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

Meanwhile, Mao's fight was still ongoing.

He created an earth wall around a portion of the park to separate them from the other fights around them. The bastard always targeted his team, distracting him, but with this, he could focus more.

His portion of the park was a mess. There were potholes everywhere, mountains of soil in others, and there was no tree or plant undamaged.

Mao wanted to swear he'd make this bastard fix this place. Anyway, unless they really had to kill someone—or if they determined that someone to be irrevocably unredeemable before they were investigated—then they had the prerogative to just capture them.

Anyway, after the war ended—unless they were not citizens of Basset Town—they'd likely become slaves anyway.

Of course, once they get captured and proved to be a threat, they'd likely kill them.

The earth aborigine gritted his teeth at him, starting to lose patience too. "I need to hurry up, I should be meeting up with Vara now," he mumbled under his breath, sending him rock after rock, which Mao would capture and send back.

The earth user still hasn't recovered from this technique. It was not easy to steal other earth users' rocks! If it was, then earth users could just throw a single rock at each other. Even if they did manage to steal, it would normally take a lot of concentration and energy and it wasn't practical to do!

Mao narrowed his eyes at him and continued to throw his boulders. "What makes you think you can escape? Aren't you stuck here with me?"

Mao then gulped another mana potion (which made the other man jealous, as his own was at the last batch), just before throwing another boulder.

"HEH. I choose not to escape! Your equipment and potions are attractive to me. That uniform, too!"

Mao sneered and threw him bullets made of his rocks.

[Rock Rain]

The enemy stomped his feet and created a wall, which he promptly pushed towards Mao. It seemed like a mini tsunami and Mao was forced back, and he ended up falling into a pothole, which ate most of his mass.

"Ooff!" he gasped because his stomach was protruding over the pothole and was hit by the sliding wall.

He quickly gathered himself, though. Taking advantage of the enemy thinking he had successfully imbalanced him, Mao used his chance to bury himself a bit more.

It was just that… because they had already displaced much of the soil in this area, he could only go so deep before they reached the bunker's concrete slab below.

So his stomach ended up creating a little bulge underneath the soil.

"..."

Anyway, he slid to a different direction and used [Earth Vibration] to determine the new setting.

However, the other person was an earth user too— and had been for much longer—so he did know a few skills. In the end, Mao was forced back up when he felt an earth spike approaching him from the side.

He heaved a deep breath and blasted himself into the air, controlling the soil he displaced to kick at his enemy.

He had to agree with that guy. This was taking too long.

To be honest, they rarely encountered aborigine elementalists this proficient in their elements. Usually, even if the elementalist had a higher level, they could level up the playing field with their own experiences, training, and Terran knowledge. However, it had probably been half an hour, and he was still dealing with a single enemy.

Mao gritted his teeth as he revealed a small ball from his space. It was his last one and he was reluctant to use it. Not to mention, the guy was nearly level 30. A village-level bomb had no chance of killing him.

There was also the risk that the enemy would notice there was an anomaly. He was an earth user too, and it could be like how he (Mao) realized that there was something wrong with Fargo's attack back when he used a bomb he stole to escape from them.

At the same time, if the aborigine didn't know what it was or what to look for, the anomaly might not register it at all.

And so, after covering it with soil, he used much of his remaining mana to make the small mountain of displaced soil at the side float up, aiming to surround the enemy.

"HEH! Haven't you tried this before?" The opponent yelled as he created his own earth shields that pushed back Mao's. "No matter how much you try—you won't get me!"

A few moments later, the soil of their combined attacks piled up around the aborigine, not noticing a suspicious rock had gotten inside.

BOOM!

It exploded inside the enclosed space, likely intensifying the damage even if just a bit.

Mao saw the cracks in the soil and used his ability to widen them with a few waves of his fists.

Inside was a smoking man, shivering and shaking from pain. As expected, it wasn't lethal, but that was enough.

And so, Mao tapped his feet on the soil, forcing the earth underneath to eat the man's legs.

He raised his fist and pummeled him in the face, making sure he didn't wake up for a long time after that.

…

Alterra General Hospital

Despite all their strategies, Alterrans were not invincible.

In the past few hours the war had been ongoing, there had been more than a hundred injuries brought in, many of whom were in critical condition.

In this place, the priority was not to block enemies or to land attacks, but to save lives and limbs.

"Tim! Tim!" Hana held on to Tim's hand as he was ushered towards the operating room.

"Miss Hana, we can't let you further in."

"A-Ah…" Hana reluctantly let go of Tim's cold hand, and watched as the door of the operating room closed. Only then did her legs finally give way.

She looked around. Other than the other injured people from their team, there was no one else waiting for Tim's recovery. Not even Tilda.

Hana pursed her lips, covering her wet eyes with her palm.

If Tim dies… she wondered if she'd follow him?

…

Inside the operating room were Volohov and a few assistants, including Raffy.

Raffy was actually still recovering from his own injuries, but he naturally could not just lay down when his skills could be of use. Even if half of his movements made his eyes twitch, he barely noticed anything.

He actually helped many people using his healing ability during the past hour alone.

His mana had been used up though, but it was fortunate that he could still help without it.

Raffy gulped as he positioned himself as one of the nurses for this operation. The room was really like the modern operation room—complete with its specialized lighting, tools, and even some of the equipment.

It was amazing how a facility could advance so quickly.

"Watch closely," Volohov told everyone, including him. Raffy nodded, aiming to learn as much as he could. He hoped that someday, he could save more lives in the future, too.

Not everyone could be like the Golds whose areas were practically impenetrable—nor could they be like the soldiers who could take on enemy Elites with brute force—but they believed Alterra also needed them.

They would do their parts—and they were determined to do it well!