Frontier: Build a City with Millira

When I woke up, five escape pods had already crashed in the middle of a torrential downpour.

We were more than three thousand kilometers off course from our designated landing zone. There was me, an injured human; Miya, a Millira with a broken wing; and three Millians who kept working even after falling out of the sky.

There was no city, no reinforcements, and no System starter pack. Just twenty-seven days' worth of food, a few crates of supplies we'd managed to salvage, and a river that could sweep away everything we owned at any moment.

So the first thing we did wasn't save the world. It was build a roof that wouldn't leak.

Then we farmed, repaired the storehouse, and built a workshop. Before long, we had a granary, a market, a clinic, and a ferry crossing.

At first, we could barely keep five people alive. Later, caravans went out of their way to trade with us, patients came by boat for treatment, and refugees stood at the village entrance asking, "Do you... take people in here?"

But the more people came, the more troubles we faced.

When there's only enough food to save one side, who gets it? When only a few doses of life-saving medicine remain, how much should they cost? A merchant brings urgently needed supplies but wants to buy the river. Do we agree?

And that white-winged girl I carried back from the storm at the very beginning would always quietly remind me, whenever everyone was waiting for my decision, "You might not be right this time."

It was pretty annoying.

But later, someone really did ask me what was the one thing this city absolutely couldn't lose.

The granary couldn't be lost. The workshop couldn't be lost. The ferry crossing couldn't be lost.

As for Miya...

We'd better not lose her either.

After all, at first, we just wanted to find somewhere to survive.

But once more and more people started calling this place "home"...

We might as well make it into a real city.