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

Patte lost his virginity just as he entered puberty. He lost it to a maid assigned to him, as did plenty of noblemen. It was like a rite of passage, in a sense.

He had been addicted to sex since then.

Every night, he’d call in a maid or two to serve him. He would never miss a day. If he didn’t have required classes and training during the day, it was estimated he’d never leave his room.

After a few months, he would start to experiment a lot. He experienced various positions and various types of women. He especially liked it when women under him were much weaker than he was, making him feel even more powerful.

Of course, he could only do this to maids, prostitutes, and slaves. The commonfolk—and especially fellow nobles—could not be touched so blatantly unless they were hired to do so. After all, it might lower his father’s prestige.

Lords had a lot of power in their territory, but they were expected to provide some sort of protection to their citizens. For the most part, it was protection against the harsh realities outside the walls, but a certain standard was held within the walls as well.

This was particularly true for Towns and Cities, where the citizens had higher levels and higher standards. The nobles also held a bit more power, and there would be a lot more intricacies in the power play within the walls.

A Town was able to upgrade to its level for a reason. It was a combination of various factors, on top of its longer history than villages.

Generally speaking, it was impossible for a territory to gain enough prestige with only the Lord and his family in power.

There would be nobles who controlled some resources and nobles who could develop and hire specific talents. There could also be nobles who’d create forces that could eventually threaten the lord, and so on.

Developing a village to a town was a process that typically lasted decades and generations—it was inevitable for the Lord’s family to lose some of its hold during its development.

Even the commoners had a bit more control over their own lives. If they got angry with him or with the territory, they could just relocate to another town—maybe even a lower-tiered village.

Of course, the latter was the worst case scenario for most as it was a heavy hit on people’s pride to settle in a mere village.

In contrast, villagers had a lot less choice. It was very difficult for a villager to rise in level and in stature. They might not even be able to get far from the village alive, so Lords were practically omnipotent—as long as it was within their own territory, of course.

Patte learned these subtleties in his tutoring. His father hired quite a number of teachers to teach him history, literature, and the like. There was even an etiquette class, so he still knew what was the proper thing to do.

During the day, he had to maintain an image that would not shame his father.

It was suffocating. His core was dark and lustful in the end—how could he be comfortable living like this?

In response, his night time activities started getting harsher and harsher, and he became more and more greedy. Many women’s bodies were half-destroyed because of him, and they had to be taken out of commission to recover.

He didn’t really care, there were always replacement women, anyway.

However, his lust after other types of women—the commoners, the merchants’ daughters and their wives, and even nobles—became more and more prominent until it was too difficult to control.

For commoners, he’d get people to entice them with money, and it’d succeed more often than not. It was unlikely for women to reject the advances of men—especially of nobles—and he was ’kind’ enough to offer money, so they had no right to complain.

Eventually, though, he started getting greedy for more.

The noblewomen… looked very enticing. However, their families had positions and he was forced to tread lightly. Fortunately, as the heir of the Town, he got married to one in the end.

His father asked him to choose and he chose the most beautiful one.

And damn, she was beautiful!

Her name was Yayia, and he made sure to love her hard every night. He would fuck her for hours and hours until she could no longer scream—until she fainted.

Apparently too hard though, because one day, she just never woke up again.

He didn’t remarry again after that, and the other nobles didn’t seem like they wanted their daughters married to him, so he went back to his nobleless diet.

It wasn’t that these people cared for their daughters—they were just women in the end—but rather, it was because they were important resources these families invested time and money to.

Further, town nobles had a chance of marrying upwards—or so they hoped. In these noble’s minds, Patte—the sole heir of the Level 1 Basset Town—was not the highest goal they could achieve.

When he realized this, he was extremely angry. He beat up servants, ranting about what the use of being the lord if he couldn’t give his son what he wanted.

His father happened to be there, and his rants earned him a beating of his own. ”You’re too weak,” he said. ”Only the strong can demand from the strong.”

Everyone knew that strength was the most powerful thing in this world, so he aimed to become even stronger than his father. His father hired strongmen to train him, and he did work hard—with his motivation being to put everyone else underneath his feet.

However, after a few years of training, they realized… that his talent was limited. He started falling behind his peers.

Pulling commoners down was easy—those who tried to one-up him might even find themselves mysteriously disabled due to various accidents—but many of the others were nobles.

They had their own guards and servants watching over them, so he could not do much to them. He successfully schemed against some, pitting one against the other, but how far could that go? The level gap was still increasing.

He was not much of a talent in terms of strength, and he remained average in a town despite entering his 30s. No one spoke of it to his face, but he knew people were laughing at him. A lot of his father’s advisors were also sending him their daughters instead, asking to make new heirs because the one he had was useless.

He hated it, fuelling the anger inside even more.

Because of this, he started longing for villages—and the ’freedom’ they represented.

And that was what he did in the end.