After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 417

"Don’t think you are already strong, don’t think that what you’re doing is enough—chances are, it wouldn’t be in the long term, especially when we finally upgrade to Town—an inevitable stage in the territory’s development.

"With me is our Elder for Military Affairs. As someone who had led the team for three months upon their arrival—without the advantage of a Protection Period—to tell you exactly what you will be up against."

Althea watched as Mathilda called Garan onto the stage.

Garan decided to take this opportunity to bring everyone in the loop about what they could face.

While the aborigines undoubtedly answered honestly when asked and the territory was never stingy with information, there were stark differences in their perspectives that their people may not have truly absorbed.

There might also be cases where the Aborgines simply didn’t think it needed to be said.

For instance, they might think of some dangers as common sense and didn’t think to make a warning. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

Primarily, aborigine territories. There were things and concepts they had been born with, which their Terrans would struggle to understand by instinct.

People generally knew about beast tides by now, and a lot of people had been privy to the existence of territorial wars.

However, not enough people understood the implications. For Alterans, the journey had been much smoother than others. For those who arrived early, they’d argue it was too smooth.

This was a double-edged sword. Even with all the warnings and training Altera implemented, these people would understandably be a bit complacent in their cores.

Garan and the others doubted they truly understood how weak they were against the outside world. Perhaps they ’knew’ they were weaker, but how much did they truly understand?

It was still the best to hear from the perspective of fellow Terrans.

Especially… they had already welcomed their first Aborigine guests. There would only be more. The ones they had now were friendly, sure, but it was only a matter of time before they welcomed hostile parties.

They had not forgotten Bart’s warning at all, and they could only prepare so much against unknown enemies.

While her eyes were on her husband, Althea looked at the current status of the territory, determining how much they still had to do in order to prepare for the inevitable conflicts with strong aborigine territories.

[TERRITORY STATS

Status: Level 3 Village

Area: 12,566,400 square meters

Residents: 1915 (503 permanent, 1412 temporary)

Total Population: 4324

Base Resources:

Wood: 12300/20000

Stone: 9200/15000

Money: 13731 Gold, 19699 Silver, 998699 copper

Reputation: 190

Buildings: Village Center (Lv3) , Weaponry Shop (Lv3), Defensive Wall (Lv5), Warehouse (Lv3), Farm (Lv2), Training Hall (Lv1), BathHouse (Lv1)

Bonus Building: Custom Buildingx2

Building Slots: 7/9 (+2)]

She also made a mental summary of the top levels in her territory, not including the aborigines.

Level 22: 1

Level 19: 4

Level 18: 8

Level 17: 2

Level 15: 1

Level 9: 8

Level 8: 78

Level 7: 315

Level 6: 843

"Just a bit more.." she mused, and their levels wouldn’t be too far from fellow villages.

Against towns though, they’d need a bit longer. She ought to determine ways to keep herself from upgrading until they were ready.

Her attention was brought back when she heard his familiar voice echo across the area.

Garan stood tall, gravitas keeping everyone’s apt attention on him. He was handsome, tall, firm, and very very intimidating.

The people were reminded what kind of man led the military strength of the territory. After all, when the public saw him, it was outside the barracks with Ms. Althea.

How approachable he was with her, how scary he was when he stood as a soldier.

"A lot of you already know my team and I have been struggling in this continent for a few months… and I am here to tell you what we will be facing next.

He told them the horrors of territory wars. While the population had been informed about its existence, it was never really detailed. The Aborigines saw it as a way of life already, not seeing much worth to tell.

"In wars, we will be going against fellow humans—intelligent creatures with similar features, walking on two feet, two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Unlike beasts, they had brains, strategies, and the accompanying sinister minds.

"It could be harsher because you may lose your life under the hands of your own kind—as if the monsters outside was not dangerous enough for them.

"They will aim to kill you, if not turn you into slaves. I’m sure you know that the losing territory would give up part of its population, all of whom would automatically be designated as slaves—humans with no will of their own."

"It could be once a month, once every few months if we’re lucky. But… if a territory is attractive it could be as often as twice in a month.

"Look around you, brethren, see what you have. Tell me: Is it—our Altera—not attractive?"

Silence.

No one could speak for a while, absorbing his words, the implications slowly dawning down on them.

Because Altera was, indeed, attractive—incredibly so—and they would definitely be attacked often.