After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1702

Chapter 1702: More Breakthroughs

Menzon looked at everyone’s faces, seeing their excitement and their awe.

The last time he saw this was when he awakened, coming from both family, friends, and strangers. He thought that he had finally ’made it’ and he didn’t have to remain a background character like everyone thought when they saw his plain, forgettable face.

He was slapped by reality within a year, and that nice thought was quickly wiped away when people saw what he was capable of making. I.e. none.

Now...the words felt genuine. Like he really deserved the praise.

What to do? His eyes were heating up and his nose was starting to feel runny.

Sniffle

"Hey, man, are you crying?"

"I’M NOT!"

"Eh..."

Althea smiled as she shook her head, just proceeding with studying the tool a bit more closely. She observed it from all sides and even had a ruler on hand. After a minute or so, she spoke up. "It is a slightly concaved mirror."

"Pardon?" Menzon asked, trying to recall the various science lessons he was forced to take along with many other aborigine researchers and scholars.

Every professional aborigine was taught some of the basic concepts in the Terrans’ world. It was enlightening, to say the least, and also admirable because of how generous they were.

Then he recalled his lessons. His lessons had a lot to do with light, waves, and particles as well as mirrors and its effects.

After a few pauses, he finally remembered what she was referring to. "Yes, Miss Althea," he said.

"Can you study creating a convex one?"

From what she could see, the current mirror increased the attack power because it focused the attack. It condensed more aether to reinforce what was thrown at it, and then threw back a slightly stronger attack in turn.

Although focused attacks were good, it was nice to have more Area of Effect attacks, even if it reduced the damage per shot. This was especially useful if one did not have such an attack or if they simply wanted to damage more enemies, in contrast to killing them.

Which, technically, was what they always wanted in wars when facing slaves.

Menzon could not answer immediately. He somewhat understood her request; it was just that he wasn’t entirely certain how to do it.

Although it may look simple, as simply changing the shape of the mirror, the process itself wasn’t. The inheritance he received only told him how to do the former, and that took him years to understand.

Rather, if he hadn’t been in Alterra and the skill hadn’t been studied by the people here, he really doubted he’d ever have made a breakthrough at all.

It was really amazing. They watched him try his inheritance for weeks, and they determined where the lapses were and had theories on how to make things work.

But this request...he did not have an inheritance. How was he supposed to start? Would he disappoint them? Would their treatment become less warm?

The insecurities were obvious with how pale he got, and the Alterrans could only look at each other. Menzon did not notice this, though. He was simply sinking into his own scared state.

"Don’t worry, we will help you. We always will," Lady Althea’s warm voice pulled him out.

He lifted his head and met her emerald eyes, and it seemed he was able to read his thoughts. Then he saw the other comrades next to her, and there was no hint of distaste or disappointment in their eyes.

Then flashes of the various memories he made here passed by his head, and the times he spent with these people.

He was reminded of how they met, how they helped him unconditionally, and how they celebrated every little win he had. Suddenly, he felt ashamed.

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