After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1138: The Post Office Queue (Part 2)

The more pain she endured, the harder her heart got when it came to her family. She still sent them money, though she didn’t increase it even if her salary did.

Things changed when she finally gathered the courage she built up for years, telling them she wanted to stop and to let her go home. She even told her how difficult life was for her.

In response, they went on about her ill brother needing treatment money. If she stopped now, then he would die.

However, when she told them she had learned a lot from the City and could perhaps help heal him, they still refused to allow her back.

That was when she started to question things and sent a letter to an acquaintance there—she did not have friends—to ask how her brother was.

She made it seem like they had an argument and would prefer if she didn’t say anything, which would be unlikely because that person was also very low-key.

In the end, she found out he hadn’t been ill at all, but the three of them had been happily enjoying the fruits of her labor in the city.

For the next few years, she worked hard on her skills and on her connections. When she became well-connected enough, she then made deals with her clients to help her level up—at least until Level 20.

She sent one last bulk of money to her family, said her goodbye, pretended to take her life, and went to another chancery to get transferred to a Town.

The Chancery protected the identity of their applications well enough. Her family would not find out her status at all.

Her life took a turn for the better when she chose to get hired in only Level 1 Towns. She still kept some of her scars, but for the most part, she was treated with some respect as a level 20 healer.

She jumped from territory to territory. She thought it was aimless at first, but in retrospect she was probably looking for the perfect place for herself.

Then she went to Alterra, and she found no need to harm herself again. Even from that, Alterra had become a great place in her heart.

It must have been ten years since she last spoke with them and, until recently, she hadn’t really thought about them at all.

She touched her stomach. Due to the difficulty of procreation and survival, Filial Piety in this world was particularly important and believed to have heavy ties to karma.

She and Tom had been trying to get pregnant since they got married so many months ago, but there were no signs of movement at all.

Tom had been training hard to lower their level gap and increase their chances, too. He was so excited to have a child, and so did she.

Whenever the children would walk past them, their hearts would turn to mush.

While she knew there were so many factors including their level gap, she couldn’t help but feel superstitious. She then got checked with Cynthia and the other experts and she gave them the heavy news.

She was barren, her body irreparably damaged from years prior—during the stabbing.

Even if she leveled up many more times, the body could not heal what was no longer there.

She entered into a period of depression which was only kept at bay by her kind, kind, husband and friends. Growing up, she believed that a woman’s ability to bear children was their worth.

Even Bianca, who had been judged to have fertility issues back then, was slowly healing as she leveled up.

In contrast, what did she have?

With no hope left, she was left with superstition, which was why she was here.

She wondered… did she really not have a choice?

…

While Betty was having internal conflicts at the side, many other hired aborigines—some of whom had been with Alterra since its youth—were rushing in to send letters to home and their friends.

There was Houser,1 the woodworker aborigine, who had just finished his shift and rushed here to experience the new building. He had been planning on getting his wife and children here for a while. It was just that he needed to earn enough money for an escort service to his home village.

His small town was not near, and he might have to go to Ferrol to hire mercenaries too. Those folks were not cheap! While he could, technically, afford weaker ones, he would never risk his family’s life because he was being stingy.

They were a tiny Town, but they were still within Warrior City’s sphere of influence and there had been sightings of strong monsters heading to the City that passed near them. He was still young at the time, but that large monster’s ugly face was embedded in his mind.

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Fortunately, the signage business had been very popular and was still popular, so he had actually saved up a sizeable amount. Even if there weren’t as many new shops popping up in Alterra, the demand was still high for other territories!

Not far, Gauis and Tronie were sending letters in their own platforms. Gauis the Gardener had a son, in-laws, and a grandchild. However, they were several thousand kilometers Northwest of Alterra. He hoped to visit eventually, but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

For now, he just told them he could send letters directly from here so their correspondence would be much faster.

Still, how nice would it be if they could see the wonderful gardens in Alterra—the heavenly places he helped build!

They had been worried when they found out he was fired and even had to go to a small Village. How relieved would they be if they saw it themselves!

He had a feeling they didn’t believe him when he told them about Alterra!

"Now that Alterra’s a Town, maybe they’d believe me!" he said, watching the letter ’consumed’ by luminescent powder, disappearing after a blink.

A laugh sounded next to him. It was Tronie, the materials expert. "Well old man, if you didn’t excessively gush about Alterra, maybe they’d have believed you."

"But everything I said was true!"

"Yeah, but who would be able to imagine what you pictured?" he said, looking around at the Post Office which even had a chandelier.

"Alterra’s… the type of place that you just gotta see to believe."

Gauis blinked, shoulders slumping as he laughed. "That’s true," he said. "To see is to believe indeed."

Should he get an artist to make drawings so he could send them?

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