After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1053

Chapter 1053: Yassop and Yelena

Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA, cuz Patte. Not particularly graphic though! I won’t go down that rabbit hole again dunworry.

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Lord Yassop stood still, not leaving the array at all. Regardless of what happened, he must be there.

He wouldn’t be able to rest well, anyway.

The time for vengeance was near. How could he stay calm?

As he watched group after group enter the array, his mind couldn’t help but go to a distant past—when it was him who was leading fights like that.

He was the third generation of lords here, and it was his grandfather who had obtained the token by participating in fights to the death.

The Tournament of Valor—which occurred once every hundred years or so—was something only Cities, technically, participated in.

Arrays would appear outside of every city. By every city, it meant cities from all over the world—including other participating races that actually managed to build cities.

These arrays would lead to the host city, which varied every time. Some cities seemed to have a way to determine which was the next Host City, though no one could really tell for certain.

However, when certain mercenaries or towns were strong enough, they might also join in under the name of their Master City. That was the greatest honor people of their level could gain.

One of the many rewards given during this event was a set of Lord Tokens. The total amount released that century varied according to what the system judged was needed by the world. They were not a lot, however.

In any case, the Lord Token was the symbol of great power, so many men would do whatever it took to own one.

His grandfather was a mercenary of a well-known town East, and they joined under Warrior City. He was a bit of a power-hungry man—as most were—so he fought hard to earn a Lord Token.

He lost an eye and an arm, becoming an invalid, but at least he had the token with him.

However, he also knew that the mercenary team would want to take it away from him, so he ran as far as he could, though towards their West as the East was already Orc territory.

He established Yasof Village then, got married, and had his father. He raised the man to become a strict—almost brutal—overlord, which worked to keep the Village alive.

Further, even when his grandfather was weakened by the loss of an appendage, he was still a mercenary from a town in the end, so the mobs were not as much of a problem to them as it was to other villages. This caused their village to grow much faster than their neighbors, which was a great point of pride to them.

When he was born, he was also raised to be a harsh ruler. Since young, he was taught that only with fear could they hold everyone in line—even during wars when the rules were null. For a while, he believed in that and thought he’d be the same type of lord as his father.

Things changed with the birth of his daughter.

She was so pure and kind, and he knew being harsh to people would break her heart. Inexplicably, his style of ruling softened up a bit, and he was happy as well.

She was his only child, and probably the only one he’d ever have. It was difficult to procreate in this world, and—although his level wasn’t too high yet, only level 21—it was worse for him due to former war injuries he experienced after her birth.

He loved her to death. Although fellow lords and nobles mocked him for putting so much importance on a girl, he didn’t mind it at all. Rather, because he knew how women were treated here, he took the extra mile to protect her from that.

He just wanted her to be safe and happy, though this caused her to become incredibly naive.

His poor daughter…

She was not prepared for the monster that inexplicable came her way.

Yassop wasn’t in the Village at the time, as he was called to Basset Town to celebrate the lord’s birthday there. Similarly, Patte was also heading home, and his village just happened to be in the way.

According to the maids—who were also abused by Patte’s cronies—they were all taken right then and there in the forest. It was a horrible time, but no one could do anything.

Patte and the others were citizens from the Master Territory, and they would get heavy penalties for attacking them. They believed that Patte would not kill the women and, to them, that was already enough.

Even when the maids told them their identities in an attempt to make him stop, it only made Patte torture Yelena harder—as if she suddenly became even more attractive.

When it was over, he practically destroyed her body.

In Patte’s words, his Yelena was just so beautiful he couldn’t hold back. She should be honored.

He then remembered his father’s birthday was coming up and left unceremoniously—as if he didn’t just destroy a life.

When he returned home and found out about this, he went insane. He almost declared war against a Town—regardless of the consequences.

His people begged him to reconsider, and he was forced to cool down. His advisors and his wife told him they were simply committing suicide, and he’d just be killing his daughter who had already experienced a tragic fate—would he make it even worse?

Their lives were long, and it wouldn’t be too late to get revenge later. With time, they might actually be able to cause actual damage to those people.

Later, they faked his daughter’s death, claiming she died due to injuries—which wasn’t an unfamiliar occurence to Patte’s victims—and Patte no longer looked for her again.

Regardless, Yelena was no longer the same after that day—who would? She no longer had that bright smile, the innocence in her eyes was replaced with cynicism and darkness.

She shook in fear and anger at the sight of men—even with family, even with him. Then… they found out she was pregnant, they only felt despair.

Yelena even wanted to stab her stomach. They calmed her down and talked her out of it, though apparently not without taking away another part of her soul. She no longer spoke to them after that, and she lived like an empty shell.

Because of Patte’s violence, this would also be the only time she could have children, and she could not be too anxious if she wanted to survive. So they ended up keeping the child, but they were definitely not letting Basset Town know about it.

While most subsidiary lords would rejoice, Yassop didn’t want another connection with that accursed town. They had also lied before, which would make their lives—especially Yelena’s—even worse if they found out.

That was many years ago. The child was five years old now, and he had witnessed his mother try to kill herself many times.

Yelena had never tried to harm the child again, but she always looked at him in disgust and fear, causing him to have a quiet and somber personality. To this day, he hadn’t heard him say a word.

His heart was pained. For both of them.

All this time, he held on for the sake of the rest of his family and his people. But now… a territory might just put Basset in its place again!

How could he not take advantage?!