After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1055

Chapter 1055: Yasof Slaves

A/N: Posting an extra chapter today guys! It’s my way of sending thanks to everyone for their support! We already vacillate between T1 and T2 GT Rank during the 1st week of the month, which is a good sign!

As always, for the following Sundays, I will post extra chaps (I’ll try three, though it depends on my day job xD) if the book is T1 that day!

Again, I can’t guarantee how many I’ll post in the end because… life… but I can guarantee I’ll do my best!

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Althea was very surprised that the war did not even last a few hours. She knew it wouldn’t last long, but… this was too easy, right?

At this time, she was in the medicine factory helping out with their stockpile. At some point, someone from the guard team went to fetch her, speaking of the standstill.

She was led to the section of the walls where the enemies were visible. Oslo made stairs for her and she gracefully climbed up, joining them in looking over to the enemies a bit more than 100 meters away.

Her husband was already there, crossed arms, and she stood next to him.

She looked at Oslo and Brenda, with the latter ready to check the performances of the new longbows. These were permanent additions to the battlement, and were placed at equidistant areas to reinforce the sentries.

They weren’t able to test them out this time, which seemed to disappoint a few people, judging by how they were pouting.

These war freaks…

Anyway, there were other people there as well, with some holding a new electric megaphone in their hands. These were the current top-of-the-line products from the research center and could reach more than a hundred meters on a clearing.

They must’ve done a bit more amplification now if the sound was clear past 100 meters of forest.

Anyway, they probably did a lot of threatening with it for the enemy to give up so quickly.

“How does surrendering work, anyway?” she asked.

If one was on the defense, she just assumed that the defending territory just wouldn’t guard against the entry of the enemies—eventually leading to their loss.

But what of the attacking territory? She thought that they would simply stop attacking and wait for the 28 hours to end, but apparently, there was a way to give up earlier. She didn’t think anyone would do it, either—especially within an hour of attacking.

She hadn’t encountered the situation before so she wasn’t entirely clear on the rules and subtleties involved there.

She did not expect to receive the familiar ding before anyone could answer her question though.

[Alterra Village (Lv3) has won against Yasof Village (Lv3)]

[Gained! 2421 Gold, 13210 Silver, 422219 Copper]

[Gained! 11212 New Slaves]

“…”

Not bad?

According to the information they gathered so far, a village’s wealth could range from the pitiful 100 Gold at Level 1 to around four to five thousand gold at Level 3, though richer ones could have thousands more.

However, those villages tended to have cities backing them, there was definitely no place like Alterra, that could make more than that on its own.

On the other hand, the population of higher-tier villages ranged from 10,000 to 30,000, and some older ones that couldn’t upgrade could saturate to even more.

Oslo said there were a few villages with 50,000 people, and those villages were like slums all throughout.

Anyway, considering these ranges, then Yasof Village was quite above the average village.

“Can anyone decide for the territory when to give up?” she asked. This time, it was Brenda who answered.

“No, Miss Althea,” she said. “It was the Lord who probably went to his Village Center and declared the loss there.”

Her eyebrows rose at this. Considering the timing, it seemed that people immediately went back through the array to tell the lord that they gave up? And the Lord gave up without asking questions?

This quick pacing made them feel like this was… planned.

She sighed and shrugged, believing things would be clearer in time. She just looked at the mass of people. “Now… what do we do with all those people?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Allow the leader in,” she said, making a few people flinch a bit.

“They’re technically our people now, you know.”

The rest of the people there blinked. It was then that they recalled—whipping their heads at the sea of people not too far away from them: These people were all their slaves now!

Before they could get excited though, Althea swiftly poured cold water on them. “Don’t let too many in though—we don’t want to accidentally trigger an upgrade or something.”

“…”

Ah, right.

Unplanned slaves… were actually a burden to them now.

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Ladron and the others waited painfully in the area. Every one of them wanted to go back to the array but slaves were not allowed to enter arrays without a master—or without the order of one.

Because they gave up before the rest of the attackers entered the array, everyone on this side became slaves. One could imagine the depressing atmosphere in the forest.

They could only count themselves lucky there were no mobs attacking them right now, otherwise they’d be sitting gugu birds.

“What do we do now?” one said, receiving the notification that they had become ‘slaves’.

They really wanted to cry now. All that hard work had really gone down the grain. Thankfully, he left his money with his wife who was unlikely to become a slave.

The others outright sobbed, while others just curled on the ground in depression.

“When would I see my family again?”

“I wonder how they will torture me…” another said. “I know good carpentry works. They must make me do a lot of work.”

A big man shuddered beside them. “I am big, they will turn me into meat shield…”

Another one, who was a little handsome, shivered at the thought of becoming a helpless beauty. “I… I hope I get sold to women….”

For a while, the crowd was filled with sadness and anxiety, wondering what kind of lives as slaves awaited them.

The ones who were already slaves didn’t have much expression on their faces, though they were also a little sad. Yasof Village was one of the villages that weren’t too cruel to slaves.

How rare was that? It was easy to assume life would only get worse from here.

Their wallowing and grief, however, were interrupted when a couple of footsteps approached. They were enemy guards—and they were powerful.

They all looked dashing in matching uniforms and good-quality weapons in their hands. Ladron and a few fighters flinched when they realized every weapon the enemy had was made of black iron.

Except for Ladron and a few lead fighters, who spent a lot of money to get Class D weapons, the rest looked at their pitiful wood weapons.

Granted, they did a bit of investigation in Alterra, but seeing it with their own eyes still felt impactful.

“Who is the leader here?” the leading person—a man with one arm—asked.

Ladron gulped and stepped forward, unsure of what to expect.

“Our Elders said you and only two or three others can enter,” he said, looking past him.

“The rest of you…, head back to the array,” he said, looking as if he was disgusted with them. “We don’t really need you at this time.”

Ladron and the others gaped at him in disbelief.

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