After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1782

Chapter 1782: Suspicious Groups

Immediately upon heading back to the territory, Althea sent a notice to every citizen in the territory, including those outside after paying for the extra costs. She did not care for the spies right now. As long as her people were safe, she did not mind them finding out they were already onto them.

[Suspicious groups of fighters have been sighted near the territory.]

[For everyone outside the territory: Return to the Town at once, please group together if you encounter people you know, and do not trust outsiders you are unfamiliar with.]

At this point, there were too many people and outsiders in the territory, so trying to be subtle was not possible.

"What?"

"Are we getting attacked?"

"We’re Level 2 now, damnit!"

"ARGH!"

"Darn, no wonder I’ve been feeling cold lately."

"Same! Shivering, I am!"

That said, while things really were a bit scary, the guests noticed that no one was really panicking at all.

There was definitely a sense of urgency palpable around.

For example, everyone who was just lounging around, eating, or playing immediately headed elsewhere, likely to do tasks for the territory.

But... the usual fear people had when they were about to enter a bloody war? There was barely any of that among the citizens. Only those who were very new and those guests from lower-ranked territories seemed to feel a bit more panicked.

Apprehension, maybe, but there was no one with a position panicking in terror at all. It was an interesting thing to see.

The queues to all the system shops, especially the Pharmacy, doubled in length and then tripled within an hour.

The weapons stores, system or not, were also filled up immediately, and there were also those who headed straight to forests, inside and outside the walls, to gather loose resources.

The open spaces next to the warehouse (they realized there was a large roofed area, too) would soon see small hills of loose resources, and some people would be assigned to throw them into the warehouse as needed.

Though no one could see what was inside the System warehouses, designated people could certainly place things in.

The newcomers couldn’t help but blink as everyone got to work as if they knew exactly what they had to do.

They wouldn’t have been surprised if they were guards, but everyone—even the children and teens—worked.

In some areas, it was a group of little kids, probably just around seven to ten years of age, and they all had large baskets hanging on their backs, heading to the parks.

There were some curious aborigines who approached them, handing them a few silvers for their time and information. "Where are you going?"

"Gather resources! We’re weak and would be hidden in wars, but we wanna collect stuff while we can! It also gives extra pocket money. The territory buys them for more during these times, you see."

Speaking of this, the kids and old people were given priority to gather in the forests within the walls.

If a capable adult was gathering resources in the inner walls, he’d better have a decent excuse (i.e., he was preparing to fight but decided to help out a bit with resources); otherwise, he’d probably be judged for taking away weak people’s opportunities.

There were also others who asked adults, relatively low-level ones, who were going around with haste.

"Oh, I’m off to buy more weapons and potions," he said, rubbing his arms. Darn, was he that scared, or was it just getting colder? "Seems like there will be a war, so we have to start preparing well." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

They blinked, looking at the guy who was no more than level 14. One of the aborigine’s companions remembered him, too. They remembered the guy was a waiter in one of the restaurants.

"Are you a fighter?"

"No, but I will join the fight," he said, and that was that.

...

Although they had Limestone Valley and Iron Mountains going on rotation, it had been a few months since they started that technique, and anyone with decent investigative skill would’ve figured out what they were doing.

This meant that people could capture the right time to make an attack, especially if she was distracted enough for a few seconds while they declared war. People just had to time it well, and whoever declared war first would be honored.

Whether Althea would be able to declare war via the satellite or the enemy would be able to declare war on Alterra first—only time would tell.

The next territory in line for an attack by their satellite was Suka Village, one of the nearby villages and one of the first to attack Terran villages back when the Protection Period ended.

They had lost to Diana Village before, thanks to Minko and the others’ assistance, before they ended up in Calma Village.

This territory seemed to have been making some noise again lately, and the team decided it was their turn to get weakened or overtaken.

However, it was safe to assume that the enemy was prepared to really go to war this time. This was not a surprise. They entered Hassen and Bleulle’s radars, so their strategists should not be underestimated.

She blinked when she felt something warm wrap around her, pulling her back to the present. She lifted her head and looked at her husband.

"You have been rubbing your arms for a while."

She paused and felt the air. She narrowed her eyes and she also looked at others, and saw that many were wearing long-sleeved shirts.

It wasn’t anything too drastic, even lesser when things got a bit cooler, when a clear sky became overcast with clouds.

It was just that she was wearing a thin, sleeveless shirt at this time, so she felt it a bit more than others.

She narrowed her eyes.

In Xeno, even the slightest abnormality was not to be ignored.

She turned her head to her husband, who seemed to have the same realization. "Do you think...?"

Garan nodded. "We’ll call the Meteorology group later."