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

Basset Town

Hours ticked by and the opening of the array approached. The Basset Town forces went into positions, waiting by the gates. The array would appear outside one of these places, and they just had to wait for which one to use.

Eagle, Tambay, and the others were also heading to their predetermined positions. They had done their best and hoped their plans would all work out, even if it was a little unlikely.

Quite a few things happened during this period, the most prominent of which was the Lord going berserk. He headed to where the forces were gathering, appearing haggard, eyes red in anger.

”INCREASE THE REWARDS FOR EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATES!” he bellowed, looking at each of the forces. ”ANYONE WHO KILLS AN ELDER WILL BE PROMOTED AND REWARDED 500 GOLD EACH!”

This naturally caused an explosion of excited murmurs. Almost all of the forces within the level cap would be joining the war, and they were all energized with this announcement.

He then turned to look at the Rongo Mercenary team—all of whom would be participating in the war, including its Level 39 Leader, Vara.

”I WANT AS MUCH DAMAGE AS POSSIBLE,” he said. ”FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!!!”

If he was within the level cap, it was estimated the Lord would even go himself. But, for now, he’d probably send more people.

The Alterrans knew his sudden loss of cool had to do with his only son. The Lord naturally didn’t say this, because others knowing he had no heir would not be a good thing for him.

Alterra likely had taken this into consideration so they didn’t worry for it any more than they already were. Instead, they were looking at the positive aspects of this change.

This meant that there would be fewer people left behind.

While waiting for the others to arrive, Eagle forwarded the plan to the others, assigning them in convenient—but relatively safe—spots around the warehouses and the like.

Eagle looked at his companions, who were seriously taking note. They seemed really somber, and Eagle couldn’t help but reiterate:

”Again, no matter what, your safety is priority,” he said. ”This is Alterra’s Wish.”

The men’s furrowed eyebrows and tense bodies softened a bit at the reminder.

”Before I forget,” Eagle said, just before they adjourned. ”I received this along with the parcel yesterday,” he said, handing each person a protection charm. ”The territory gives us one, each.”

After many months, Reddit had trained slightly bigger birds, which could now carry small items. He received the items some kilometers away from the walls of Basset Town, and saw some interesting things in the parcel.

Of course, at this level, the effectiveness was far less than before. If they went against a level 40, for instance, the token would only work twice or even once, depending on the enemy’s skill and strength.

Regardless, this was an extra life and Mauru and the others couldn’t help but feel touched. Which other territory prioritizes its peoples’ lives like this—not caring about the costs and losses?

Anyway, the men said their goodbyes to the others as they headed out, leaving Eagle there alone with a few people.

Seeing as most of their allies had left, Eagle looked at the remaining token on his hand, finally showing some anxiety on his face.

”Where’s Chris?”

…

Inside the Lord’s Palace

At this time, a certain Wind elementalist was tightly strapped in the chair, bleeding heavily.

Chris was shivering, and he could feel his body entering shock soon.

A few hours ago

Bang!

Thud!

Chris coughed as he was kicked around. His arms were then lifted by two guards—each of one at least level 30—and they shoved him back to the chair.

These two guards were the primary reason why Chris could only stay still. Not to mention, they were also in a closed room with limited air. How much ability could he use?

In any case, Chris raised his head, his strong eyes fixed on the bastard causing him pain.

Fargo.

He now lacked a leg and an arm, though.

Fargo’s eyes reddened when he saw where Chris was looking. He raised his remaining arm and it fell on his face.

Smack!

Chris grimaced, though the defiance in his eyes remained untouched. Rather, Fargo felt like he was being mocked.

And he was.

”I guess losing a hand does make the other one weaker.”

Slap!

Fargo’s hand rested at the side, with blood dripping down. He was actually holding a small blade, and each slap was also equivalent to a slice. Sadly, they had a certain level difference between them so although he could wound the other man, it was never as deep as he wanted.

”How’d you find me?” Chris asked, and Fargo’s jaws clenched.

”Got lucky,” was all he said, before proceeding on beating him up again.

The Alterran had hidden himself very well, and even did subtle disguises that would’ve been impossible for aborigines to detect.

Sadly for him, Fargo—a fallen terrorist lord—had seen him.

It so happened that he was shared by Vara to some close friends with similar interests. During the abuse, he heard that Alterra was planning on banning Basset from gaining its products, except to some exceptional families.

It had been causing disgruntlement and a few brains to turn, but in his experienced eyes, he could tell that someone was subtly causing rifts between the families.

From there, he could surmise someone was gossiping. With the skills from his old life, Fargo managed to trace Chris after much work and resources.

After he told this information to Vara, however, he was pulled down.

Fargo’s stomach churned in disgust every time he thought about it.

To think that he—a man who grew up in power, feared by millions—was reduced to becoming… a prostitute!

Slap!

His slap was strong and it made Chris cough a little blood. He was kept in position by the two guards behind him, and Fargo sent him a barrage of attacks, chipping away his skin and his remaining defense.

Eventually, the guards felt bored, staring at Fargo as if he was a child that was taking too long to be satisfied.

”We have to leave soon. Hurry up,” they said. Their tones were arrogant, and it was obvious that, despite them humoring Fargo’s orders, they looked down on him.

Fargo knew this, but what could he do?!

He could only glare at the only person he could actually beat up. He raised his sword. ”Well, see for yourself how much ’weaker’ you’d get losing an appendage.”

Slash!

.

So now, Chris was now lacking a leg. He just woke up after being hit by the guards. He woke up already lost a lot of blood, not knowing how long he had been out.

He quickly angled his legs to minimize the bleeding, using his own weight to stop it.

However, the pain was overwhelming, and his body was greatly weakened by the loss of blood. He did not dare use his ability, knowing it’d exacerbate things.

Chris’ sight blurred, and he felt his consciousness slipping. Despite everything though, the first thought that came to mind was the woman he’d be leaving behind.

She was so excited to wear that wedding dress of hers…

”I’m sorry… Aditi…”

Looks like I won’t be able to see you in it.

And his vision turned black.