After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 52

[STATS:

Name: Althea Witt

Age: 25

Level: 4 (1430/10000)

Life: 300/700

Spirit: 290/700 (-5%)

Physical: 105 (-5%) +40

Agility: 107 (-20%) +10

Defense: 74 +91

Mana: 500

Physical Potential: B

Mental potential: SS+

Skills:

Active: Elementary Appraisal (D), Perfect Aim (D), Quick Shot (D)

Passive: None

Elemental Affinity: Wood, Water, Earth

Titles: None

Overall rank: S

Current Status: Gestating: two life forms, weakened state ]

[WEALTH: 9,711 gold and 79267 silver, 15287 copper]

[EQUIPMENT:

Head: None

Ears: None

Body: Leather Jacket, cotton undergarments +2 Defense

Synthetic Vest +3 Defense

Rainbow Silk Undergarments (A). +80 Defense, +10 Agility, +50 Spirit

Arms: Arm Brace +1 Defense

Legs: Leather Pants +2 Defense

Hands: Bellagio Bow (B): +40 ATK

Leather Gloves +1 Defense

Feet: Leather Boots +2 Defense, +0 Agility ]

Althea took a good look at her beautiful stats, before returning to the present, to the hopeful sight of the river, even if it was a little far away.

She made a mental note of the location and, considering the terrain, she mused it would take another day to get there.

Also considering that they had already paid for the daily entrance fee to the Royal territory, she decided to defer the trip to the next day. She was rich, but she was not about to waste that precious silver.

She patted the dust and leaves that hang on her body. She climbed back down the trees, and headed back to her team…

…with eyes brighter than ever.

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Royal Territory.

In contrast with Althea’s lax attitude, her companions were very, very, edgy.

It had been four hours after dusk and there was no sign of Althea, leaving her team frantically walking to and fro in worry.

They knew her strength very well, the low-level monsters in this area were no match to her.

It was just that…

"What if she got poisoned again?"

They all froze and went pale at the thought.

The three of them couldn’t relax and ended up waiting outside the door. Sheila even awakened her unhygienic old bad habit of biting on her fingernails.

Fortunately, after another hour, a familiar silhouette finally came to view.