After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Before the War (Part 1)
Aberdeen City, 20 years prior

The nine year old Garan looked bitterly at the locked door of the isolation room,  heart filled with anger and indignance.

Unfair!

Ptooey!

He spit out the remaining blood of that hag out, spitting out again as he tasted the disgusting rusty taste. It tasted as dirty as she was.

It landed on the isolation room’s dusty cement flooring, just next to the dirty cot he would be sleeping in the next couple of days.

It was his third time here this year, and it was only the second month of the year.

He just couldn’t stop himself. Those women were disgusting. They always watched him with dirty eyes and wanted to touch him.

First he just threw a vase at a visiting rich woman, the second time he punched the volunteer in the face, and now he bit off the flesh of the vice principal.

The vice principal angered him the most. She was supposed to be their mother! How could she think of him that way, and try to sell him off to others! It was too disgusting!

He didn’t even feel the hurting stomach due to the kick and neither could he feel the bruise on his shoulder. He just needed them in pain. He didn’t care about his hunger and thirst either. He had no regrets. They deserved it.

He was just a little worried that Althea would cry again while looking for him. But he had already told his friend to take good care of her and reassure her.

Recalling Althea’s cute face filled with bean shaped tears looking so heartbreakingly pitiful… he…. he started to regret his impulse a little, after all.

But what could he do? He could only hope that his friend would be able to keep her from trouble.

He suffered like this in the isolation room for a few more days, receiving just enough food and water not to rot there and die. However, when he finally came out, he ignored his weakened self from hunger and he immediately ran to the dormitories to check on his angel.

On his way there, he encountered Beanie, a good friend of theirs, and the person he asked to take care of his angel.

But without speaking the flabby brat ran to him and shook his shoulders. Annoyed, he pushed him off. “What?”

But when he saw the rare seriousness in Beany’s eyes, he felt his stomach drop.

“What happened?” He asked, looking around, praying it wasn’t as he thought. “Where’s my Althea?”

Beanie looked at him and gritted his teeth, flushed from shame. “I’m sorry, I… I swore I looked away for just a few seconds—”

“JUST GET TO THE POINT!” He yelled, the last thread of patience snapping.

“Althea’s gone!!” Beanie yelled back in fear, crying in guilt. “It’s been half a day!”

It felt like he fell from a building and splattered all over the ground.

…

Present.

Garan cooly looked at his subordinates, gesture exuding calmness and strength. His sharp eyes watched in apathy as the chaos all around him exploded due to the imminent war.

After all, like them, a lot of these people weren’t citizens here at all.

Eagle frowned and looked at the tense surroundings. “What do we do, boss! We’re not allowed to leave!” He said, not believing their bad luck.

The village had just entered a martial law where no one was allowed to leave the territory.

They had been here for three months, but they had only really been around Twinwinds, a very strong town. Not only did it rarely get attacked, but when it was attacked, it always won. They had never participated in the wars in this place, not in the real sense.

But look: They just stayed here for a day, and they were already getting dragged into one.

“Get out of the way! There’s obviously still time!!” A commotion particularly louder than other caught their attention.

It was two mercenary teams trying to get out the door. However, rather than look scared they looked annoyed.

More likely, it wasn’t that they were scared of whatever was attacking, but that wars were too troublesome and it was not worth the trouble.

The mercenary team consisted of about twenty or so members, all of whom were large in stature, and had sneering angry expressions on their faces.

Similarly, the guards had several builds, looking very annoyed at these bastards making their jobs harder. “If you leave you will be blacklisted!”

Another guard added, “If you really want to leave, one person pays 100 gold!”

“What?! Are you insane?!” A mercenary roared. The defensive stance of the guards were forced to be more aggressive as more moves were exchanged.

The guards were naturally arrogant in their own way, looking down at the damned men causing the headaches.

“Cowards!” He said, “Afraid of rats!”

At this sneer, someone finally snapped and threw a fireball. This was the catalyst of the skirmish of elements that ensued.

Bursts of elements exploded, hitting one another. An earth spike flew to hit a guard, which was blocked by an earth wall. Then another mercenary threw fireballs, hit by guards with their waterwhips.

Similarly, most men—the non-elementals—also joined in the fight, but they had a separate fight altogether.

Those that were gifted with the elements used their abilities to attack, either missing or deflected, destroying the facade of the buildings.

If system buildings didn’t have inherently strong structures, the houses would have been taken down by now.

This was an exchange that consisted of scores of men, creating a morbid but beautiful sight.

While most of the others panicked, trying to avoid becoming collateral damage, those from Terran were fascinated.

Why?

Because it was very rare for them to see so many other elementalists in action!!

Unless you were a family or clan member, or an apprentice, the chances of learning knowledge and technique from an expert was almost nil.

But in front of them is a tutorial!