After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1069

Chapter 1069: Torture Chamber (Part 2)

A/N: Thank you Alyxatlas for the castle! HUGSSSS! I think we pulled in quite a few new readers! *sobs* I wish I can send extra chaps but the Sunday mass releases already has me spent xD

Mentioning Lotuslin and _cardinal’s castle last week too! I wasn’t sure if the thank you note was published (I couldn’t find it, so I realize I might’ve posted on Discord and facebook but forgot to post here) so Imma thank you again here just in case.

Thank you again, lovely ladies T_T

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The door closed, leaving the men alone in the room again. Helios whistled, letting go of the breath he had been holding.

He coughed a bit at the smell, but adjusted quickly. They had a ventilation system (using natural wind power) that mostly serviced the hallways for the benefit of guards’ sanities.

The prison cells and the torture chambers had louvers to the hallway, allowing the smell to get sucked out too, though at slower rates.

Anyway, it was the first time he had seen that side of Miss Althea. It seemed like she was in her ‘sciencey’ mood, she really had the potential to be a mad scientist.

He had seen hints of it back when they went with her outside which ultimately led them to salt mines, but watching several men tortured half-dead without batting an eyelid was a different issue altogether!

Even he was flinching in empathy!

It was hard to wrap his head around until he saw it himself. After all, she was quite the loving mother and wife.

Of course, if he was a little scared, more so was the victim on the table. Patte had, once again, peed on himself (very gross) but he didn’t seem to notice.

The arrogance and pride were gone and he was now just a scared bastard who deserved everything that was coming at him.

Helios saw his face and laughed. “We’ll be keeping you alive for months,” he said. “Do you want to suffer like this for that long? If you tell us everything early then at least you’re just a prisoner.”

The anger in Patte’s heart had indeed been ironed out, only leaving fear and apprehension. “W-Why are you doing this?!”

“You ask as if your place isn’t targeting us.”

It was around here that Garan approached him with the bottle in hand. It made Patte shiver but he forced himself not to succumb—not for his territory, but because it was shameful he was reduced to this by villagers.

All these years, he had treated villagefolk as people underneath his feet. Look at this now!

Remembering his glory days gave him some strength again. Even if he was terrifying, there was no way he’d be reduced to a fumbling mess begging for his life!

“Yassop is angry at me and wants revenge! You believe whatever he says that you’re going against a Town?! FOOLS!”

Garan’s face did not change. “Tell me everything you can about your territory as well as its allies and subsidiaries,” Garan asked. Even if he made some sort of oath, it couldn’t have been too detailed because of his position.

“SHIT OFF!” he yelled, spitting blood-filled saliva in his direction.

Garan remained stoic as he avoided it. Instead, he threw a small piece of ice he created at his bleeding chest.

The biting cold caused him to convulse and adding a drop of the experimental potion made him foam out of his mouth.

“GAHHHHHH!”

He screamed again for a time, until the ice finally melted off, and the potion wore off again shortly after that. He was gasping for air, the last of his willpower pushed back down again.

“Speak,” Garan said, and an even bigger piece of ice—a spike—hovered above him. “Don’t think this will kill you. We also have health potions to keep you from dying.”

Helios nodded as he crossed his arms. “We can do this over and over until you talk, Patte,” he said. “Do your body a favor and give up already.”

They allowed Patte a few moments to breathe and consider. However, really, he didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, only those who had actual things to fight and protect could stay strong under their torture.

Obviously, Patte was just an animal with a bit of a brain. A bit of pain and he would blurt out what he could—just like the rest of his men.

Speaking of, the rest of the men didn’t know any useful things about their territory. All they got from them… was the atrocities they did in scores of territories and hundreds of people during the past decade.

It took the Alterrans everything they had to not prematurely kill the bastards. However, they did send them straight to the prison labor camp so they could work them to death.

Patte didn’t know but… he was the only one left in this prison at this time.

“I…” he gasped. “Basset Town is… level 1,” he said. “We can’t attack you.”

“Everyone knows that. Say something useful,” Helios said, throwing a few needles and burying them on his skin. Patte yelled again, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to decrease the humiliation.

“We make oaths when we enter puberty!”

Garan sighed. “There are plenty of information you can tell us even then,” he said. “How many level 30s and above do you have?””I… don’t know… a few hundreds?!”

“Level 40s?”

“I… less than 10, if those old people are still alive.”

“Including your father?”

He nodded.

“What are their weaknesses?”

“I don’t know!” Patte said, and he wasn’t lying. He hadn’t taken time to get to know other people—he was too busy going around villages!

“What about the people who might want to betray your father?”

“What—”

“Your oaths should only be directly related to the territory. The noble families aren’t counted.”

Patte didn’t want to talk. He didn’t care about the families but his spilling information like this was akin to admitting complete defeat.

“Looks like you still hadn’t had enough pain,” Garan said. Lifting the bottle Althea gave him. Just the sight killed the remaining will Patte had.

“I’ll Talk! I’LL TALK!”

And so he did. He told them the stronger families in Basset town as well as those who might have a bit of anger towards his father. “They won’t betray father! He is still the strongest in the territory!”

This was true. The Lord Bentro was a level 42 man who was the strongest man in the territory. There was also his great-uncle, who was level 45, and he’d definitely protect their family if it came to that.

There were others with higher levels, but they were so old, they were probably half-dead already. Naturally, their levels could not reflect their actual strengths.

The Alterrans shrugged. “It doesn’t matter if they won’t,” Garan said. “We could find a way to cause chaos there, just as you caused it in various villages.”

Garan then turned, handing over the bottle to Helios. “I’m going home now,” he said. “Take care of him.”

Patte’s eyes widened as he watched the door close, looking up at Helios and a few other guards in the room.

“As a reward for your cooperation, you would only experience this once (or a few) a day,” Helios said, ‘gently’ dropping a few drops into his mouth. “Calculating how many more months we have with you, each shot should correspond to a life you destroyed.”

“Wha—GAHHHHH!!!”

Patte screamed like a pig as he once again felt the intense agony that was destroying him from the inside.

For the next few months, he would undergo this torture every day. It was as if all the pain he ever caused was compressed…, and fed to him every single day for the rest of his short life.