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

Misha had never thought she would ever encounter a 'free' Terran again, not after a long time.

She couldn't believe her eyes at first.

After all, for the past several months, for as long as she had stayed here, all the Terrans she had met were captured slaves.

Many would be in horrible, abused conditions, while the rest were trained relentlessly to become a war machine. Regardless, no one was in a good state, whether physically or mentally.

These were people who had known only freedom back in Terran, and now they were chained to the point that they could no longer control their own bodies.

Most still had a fight in their souls, at first. They had, after all, survived for so long after doing so much. They had survived a zombie apocalypse, the migration, strong monsters, and even more evil monsters with human skin.

But when they became slaves, they realized how powerless they were. At least before, even if they were weak, they could at least control their own bodies.

Now… they would not be able to talk if one random citizen asked them to shut up.

Their will to fight wore down in time, and eventually shattered—the pieces disappearing bit by bit as the days passed.

It was heartbreaking to see.

Women had it the worst. Here, because of the focus on strength and less on knowledge, its passing, and the like, the women's position here was extremely low.

One could imagine what they went through. Almost all of the women, except the 'unattractive' ones, were not safe. One of the very few exemptions was Misha.

This was because of her natural slipperiness—something trained from young—paired with the ability she awakened not long after she activated her element.

So it was not a small surprise when she saw a Terran—a woman no less—selling Terran products!

Even if she was crossdressing, Misha could tell it was a woman. She was now stationed on the market with a big smile on her face, making money off of the natives.

This was a Terran, no doubt about it. Not just by the products she was selling, but also because of her accent, her gestures, and the like.

An aborigine woman wouldn't be so comfortable making sales, and she also recognized some sales techniques used, too.

"Choose what you like, my Misha," Hesso said with a smile, and she returned with a beautiful smile before she kneeled down to study the items.

The closer she looked, the faster her heart beat. She was born into a rich family with good taste, so she knew a lot about products.

These were not made in Terran. Frankly, that made it even more remarkable!

If the item was not brought over from the previous world, then was it produced here?

Its quality was naturally not as streamlined as the ones created in Terran, where most goods were made in factories, but they worked well and looked good considering the resources.

Misha maintained a calm and gentle appearance, but inside she was shaken.

How? It's been only a year!

She had to find out more.

She looked at the woman on the ground in her stall, and then at the dark-haired man who was wearing a scarf that covered half his face.

"Master…" she said softly, touching the man's arms. Hesso was staring at the dark-haired man, feeling he was familiar, when he was distracted by Misha's soft hand.

His favorite scent wafted to his nose and he looked at the woman. "Can we go home now? I want to go to bed with Master."

Hesso gulped, looking deeply at her. He leaned down, but her hand found his mouth. "You know I only like it hidden, I don't want others to see me touched."

Hesso nodded slightly, indeed feeling possessive.

In his mind, the gorgeous and seductive image of her appeared and he did feel possessive—he didn't want anyone to see her like that!

Since he had been with Misha, no one else had interested him. So he sent many of the women, including his old favorite Sasha, to his uncle, who welcomed them well.

"Can you go back home and take a bath?"

The man gulped and nodded. She smiled. "Can you go first? I want to look pretty. These items can make me even prettier.

"You go wait in the bath, okay?"

The man smiled and kissed her cheek—she avoided the lips somehow—and he went past her back home. His guard followed him, naturally leaving the woman behind to buy her things.

Misha kneeled down, while the two salespeople stared at her.

Rowan looked deeply at the woman, his dyed eyebrows furrowed. Hesso was so obedient?

Something was wrong.

Misha looked around before turning back her attention to them. She looked at Silvia, speaking in their native tongue. "Can we talk? That guy won't be a bother for a while."

Silvia flinched and looked at her with wide eyes. So sure? That was Hesso, right? The arrogant heir to this town?

"Hmn," she said, though she went back to the local language before anyone noticed she used a different one.

Misha raised her arm as she held the lip balm. "I'm… so impressed by the quality of this product," she said vaguely, and Silvia instinctively raised her hand to touch it because it was being handed to her.

Misha looked at the girl in the eye and, as their hands touched, a particular scent emanated from her.

At this, Rowan's arm quickly went in between and cut their contact. Embracing Silvia with his free arm, he looked guardedly at Misha.

The scent stopped, but Rowan's hostility remained. However, Misha did not mind it.

In contrast, her lips twitched upwards, looking at the aborigine man being so protective of a Terran woman.

He looked at her with hostile eyes, prepared to attack as soon as she presented a threat to the crossdresser.

Misha did not know them, but—looking at this interaction—she trusted them already.