After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 45

The crowd gaped in disbelief as Althea and the others disappeared from sight.

"What!!"

"Hey!!"

"Are we running after them?" Sandra’s soft voice gritted in another girl’s ears.

"Pff! Who needs them!" Peacock-woman, with the given name of Ramona, said using that high-pitched voice of hers that she believed to be cute.

She then turned to look at Sandra condescendingly, "If we follow them won’t their heads float up the sky?!"

At this time the suitors of the two only women in the group agreed, so half of the group voted not to follow.

To further make their point, they decidedly chose a slightly different direction just to prove they weren’t following them on purpose.

After several minutes, about a kilometer away, Althea stopped running and they waited for Harold to catch up.

When he finally caught up with the girls, he gasped to take in oxygen.

"Are we… not running anymore?"

"No, it’s fine now. If they catch up, it’s their ability." Besides, they probably wouldn’t follow for the sake of face.

Now that they realized the pattern that monsters here were weaker and sparser, they should gain more confidence to deal with them by themselves.

Althea didn’t want parasites in her team, anyway.

She handed over some insect-repellant to Harold and Maya so they could go unbothered by these things like Sheila and them.

Then she looked at Harold, looking at him all out of breath from that little sprint. "You should train more. You’re still level one?"

Harold blushed in shame, but nodded anyway. He looked furtively at Sheila. It seemed even the meek (occasionally rabid) woman was already Level 2?

Sheila felt somewhat guilty for inexplicably emasculating someone’s dad. "Don’t worry, I only got to level 2 so quickly because Althea assisted me in kills. I would have died a long time ago."

Harold paused and looked at Althea with a bit of hope, then felt ashamed again for asking for help from a pregnant woman.

He did not expect, however, that he would open the topic on her own.

"If you teach us culinary arts well, I can help you and little Maya level up."

"You will help us…?" Harold repeated, unsure if he had heard correctly. "Really?"

Little Maya jumped up, her little head bobbling like those old wobbly heads placed in front of cars. "Me too?! I will also be a cool woman like my sister?!"

Althea giggled. "Yes, Maya, you will also be strong."

Sheila also found the little girl very cute and told her the story of how she met Althea and how she was trained.

The little girl looked at the two women in admiration, cutely nodding her head from time to time.

The peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long, however.

Before any sound came out, Fufi and Althea suddenly adopted their defensive stances, looking in a single direction full of guard.

She quickly took out her katana, and the others instinctively followed her lead.

’Grrrrrr’

Althea and the others soon heard rustle of leaves and low growls.

It was as if they wanted to be their whetstone.

The group placed their backs against each other, ready to fight anytime.

Harold and Sheila, though shaking a bit due to nervousness, tried to push down their fears.

Maya, on the other hand, was just excited. After all, in her mind, she was fighting to be as strong as cool sister.

Soon, the growling echoed all around them, glowing eyes appearing like ominous light that lit up one by one.

Both Althea and Sheila put on pinned lighting on their lapels for vision. Because of the two moons, fighting at night with this bit of lighting wasn’t a big problem for Althea, a particularly strong level 4. But a little lighting was still necessary for the others.

With the additional lighting, the image of the enemy became clearer for everyone.

’Croak–’

’Croak–’

’Croak–’

They were blue frog-like creatures as tall as their waists and had weird skin filled with warts that would give people with trypophobia a nightmare.

However, they weren’t actually as scary as they looked. With her ability, Althea detected that the monsters were all on level one.

She relaxed her stance and decided to train the other three instead.

For Maya, she cut a few legs to make it easier for her to kill. The rest were all verbal assistance.

"Harold, you have to commit to an attack. You’re leaving yourself defenseless, even if it is just one moment. It’s enough to kill you."

"Yes!"

"Be careful of the pus! It’s definitely poisonous…"

"A-ah, understood!" Harold said, shivering at the sight of the pus that landed a few inches from his feet.