After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 2127

Chapter 2127: Garan’s Ascent

Garan took a deep, deep breath, reading her message. What was more depressing than not being able to reply?

However, he trusted his wife. He had long learned that being overly protective would not just annoy her, but also hinder her growth. So—even if it went against all his instincts—he chose to calm down and not go after her, focusing on self-preservation instead.

By the time he received her message, he was already near the col that Althea spoke of.

He had long emerged from his little cave, more or less recovered, and he went straight to where he encountered the berserk-but-injured bird at the time.

It had some internal injuries when he encountered it (which he later realized was caused by one of Althea’s bombs), and its flight was slow, so it couldn’t have gone far.

It wasn’t far from where he rested, and he climbed whenever he saw relatively easy inclines (i.e. areas with a positive slope, saving energy by climbing some areas), though he also had to deal with beasts here and there.

On the lower half of the leeside of this tall mountain, the wind wasn’t very strong, maybe even stagnant. This was why there were many more crawler monsters on this side compared to Althea’s side.

Without a bird taking Garan up, just finding and climbing to that mountain saddle would likely take him the whole day, if not more, especially considering the monsters on that side. Even if he avoided those he could, there were still some unavoidable fights.

By the time the wind died down, he was already traveling along the saddle. Several monsters immediately went to him, occupying his hands.

He was immediately surrounded, and he had no choice but to use quite a bit of mana to deal with the monsters around him.

A moment later, a dozen sharp ice spears appeared around him. They were reinforced by metals and covered with sharp aether, adding an extra penetrative effect to their damage.

They created a spinning shield around him, creating three-dimensional stabbing and slicing damage to the monsters that dared approach.

Slash, Stab, Squelch!

It was quite bloody.

Anyway, Garan was very focused on his task, and he was completely unaware that he was being watched as if he were the protagonist of a reality show.

Blink, blink, blink

Several dwarven eyes stared at the show with various expressions on their faces, mostly awe. They were watching a large crystal ball that was bigger than an adult dwarf.

It was a magic tool similar to the Eye of the other dwarven tribe, and because the sight they were watching was not too far away, they could watch it for a long time.

Right now, it was surrounded by gossipy dwarves, watching the changes in real time. Someone clapped his hands when a sharp ice spike entered a monster’s mouth, going straight through its skull.

"WAO! BRUTAL!"

"That was sharp!"

"I wonder if that ice can be shaped into a curved blade..."

They pretty much commented on everything he did. This was not limited to his attacks, but also his movements.

"Whoa! He climbed up tens of meters quite quickly!"

"He encountered a sharp overhang! Whoa! He jumped! He jumped! Cool!"

"Wow, that’s probably ten meters, at least!"

"Wuwuwuw I cannot even jump over two inches, la!"

Others commented on his appearance.

"He’s quite handsome and tall."

"Are you blind? He doesn’t even have a beard!"

"He has more muscles on his arm than my whole body..."

"That’s because you don’t build enough tools..."

"Splitbeard!" the dwarf cursed. "It’s called being quality focused!"

"My beard is very well-maintained!"

Anyway, they were very invested. This was especially so when more and more monsters converged, and Garan had no choice but to find a nook to hide in.

"I wonder if he’s alright?"

"I wonder if he’ll lose a finger."

And so on...

Then, when things calmed down a bit and some monsters lost interest, the human male would find an opening and rush out, and then handle whatever monster was still after him.

They watched for hours, non-stop, and barely even blinking. The fight between Garan and the monsters was quite thrilling; the dwarves’ eyes lit up every time his attacks connected.

They themselves were not gifted in combat, so this vicarious experience was very enjoyable to them.

"Gasp!"

"Amazing!"

"He really froze an entire area! Those annoying snakes fall so satisfyingly!"

"Yes! He took down two Spidraws!"

"So that is an elementalist..."

"Most humans are evil and would only hurt you—us, everyone. You can watch from afar, but contact is absolutely forbidden!

"The punishment will be the same as those of traitors. Do you understand?"

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