After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 83

More and more people dealt with real estate, and Baron was rushing to get hands on it.

"Got it!" He yelled as he bought another property. "Why is there a purchase limit for the commercial areas though?"

Angelo looked over his panel and pointed at a text. "Didn’t you see the number? There’s only ten at most per building type."

"Eyyy…" Baron mumbled, disappointed. However, this wasn’t bad, as he shouldn’t be putting all his eggs in one basket, anyway.

"Anyway, 3 months is waived, I will start my business now!"

More and more people arrived at the Village Center and more and more pings and cha-chings sounded in her ears.

She frowned, as much as she liked the sound, it was much too distracting. She changed the notifications and now allowed for money-related things 50 gold or above.

As she perused the panel, she saw that Sheila and Harold had bought one commercial building each using Baron’s payment.

This was because she had insisted for them to keep the reward, as they deserved it, and she would just receive the profit sharing she deserved.

In less than 10 minutes, all ten commercial spaces have either been bought or rented out.

She pondered whether to build a few more but stopped herself, recalling the pitiful state of her stocked resource.

As a hoarder, she could not stomach emptying her stocks. Her rule of thumb was that at least a third of the maximum capacity was maintained.

So she decided to replenish her resources first before anything else. Anyway, the accommodation was just enough to serve hundreds of people.

Speaking of which…, when were the other people coming?

…

A few kilometers away from Altera.

The ones who ran after the fireworks the previous night were actually the minority.

Most people who had seen the fireworks the previous night simply couldn’t go out because of the darkness.

After all, how many people managed to bring flashlights or similar tools to their space?

However, they made sure to take note of the direction and headed there at daybreak.

Mathilda’s party was among these people.

Mathilda habitually placed her palms over each other, hovering just above her stomach.

Her sharp black eyes looked at her companions, studying if there was more to prepare.

There were two dozen of them remaining from the original hundred, and they came from three different cities in Terran.

When everyone had packed up and prepared, they looked at Mathilda, waiting for her instructions.

"Go."

As such, the group began moving towards a direction.

Even if she was one of the oldest and weakest in the group, as a retired-but-acclaimed politician, everyone still respected her.

Not to mention she had saved a lot of lives with her planning and strategies. This gave her a lot of leverage and respect.

The group trekked for several minutes, makeshift weapons out and ready to fight.