi really liked it and Ansel liked how scary the dog looked when red juice dripped down his sharp teeth).

WOOF!

However, while the dog and man were ’flirting’ the dog suddenly froze and stood up, startling the others. He then growled, looking in a direction.

The four men naturally increased their guards until Ansel realized the footsteps weren’t monsters.

It was human’s.

"Hide," he mouthed and immediately the lot of them climbed up the tree.

Ansel and the others stopped breathing while they waited for the humans to pass. Soon they heard rustles of leaves and a large group of about ten people passed by, one of whom was even an Aborigine!

ba-dump, ba-dump

Ansel stopped breathing, afraid to be found. He wasn’t naive enough to think all humans were friends, let alone they were outnumbered and outpowered.

What if they were perverts and found him pretty?!

He shivered.

Clutter, Clutter…

The various tangents in his mind were interrupted by the slight sound near his head. Ansel blinked and stiffly turned his face to his side to look at the branch beside him. He almost fell down the branch when he realized that he was face to face with a bird.

Small birds like this weren’t actually that uncommon, but they were rarely seen. To survive in this world, they had to be extremely fast and almost invisible. They evolved not to make any sounds as well. In theory, they should communicate via another way. For example, like ultrasonic methods.