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

Guia Village

”The time for war has arrived!” Benjo yelled, yelling at the people who stood outside their walls.

He believed they were the strongest village there was. With their requirement to be guards was at least level 10, and there was more than a thousand of them.

He looked at the guards and fighters participating in the territory, the mercenaries, and other participating citizens believing that like every other war, they would destroy this one.

Other than the slaves, a lot of the people here came voluntarily.

In their minds, this was another fun money-making activity. In fact, when they received the territory announcement, they cheered.

Because wars meant loot, gold, and slaves!

They waited for the array to appear, already excited for their wins and the sufferings they would cause.

…

Alterra Village.

At this time, several aborigine guests and a few citizens were surrounded by guards.

First was Ramona, who had been eagerly waiting for the result of the war. To her surprise, a female guard approached, asking her to come with her.

”We’ll need you somewhere first, Ms. Ramona,” the female guard, Cassie, said. The guard held Ramona, gesturing to tie her up with their handcuffs.

”What?! No, let go of me!” she yelled, ”You can’t do this! This isn’t legal!”

”We’re just putting you under investigation,” she said, ”If you continue shouting I will yell the allegations back to you.”

She shut her mouth, guilty, but then when she realized her gaffe, she continued to reject. She was no match for the other woman, who was already level 10 herself.

Similarly, some other guests Baltimore left behind (that they knew of) were also being apprehended.

”What?! I’m a guest! How dare you!” The man yelled.

”What are your grounds for taking us away? We are guests! Do you want to be marked as an enemy of my territory?” another said.

”You have been caught causing chaos,” the guard said with a deadpan expression on his face. Unlike Treck, they were much more subtle in their discussions. Sometimes with each other in bars, but loud enough for many of the people to hear.

Too bad for them, not only were Alterrans generally loyal, but there was also the reporting system that gave Contribution Points.

The number of reports directed at them in the past few days… was staggering, to say the least.

They even got a few people stalking the elders, no doubt planning some evil shit.

More and more people got apprehended and those at the back realized there was no going back this time. However, they weren’t about to go down without a fight!

The anti-fighting rules by default only applied when a certain amount of damage had been created. They were planning on hitting a few people first and then getting kicked out of the territory—this was what they always did for territories that actually had rules.

The men looked at each other, sneered, and then lunged toward random passersby who looked like they could die (or at least very very seriously injured) from an attack.

To their surprise though, they hadn’t even hit the victims when their sights lit up and they found themselves surrounded by dense walls and metal.

”WHAT—”

”What? Where am I?”

He looked around and saw a familiar place, with some differences, but they knew a prison when they saw one.

It was just that, before, they were usually the ones sneering on the other side.

When did they have a formal prison? Wasn’t it just a manual-constructed one before?

Did they still have excess building slots?!

”LET US GO!”

”Oi!”

They continued to yell and bang against the cell walls, though all they heard were their companions doing the same elsewhere.

This was when they realized: They were transferred here even with just the attempt to hurt people. They were also led to specific holding cells!

Orcshit. How rich was this territory to have so many specific rules? What else didn’t they know?!

They continued punching and kicking the cell walls, though nothing happened. ”TSK.”

”This should only be a level 1 prison right?” A level one prison could only safely contain a level 20, it would have discounted effects and even allow for the possibility of escape if stronger prisoners were contained.

It so happened that a few people here were beyond the level cap, and someone was even at Level 20. Anyone this level from the Lord’s party would’ve been apprehended early, but they snuck in with merchants from a town so their levels were nothing too eye-catching.

What they didn’t know was that Garan and Althea adjusted the Prison according to the threats they’d face. It might only be a level 1 Prison, but…

Suddenly, the noisy ones were sprayed with some water. It startled them and they coughed when some of the water crept up their noses. ”What—”

They didn’t even have the time to absorb what was happening when they felt strong shocks that shook them to the core.

”GYAAAA!”

”What the heckkk!”

”AHHHH! MAKE IT STOP! AHHHH!”

It felt like they burned from the inside.

The shock and pain continued until they could no longer utter anything.

The others held the gates of their cells, wanting to know what made their strong companions scream like slaughtered Gugu birds.

”Oi! What did you do to them?!”

”OI! TELL US!”

At this, a handsome man who was holding some red thread walked forward, looking down at them. ”Shut up. Do you want to experience the same? That was only a few seconds. Imagine if we decide to use it more.”

He looked threatening and domineering. If any of his admirers were there, they’d squeal.

Anyway, the water was there to make it more painful, but it only had to be used because the prisoners were strong. The other ones were not even level 15. His electricity with the wires would be enough for them.

Those who were electrocuted were half dazed from the pain, the stronger ones were still able to move and had the mind to see what surrounded them.

They looked down and saw meshes of reddish metal on the floor. Leading to the outside.

Drake was there, electrocuting them as needed. Better was that the metal was copper, one of the best conductors of electricity. The water also had salt dissolved in it, making it more conductive to electricity.

The prisoners didn’t know any of this at this time. All they knew was that it sure hurt like heck!!