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

With the appearance of contacting the Elders and gaining their approval, both the Grandmaster Hoffen and Gregor were inducted as Alterra’s latest permanent residents!

Like this, Alterra now had three people—including Zaol Gold—who were beyond level 50! They also received the rest of the Golds, who were mostly past level 40.

Now, all of these people had become permanent residents of Alterra.

In such a short time, Alterra’s average level shot up and she felt a bit imbalanced.

She… never really expected this. She felt really lucky.

Later, when she told this to her husband, he’d only pat her head. ”This is a mere effect of all the good things you did and created,” he would say. ”You deserve everything that is coming your way.”

They naturally didn’t publicize the fact that Hoffen was here, of course. Even if there was a small chance someone would recognize him, it likely wouldn’t spread so soon because people wouldn’t believe it.

As for the Golds, it seemed like they had their own plans. However, she believed that even when Bleumrick found out, what he could do would be limited by the rules of the system as well as the various preventive methods they’d employ.

After the registration, the Golds met with them outside of the Center. They decided to have an early dinner together in Cooke’s Premier restaurant. It was also a celebration of everyone’s change of residencies.

After that, Hoffen forced Althea to go home and study the scroll.

It wasn’t that Althea forgot about it—how could she?

However, seeing him so confident, she knew it would take a lot of her time. She’d definitely be locked up in her lab for a while, so she’d rather prepare a few things before diving in.

When she arrived home, they were eating dinner. The two babies were on their high chairs, and they simultaneously turned at the sound of the door.

”Mwama! Mwamaaa!” they yelled—their pacifiers falling on their trays—and tried to stand up on their chair.

Her feet hurried to head to them, kissing both their soft faces so they behaved.

”Were you good babies?” she asked.

”Ywesss! Peppah vewy gwood!”

”Mweatbowl twoo!!”

They all giggled, and she sat down with a smile. Although she already ate, she’d accompany them all, anyway.

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Later that night, she said goodnight to everyone and warned them that she’d be going to another ’session’ soon. They knew what it meant and nodded, promising everything would be swell when she went out.

”I’ll leave the kids up to you,” she said, hugging her husband, who embraced her in return. They heard little footsteps approach, and they looked down to see their babies staring up at them with glistening round eyes.

They had apparently gone down their crib (the railings were practically just decoration now) and ran back to them.

”Peppaaa, Pepppaa!!” Baby Pepper yelled with her milky voice, extending her little hands upwards as if she could reach them. Her little brother saw this and also did the same.

She giggled and carried them both, showering them both with smooches. She placed them back to their respective cribs and patted their bums.

”Go to sleep now, children. I thought you wanted to grow tall?” she asked, and they bobbed their little heads in agreement.

”Don’t you know? Babies who don’t sleep stop growing.”

”Nwoooo!” Meatball yelled, eyes teary, while Pepper just pouted adorably with puffed cheeks.

Althea smiled. ”Then go to sleep and behave. Dream of your favorite food in dreamland,” she said, kissing Meatball’s forehead before turning to her baby girl. ”And dream of all the most wonderful dresses.”

”Goodnight, my children,” she said, her voice soft and lulling.

Unconsciously, she even used her wood element to create a peaceful and cozy atmosphere, causing the babies to fall into a lovely slumber.

…

After getting several kisses from her husband, Althea finally headed to her laboratory on the ground floor. She went straight to her comfortable office desk and ergonomic chair, opening the scroll with some expectations.

She was very careful as she opened the parchment. It was visibly aged and she made sure her palms didn’t have excess oil as she unrolled it slowly.

When she fully unfolded it on a flat, matte, surface, she began to study its contents. It had a lot of dense writing in it and Althea had to take her magnifying glass for ease of reading.

It was in Xenoan, of course, though it seemed to be written with the Xenoan equivalent of a Doctor’s writing. She struggled for the first few paragraphs until she memorized his writing and lettering style, so it was easier for her to decipher it.

The more she read, the more she leaned down the table, her eyes focused on the paper and her mind absorbing and in awe.

The skill was called [Elemental Integration] which was basically the skill of integrating Elements into a potion!

Her eyes widened. This was amazing!

Of course, the skill description alone was very vague. However, it was obvious that Hoffen had spent years studying it, and she was just there to see what he had come up with so far.

Apparently, the skill used the power of the elements to create liquid of certain effects.

For example, if she was a fire elementalist (which she wasn’t), she could create a potion that could bring warmth. Or she could make a liquid that functioned similar to oil.

As a water and wood elementalist, she could create vitality and healing potions as well, though how different it would be from what they already had still remained to be seen.

Earth and wood could also create special types of fertilizers far superior to what they were currently using.

It could also create potions that could increase the resistance to a particular element!

No, more than that.

Althea, after reading Hoffen’s various notes, doodles, and theories, also came up with a few ideas.

Perhaps she could use the skill to create a ’concentration’ of the elements in liquid form.

This meant that—in theory—she could draw arrays with the potion as the ink!

She gulped, straightening up her back and massaging it. She felt a bit stiff and—considering she was already level 17—this meant that she had been leaning down like that for hours.

She took out a few snacks and gulped her favorite juice before cleaning her hands again, eyes barely leaving the old parchment in front of her.

This would definitely take a while.