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

Voumi Town

It had been several months since the Terran slaves of Voumi Town had been caught. Since then, about a few hundred people perished, a lot of whom died during the Heat Wave.

At this time, Gurnam was looking out their quarters. Fortunately, while still inhibiting and disgusting compared to life back in Terran, it was not the pigsty anymore.

When the lord realized they were elementalists, he moved the awakened ones to a new place, and also moved the weaker ones to a slightly better dormitory.

If this didn’t happen, it was estimated that a lot more of them would’ve died from the heat wave.

Gurnam looked in the direction of East in deep thought, feeling extremely worried. He then looked down the windows and saw dozens of guards approaching, no doubt to round them up.

Sarah, who now had a healing scar on her face, walked over to him. She also saw what was happening on the lower floors, and couldn’t help but look worried.

”What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Gurnam could not even fake a reassuring smile like he usually did; He felt too heavy. ”I overheard something earlier.”

For the servants that were near the masters, they would be ordered to keep their mouths shut for anything discussed. However, Gurnam was not a slave. Unlike them, he could actually talk about what he heard.

Earlier that day, during their harsh training sessions, he ended up near the guards who were chatting about an upcoming war.

Gurnam heaved a deep breath before answering Sarah. ”They’re sending us to assist Inko Village in the war.”

”What?” Sarah exclaimed. ”I thought we wouldn’t be cannon fodders after they found out we’re elementalists!”

”Yes, but the enemy is apparently strong, so they’re sending some of us to help out.”

Since these people found out they were elementalists, they were naturally not wasted on menial work. Rather, they were all pulled aside for harsh training that would end up killing a lot of the low-leveled ones.

Now… they would put all that training to use—in a war against their own brethren.

His jaw clenched and closed his eyes. ”We’re fighting… a Terran territory.”

He could still hear those bastards mocking him. When he was eavesdropping, it wasn’t like the guards couldn’t see him there at all. Rather, they enjoyed his look of horror.

Slaves would still show their internal thoughts on their faces, which was even more fun to these sadists.

To them, seeing someone die inside—because they were compelled to do something so intensely against their will—was probably quite amusing.

He remembered their sly smiles as they looked at him with vindictiveness. ”Did you hear? We’re targeting a village similar to yours—one with lots of elementalists.

”You’re one of those fire users, right?

”What would it feel like to burn your former brethren?” they asked, their eyes filled with mirth. ”To watch them turn to ashes?”

Gurnam had to use all of his self-control not to punch them.

”Anyway, be happy, we’re getting more of you here, and you’re going to be a part of that.”

”Those bastards…” Sarah whispered, eyes a bit teary at what they’d soon be facing.

She was an archer herself and she had very, very, good accuracy. Would she have to take down fellow Terrans? Worse, what if she actually knew those people?

Even if they were asked to keep them alive, they’d just be helping these monsters give other people the horrible life they were living.

It felt horrible.

Gurnam wrapped his arms around her, patting her back. Poverty and hunger were fine, but having no control over your own body like this was the most taxing thing in this situation. He himself felt his lifespan gets reduced from the stress, he could not imagine what it was like for the actual ’slaves’.

”I wish there was something we can d—”

Before they could discuss any more, however, orders from the nearest guard resounded.

Immediately, Sarah’s mouth shut as she turned, heading towards the stairs.

Gurnam gritted his teeth, but followed as if he was also controlled.

Slaves were part of the Population list, and so was he, a typical visitor, so the lord didn’t see anomalies in him at all. They had been treating him as a normal slave all this time, but there were too many times he almost slipped when he saw his people being tortured.

However, he knew he was no help caught, so he just gritted his teeth and hoped they survived the ordeal.

He went down without much emotion on his face, following Sarah’s lead. In a Town, the lighting was sufficient and there were some torches in the dim stairways to prevent accidents.

Soon they arrived at the quadrangle of their dormitories, more and more slaves and guards congregating there with various expressions on their faces.

Making a rough estimate, there should be a few thousand Terran slaves there already.

The person in the middle was Mafo, the Lord of Voumi Town, though it had only been a few decades since he took over the territory. In any case, the man had reached level 40 before reaching 60 years old, which was very impressive for a Town.

Next to the Lord was his painful-to-the-eye nephew, Hesso, who served as his (very loud) spokesperson.

”Listen up!” he yelled as he looked at the thousands of slaves in front of him, an evil smirk gracing his face. ”We will lend about a hundred of you bastards to Inko Village to join in their upcoming war.”

”We expect good performances! The lucky ones would get monetary rewards for every kill. If you kill hundreds, the lord may even consider giving you a choice to free one slave.”

This made several slaves brighten a bit, having no idea who they were up against. However, considering how desperate some people were, perhaps nothing would change even if they knew.

Gurnam gritted his teeth. Since they were elementalists and not exactly meat shields, the nobles did have some expectations of their strengths.

However, by making this promise, they turned this into a game—a game where they’d want to kill their own fellowmen!

How evil!