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

Prison.

Gochi’s ability lost its effect when they were already near the prison. When they did, it was only then when Gochi fainted them.

As for why he didn’t do it from the get-go, he was surprised to see his ability really working and wanted to see it. That said, he would feel if it lost the effect and therefore he was prepared to off them as needed.

The two were thrown like sacks in their cell, with several guards looking at the unconscious men in distaste.

”So they’re from Fargo, eh?” Drake said, and the two mentioned what they overheard.

”They are definitely suspicious,” Luis said, drinking his juice as he was still resting from that run to Bright. ”They’re here a month before they could attack us. They’re definitely planning on causing a lot of chaos like they did in Bright.”

The guards immediately made a face and kicked the damned spies until to vent.

They dare try to threaten Altera!

Pal! Bang! Pow!

The men were eventually jolted awake by the pain, making them pause.

”Ah, they’re awake now,” he said. The men flinched and tried to bite something, but realized they couldn’t, having sticks in their mouths.

The guard team learned quickly after that previous loss.

Gochi was a little confused. ”What is the stick for?”

”Spies sent by Fargo have special poisons hidden in their mouths. They were about to consume it to take their own lives.

Gochi was very surprised. He didn’t think of this! He looked guilty. If they had managed to bite while he was taking his time with them, then they’d have lost a lot of information! It was lucky they believed they could escape, otherwise they’d be dealing with corpses now.

”I apologize.”

”No, you already did very well,” Reno said, patting his shoulder. ”You may go back to your post. We will call you once we need you.”

”Yes, sir,” he said, heading out.

The soldiers and guards that remained watched the prisoners struggle to get out. The soldiers looked at each other, a sudden tension dawning on them.

”So… who’s gonna call the captain?” One asked, and another looked away.

”He carried sister-in-law back home…”

They paled at his words.

”Damn…”

The tension between them became palpable until someone immediately headed out the door.

”I… have something to do,” one said, disappearing from the room.

”Me too,” said another.

”Yes, me also.” And another.

The next thing Luis knew, he was alone with the suspects!

Luis’s eyes twitched.

Traitors!!

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While the couple really planned their intimacy to be very short—there were too many things to handle—they didn’t expect it to be cut so short.

So, when Garan was asked to go to prison, it was not surprising that he was oozing with a dark cold aura.

The two spies locked up in the Guard Station shivered for their lives as he approached, cold creeping down their feet.

Althea had come with him to the prison though, so he was still much milder than expected.

”You don’t have to come here,” Garan said, turning to her, his cold expression calming down. He looked a bit worried.

”I wanna see,” she said with a non-negotiable tone while crossing her arms. ”Don’t hold back.”

Seeing his wife stubborn like this, he had no choice but to torture them in front of her.

First, he froze their bodies. He also froze their mouths open as they yelled. All of a sudden, large metal needles as long as a palm appeared, stabbing their cheeks with it. A single move made a good patch of cheek skin fall off.

He skillfully avoided much of the splatter as he stepped back, considering the men yelled for their lives and a lot of their saliva splattered.

Gill walked over and looked at the displaced skin on the ground, using a stick to study it. ”They’re suicide pills.”

Eagle looked over and shook his head. ”To think people are so loyal to Fargo that they’d rather die…”

Gill shook his head. ”Not necessarily. These were surgically placed in them. If they took it out by force, it could’ve been activated.”

The only way to have it removed was like how the Captain did: taking it away with the flesh.

Garan’s azure eyes watched as the encased men who were looking at him with wide eyes. He raised his hand, which emitted some kind of smoke, except it was heavier than air, and crawled down instead.

Garan walked over to the men who were shivering both from cold, in pain, and in fear, placing his hand over their heads.

And the scream that followed would make it seem like they would vomit out their own intestines.

…

When Garan emerged from their temporary prison, the spies were basically half-dead—they were still shivering from cold and pain, and maybe a little insane—and they got quite a bit of information.

Althea watched this in interest. They were lucky that Garan was great a… interrogator, but what if the person was harder to crack?

These two were quite difficult already, and if it was done by others they might not have succeeded.

Although people could swear in the Territory Center, there would be plenty of cases like this one where it wouldn’t work. Except maybe if they forced the person to speak the exact words they needed, which was pretty much impossible to do for men who were willing to take their own lives to keep a secret.

This whole thing inspired her to experiment on another potion—something like a Truth Potion of sorts.

For example, chemicals like Oxytocin and Serotonin could be tapped, or she could create a formulation that would cause havoc in the prefrontal cortex.

Well, she added that to the long list of things to research in the Research Center.

Garan looked at the others and gestured for them to follow him to the meeting room in the Barracks area. It had been a couple of hours or so since they arrived, so they ought to have rested enough.

Garan’s face immediately morphed into a gentle smile as he walked toward his wife and stood in front of her. ”I’m sorry it took so long, they were a bit tough.”

Althea shook her head and took a clean handkerchief from her space, wiping a bit of blood that splashed on the side of his neck.

”You did very well, my love.”

She also made water balls for him to wash his hands, and they went to the meeting room while holding hands. Garan’s face was calm and happy, and no one would think he was coldly torturing two men an hour prior.

Micheal and Juno, after receiving some preliminary treatments, were also called in.

Garan stood in front of the room, looking at them with a dire face. ”It’s confirmed. Fargo will be attacking us next.”

”Let’s just kill him,” Sammy said, punching the air as if Fargo’s face was there. ”At worst, we’ll just take all his citizens.”

Many others agreed. ”Devils like that shouldn’t be walking on the same ground as us.”

Of course, there were some who were also reluctant with the plan. For instance, Eagle. ”That’s more than 10000 people…”

”Altera could take that easily.”

”It may not want to,” the man said, and Garan nodded at this.

As Micheal listened in, he suddenly recalled some talks of Fargo’s men. He was half dazed in pain, but he was fairly certain of it.

”I’m not sure if this is the time for it, but I recalled some information about Fargo Village.”

”What is it?”

”I heard they found large limestone deposits,” he said. He knew for a fact that Altera had been actively looking for limestone, promising higher contribution points for it.

This naturally caught everyone’s attention. ”What?”

Micheal shut his eyes, hands gripping his arm. ”They said that the slaves came just in time.”

”Damn them!” Luis yelled, and Sammy almost got some hair as he pulled out his own hair in annoyance.

”Shit!”

”Those bastards! How can they do this?!”

Oslo and Rowan looked at their reactions, and then at each other. ”This isn’t anything new in this world. Those enemies of yours just fit right in, ensuring their survival.”

But they flinched when the Terrans whipped their heads to look at them, ”Of course we know that! That doesn’t mean we won’t get annoyed.”

”A-Ah, I apologize.”

Althea frowned, feeling angry inside as well, but outside she remained impassive. Her continuous tapping on the table eventually echoed through the room, and one by one the arguing men stopped talking.

”That just gave another reason for this war,” she said, and the others stared at her.

Traditionally, wars happened as a fight for resources and, to be honest, Althea never imagined them waging war for it.

How funny life was sometimes.

She looked at Mathilda and then at Garan, who nodded in agreement.

It was Garan who spoke up, finalizing their next move.

”We will be attacking Fargo Village, instead.”