After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1067

Chapter 1067: Imprisoned Pig

As the Lord’s son, Patte was familiar with every subsidiary that they had. He was aware of the villages near them, and which territories they attached to.

Villages were also poor and generally could not afford complex rules—even the simple no-killing rules were rare—so it was extremely easy for anyone with enough strength to do what they wanted.

Even before he went around, he already knew he’d be able to do a lot of things.

Anyway, he gathered several guards with him and, together, they terrorized dozens and dozens of villages, causing countless women and their families unimaginable pain.

The first village was a small village South. It wasn’t a subsidiary of anything yet, but they had formed an alliance with one of their subsidiary villages, Ugoy Village.

In villages, he could do whatever he wanted. He could kick and beat up people who annoyed him, take whatever resources he liked, and even kidnap a random woman walking around.

The latter one was his favorite. It made him feel alive and… invincible.

At first, he would pull them in a room or in an alley, but as time passed—as he managed to get away with more and more—he just got bolder and bolder.

Soon, he’d start taking women outside—regardless of where he was. If the woman was attractive enough and made his body react at the sight of her, then she could only blame herself for prancing in front of him.

His true self—the manifestation of his dark, disgusting, and lustful soul—had been suppressed for far too long.

As soon as he had the chance to vent it out—it exploded, and it didn’t care how many people it hurt along the way.

It all became a fun game to him: How to ‘break’ a territory’s system, how to affect the lives of many people, and even reward himself with the shameless enjoyment he believed he deserved.

His favorites to target were the daughters or even the wives of the lords. Noblewomen were just more delicious—except these women from villages were weak and could only succumb. Even the Lords could only watch from the side in defeat.

Eventually, he started staying in the town less and less, jumping from village to village, using his brain bypass the troublesome rules.

Because his power was so overwhelming to them, they could only succumb to him. The power gap let him feel such ecstasy that it felt like he was having sex for the first time again.

This went on for years, and many people had tried to assassinate him.

However, Patte was backed by Basset town and surrounded by guards with overwhelming strength at the village level.

Instead of hurting Patte, they ended up perishing instead. Further, Patte would get subsidiary villages to gang up on whoever attacked him.

In the end, the villages could do nothing but let him do what he wanted—otherwise, they risk not only their lives, but the entire village’s.

Excluding the villages that fell because of the assassination attempts, Patte rarely killed people anyway.

This went on for more than a decade.

In these years, Patte and his cronies did whatever they wanted without consequences. He definitely enjoyed his life at the expense of others’ pain.

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Until now.

“LET ME OUT! LET ME OUTTT!” Patte screamed to the top of his lungs, over and over.

He tried to squirm his way to somewhere like the worm he was but all that happened was his head bumped continuously against the dirty ground.

They were chained to the side and their legs and arms were partially disabled. At least one appendage was crushed useless, so they had no chance of getting out at all!

He would only pause when the pain got too much and he gritted his teeth, trying to endure but he could feel himself going crazy.

He had never experienced such pain before! He could only curse the world and swear revenge as he yelled out.

However, they did nothing to his tongue and for the following hour, he wouldn’t stop yelling.

At some point, the guards decided to cover his mouth with random cloth—which may or may not be from hygienic sources—so he would shut up.

One guard entered the cell and Patte’s eyes widened, realizing he would also lose his voice. “Wait! Let me out! I’m the heir of a Town!” he said. “I’ll make you head guard! Save me!”

The guard, who happened to be Helios, rolled his eyes. He just placed a cloth (one of his old dirty socks that lost a pair somewhere during fights) on his mouth.

Patte let out muffled yells but Helios pushed the sock deeper so it reached his uvula and he was unable to push it out with his tongue.

“I knew it would still be useful,” Helios said. “People keep saying I should throw it out and make new ones. Look at this now.”

He exited the cell and went back to his position, leaving the prisoners to suffer in pain for another day.

To keep things somewhat hygienic (for the guards stationed there), the prisoners did have a squat toilet there that opened to a piping system towards this area’s septic tank.

The prisoners could use it to defecate and pee. They kept one hand working for each prisoner, tied behind their back, so they could at least shit by themselves.

Of course, although they were careful and made sure to weaken the prisoners, the torture area was still manual construction in the end. They did not underestimate the potential of prisoners escaping.

In such cases, the toilet system could actually be a weakness, so they added a few traps there in case someone tried to pry off the fixture.

Anyway, the prisoners were left to rot for a day, just suffering in pain. The night was filled with cries and groans of agony, yet no one could do anything but endure.

They also didn’t have anything to eat or drink. Their levels would allow them to survive even if they did not eat or drink for a long time—days longer than the limits of a normal human.

Alterra definitely took advantage of this fact to torture their prisoners and not waste resources on them.

The next day though, a prisoner was taken out and brought to another place. The door was closed tight, but they could hear the screeching screams.

“What happened! What are you doing?!” Patte—who had been temporarily freed from the sock after gagging the entire night—yelled at them. He was shivering, both in pain and apprehension, and all this uncertainty was making him crazy!!

Helios shrugged. “All I can say is if you want to suffer less, be cooperative.”

“What are you—”

He was cut off from speaking anymore as the disgusting cloth was shoved back to his mouth (Helios used chopsticks made from metal to hold it).

“You’ll find out soon,” Helios said. “In the meantime: Shut the fuck up.”