After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1524

Chapter 1524: Families and Homes (Part 1)

The next day.

While some were busy being young, some people from the older generation were happily settling down.

For example, there was William, one of the new arrivals. He was no longer a slave even by the system, with Harold buying their freedom.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t a little bitter with the differences—from being the gracious helper to the person being helped. After all, he was born with a silver spoon and had not known much hardship back in Terran.

He was fortunate his mother, bless her soul, was a gentle woman who taught them the value of various things that ultimately helped them grow out of being spoiled rotten from an early age.

Still, there was still a sense of superiority and arrogance in him, even if it wasn’t as deep and obvious as the others with the same stature in life and experiences.

He had always been the master, and Harold was a friend he helped out during hard times. Although he liked Harold as a person and appreciated his talent, helping him out so much also brought a sense of superiority.

While he liked Harold and was glad to help, he also felt proud at the fact that he was a good person, and that had felt good.

Now… the roles had been reversed, and he wondered if Harold had felt the same as he had back then.

They all knew that it was because Harold and Maya lived in his house that they were able to survive during the Terran days, find good allies, and live well in Xeno.

It felt bad and icky to feel like this, but at the same time, it also felt inevitable. Though his mind was grateful, he couldn’t help but remember how he—and especially his daughter—suffered unspeakable things for months in contrast.

However, he also knew how to appreciate the good people, and those slight imbalances were schooled and put aside every time he saw Harold and his gaze. Instead of arrogance or even pity, Harold showed how grateful he was.

At this, William was once again reminded of how extremely fortunate that he still had his daughter, and now they found someone who was supportive of them. This was more than what a vast majority of Terrans could even dream of.

They not only gave them a house and a good start, but they also freed them from slavery. If he continued nursing those shameful thoughts, then he didn’t deserve to live.

It was human to have the occasional unsavory thought. Continuing to nourish them and letting them take root was another matter altogether.

“This… this is really too much…” he said, whispering as people entered his new home and filled it up with furniture the first thing that morning.

Harold hired the Woodworkers to set up the place and even do some simple interior design. Because the units available in Alterra were relatively standard, the Woodworkers already had several options for each unit for clients to choose from.

Of course, customization was available, but were was naturally more expensive.

Anyway, before heading out last night, Harold showed them a binder of designs to choose from. They had no idea it would be implemented the very next day and all at Harold’s cost.

Harold smiled. “I owed you too much for the first fifty years of my life,” he said. “Let me have this. This is out of my selfishness.”

Let me support you for the next fifty.

William sniffed, getting even guiltier from the previous envious thoughts he had.

Meeting Harold’s clear eyes, William couldn’t help but embrace his own friend, tears shamelessly flowing down.

“Thank you…”

…

Another advanced-in-age person settling down was Rhanna, Rowan’s grandmother. Rowan had helped her settle in his house, and suffice it to say, Grandma made herself very comfortable.

Although they were assigned to Iron Mountains, as some of the first occupants of Alterra and were promoted early on, they were fortunate to be able to afford their own homes—especially good ones, too.

Silvia’s was a single detached unit shared with her brother (they each had a floor), while Rowan’s was his own, bought just before they got transferred. His grandmother naturally stayed there and he got the Woodworkers to fix her room in the ground floor.

They finished the job within the same day, adding furniture that old people seemed to love. Even the pattern of the cloth seemed to suit his grandmother’s tastes quite well.

As expected of the best in the business.

Anyway, the couple was still wondering what to do or whether they would request a transfer back (or if it would be approved in the first place), but at least grandma should stay in Alterra. That was the only way to feel reassured while they did their job.

They also bought her that rocking chair that old people seemed to be fond of. Now, grandma was sitting there and having tea, though she had opened up plenty of times that she hoped to start working.

Rhanna was very fond of cooking. While her food wasn’t too impressive for those who had been used to Alterran cuisine, her passion was there.

The couple looked at each other. Silvia was visiting them now, and she tended to spend her time with Rowan when they had free time. They didn’t have work for now and were just waiting for the transfer request.

Silvia chuckled and nodded, and Rowan turned to his grandma and kneeled down a bit so they were eye-level.

“I already enrolled grandma in the cooking and baking classes at the night school,” Rowan told her. Rhanna brightened at this. “Really?”

“Yes, grandma, you’d be able to learn new recipes.”

Last night, while they were eating at a random restaurant, grandma had mentioned how amazing that there were so many excellent restaurants in one place.

They then explained to her that there were many food businesses because many people could cook. Even if they couldn’t, they could take classes or go under apprenticeships.

Rhanna felt envious and apparently the children saw this and made a move as soon as they could.

Grandma smiled. “I’m glad to see you have been living well,” she said. To be able to do so much in such a short time meant influence and power. This made her very proud.

Rowan and Silvia chuckled and held a hand each. “Well, Grandma will also have a good life, and she will watch as we continue to build ours.”