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

Piko wasn’t able to raise his bow again when he felt danger, he moved his head by instinct, barely avoiding a shot to the head.

!!!

”AHHH!” he yelled, shocked, and he ended up losing balance and falling to the ground where various scuffles was ongoing. He rolled around, avoiding some people, but still getting stepped on in the end.

A Guian man accidentally stepped on his feet and they both screamed in pain, Eagle took advantage of his imbalance to stab down—finally taking down one out of the three people he was fighting against.

He didn’t pause as he shielded himself from another attack and then stepped back to avoid another. At this time, Eagle was fighting against two level 17 fighters, one swordsman and another a spearman. It was obvious though, that they hadn’t activated the occupation yet considering they lacked the basic skills.

After being in Alterra for so long, he had forgotten triggering occupations was not that common. In Alterra, if you didn’t trigger an occupation—whether it was in fighting or a life skill or something else—it meant you didn’t work enough.

Of course, this wasn’t entirely true as many really took much longer than others to awaken despite working hard, but they would usually gather enough contribution points to either get to the library or use the training facilities, so it usually wasn’t impossible for everyone to awaken at some point.

Anyway, although Eagle was outnumbered, the enemies naturally had a hard time dealing with him, a swordsman with the wind element.

Eagle slashed his sword, willing the wind elements around to follow, targeting two at the same time. One managed to duck, but the other wasn’t able to react.

”Gah!!” one yelled as he received a direct slash of the wind blade, hit even before his spear could touch Eagle. Eagle jumped up, using his wind as a bolster.

He immediately slashed down, stabbing at the back of the person’s neck and finally killing him.

This was the same sight as many other places around them. Although they were outnumbered, the Alterrans were winning the protracted battles, not just due to skill but also by virtue of their seemingly endless supplies of equipment and tools!

Worse, when they ran out, they would head towards one of the archers on plateaus. They didn’t know how they passed resources around, but these people would drop bags of food, potions, and equipment every time!

Even if this was their home ground, this regeneration rate of resources was too much!!

Baltimore heaved deep breaths fighting against Garan. It had been a few hours, and both were still standing strong.

Despite their level differences, Garan was still managing extremely well against him.

It was very annoying.

This was the first time Baltimore had been so humiliated after so many years!

Inexplicably, he was reminded of the past.

He was born in a small town to a very poor woman who sold her body for favors—something not unusual for his neighborhood.

He grew up being bullied and humiliated, and he had to go outside and hunt at the early age of 10.

Despite the strong monsters in towns, because he couldn’t kill most of them, it took him another 8 years before he reached level 10. He awakened as an elementalist when he was thrown into a small monster mob simply because he was poor.

There were not many elementalists in that small town, and news reached the Lord’s ears.

He and his mother were called in, and they found out he was the lord’s illegitimate son!

He had received harsh training for the following years, and he was eventually sent to the master city to serve. There, he joined a deadly tournament to gain rights to a Lord Token.

He, who was in his early 30s at the time, became one of the youngest lords to receive a token.

The things he did to keep his position were many and immoral, but he thought it was worth it.

A little Alterra Villager couldn’t humiliate him like this!

”I’LL KILL YOU!” He gritted his teeth as he glared at Garan, who was similarly bloody. After a long game and many wounds, Baltimore had lost the regal cold image he had been maintaining as the Lord.

At this time, there was just a thought: He must take this man down!

Garan did not flinch under his barrage of attacks, skilfully blocking all of them. He looked him in the eye as they kept each other at bay. ”You can try.”

The two of them pushed the other in an attempt to imbalance, to completely tilt the battle in their direction, but the impasse remained.

Baltimore looked at how the other people were also struggling. Some of his men were even teaming up against one of the enemy’s—and they were still losing!

If the Alterrans finished their fights and went to help Garan, then he would stand no chance.

His dark eyes sharpened as he stared at the bleeding man with rare ice crystals floating around him.

”Where’s you buy those protection charms? It’s very useful.”

The other man didn’t give a response but just threw ice picks at him.

Baltimore avoided but the man behind him got stabbed instead.

It happened to be one of the four people Sammy was dealing with. ”Thanks, captain!”

Garan nodded and it made Baltimore even more annoyed.

Baltimore took out his remaining health and mana potions, and he saw Garan do the same.

How many did that man have?!

One of the reasons he had so much trouble was not only due to his skills. This man seemed to have an unlimited supply of healing potions and several protection charms.

Based on quality, those were Class E tools!

Class E tools were not at the same level or price as Class E Weapons available in the system stores!!

He was even eating some hard bread the whole time! Did they call it cookie?

The battle resumed to high intensity as soon as the two of them finished their consumables.

Clack!

Bang!

Slash!

Because of his ability, Baltimore—who specialized in long to mid range battling—struggled a bit when he was put in the battle fist-to-fist. Garan, on the other hand, could handle either method.

Garan covered the surroundings with ice, making several men slip. The Alterrans knew this technique so they were prepared, with wind users using their tornadoes to lift them—and several teammates—out.

In the meantime, the Guians around slipped down and fell, immediately attacked by their enemies. Like so, a good portion added to the lengthening list of casualties in Guia!

Baltimore’s eyes turned red.

They can’t lose!