After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 162

Chapter 162: More Territories
When they transferred, they transferred with hundreds of others.

The true nightmare began at that time because monsters far stronger than what they encountered surrounded them.

There were so many, tens and tens of them, and their ugly appearance made a lot freeze in fear, becoming easy targets to eat.

The way the people were mauled was a thing of nightmares, striking terror in more people’s hearts, and in turn making them easy victims.

It was a horrible cycle.

Soon, the fight began and some people managed to snap out of the shock and defend themselves. Even if the monsters were strong, they were far more in number.

That was what some of them thought at first, but they quickly realized that the monsters were nothing like the zombies back in Terran!

They were much, much, stronger and even a group of big men couldn’t beat a monster without someone losing an arm, a leg, and his life.

He and his sister struggled to kill one together, along with a few others, eventually learning to help out and defend themselves.

His little body did its best to help, and when he managed to slash a wound on its feet, he brightened and celebrated, not realizing that it only made the monster go berserk, and it lifted its sharp claws to his direction.

“Horus!!”

Slash!

“Sister!!” He yelled, watching the monster’s claw slice his sister’s face.

ROAR!!!!!

He yelled back, “ROARRR!” He screamed with his little voice, running to it. He used their last weapon to hit it, but it didn’t hurt much. Instead, it lifted its paws to smash him.

But Horus’ unknown skill—triggered by extreme anger and adrenaline—helped him avoid its attack. Over and over.

To the point that it was even superior to the adults.

[Evasion (E): Avoid detection of all monsters level 10 and below for 10 seconds. Consumption: 5 Mana]

It wasn’t clear what it meant, but he instinctively knew it was helpful. He willed the ability to apply and it did, and he ran to the monster.

He immediately jumped to the weakened monster, stabbing its eyes repeatedly.

It shook wildly as if he was a fly that would let go with a shake. But energy coursed through his small body and he gripped the monster with his small arms, stabbing again and again every time he could.

Finally, he dug enough of its eye to finally reach its brain.

Stab! Stab! Stab!!!

ROARRRRRR!!!!

He stabbed until it fell down and no longer moved.

[Killed Stormdoer (Lv1): +30 experience, +30 copper!]

He didn’t even notice this as he sprinted to his bleeding sister, sobbing with snot, yelling for help.

But who could pay attention to him when there were still a dozen monsters slashing about.

He could only drag his sister to a safe place, trying to stop the bleeding on her face with a clean cloth they got from the motel.

Sniff. “I’m sorry…” Sniff.

His sister weakly took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his tanned face. “I won’t die.” She said, “Don’t cry. You’re a big boy now, aren’t ya?”

The group of them, after losing a good portion, did end the small mob. But his sister earned a scar.

More than once, she was told she was ugly many times, and little Horus would attack them every time.

By the second day, there were only about 50 of them left alive, most of whom were very injured, and no one bothered with this little thing anymore.

Their group of hundreds struggled through the first few days, dwindling quickly in numbers, and becoming more and more miserable as they traveled.

Soon, they encountered an enclosure—a fence—and they ran with their remaining energy to look for a gate.

[Welcome to Vismont Village!]

He and his sister looked at each other with bright eyes. Happily, his sister wrapped her arms around him. “We’re finally safe!”

How could they know it was the beginning of another, more tragic, experience?

….

In the village, they found out that the paper money they took was useless.

Fortunately, there was some jewelry and a little gold they got from the motel, but it was very little. Together, they had scraped up only a few silver currency they could use.

This wasn’t enough for them to live with a decent stomach for a week.

They worked hard to gather what they needed to survive. They were doing honest work, and he wasn’t stealing anymore, as his sister had asked him.

Except for the fights because someone would insult his sister, the two of them had gotten used to one legitimate meal every 2 days and living in a shed made with leaves.

They had also gotten used to the horrid and sticky smell of feces and body odor.

But then… that man came. He said he had fallen in love with his sister, her strength and hard work.

He also needed a good wife and wondered if they could consider living with him.

His sister was naturally reluctant, but that man was charming and eloquent. He also promised she could leave if they couldn’t make it work.

He was charming and capable and promised them a good life in their territory.

At first, he did. He let them live with him in a residential unit, and let them eat at the restaurant every day.

But… a few days later, after he went back home from gathering wood, he found his beautiful sister bloodied, naked, and without a breath.

There, in that damned place, he brutally lost his sister. What was his punishment?

He was just banished from the territory!!

The man was strong. A cockroach. He wouldn’t die. How could he be reconciled??

So he escaped from the village and he ran after his sister’s murderer.

He ventured to the wild by himself. A six-year-old who could barely handle a level 1, using his ability to the most of his ability, went on a mission to hunt.

But he lost his target in the end.

He followed his sister’s murderer to this direction but didn’t find him yet.

He swore to kill him, and stab him dozens of times more than what he did to his sister.

So he looked and looked, traveled, barely avoiding countless near-death hits.

Other than his new magic skill, he used his flexibility to climb up trees and jump between them. For days, he managed to escape monsters time and time again…

…trying to find the most hideous monster there was.

…

Altera village, present

Horus woke up with red eyes and saw the most beautiful older sister he had ever seen. But his dark heart could not appreciate it as the hate in his heart was revived by his dreams.

“What are you thinking?” Althea asked, noticing the little boy’s dark mood.

“Stabbing someone twenty-five times.”

Her eyebrows rose.

A potential little villain, eh?

But Althea’s face didn’t change.

Instead, she sat on the side of his bed, patiently.

“It must be a villain, then.” She said, nodding at him.

The child froze and looked at her with wide eyes. “Hmm ..” he said, voice cracking. “He killed my sister.”

“Do you know where he is?”

The child shook his head.

“If you did, how would you beat him?”

The boy’s lips pursed, not knowing what to answer.

“What are you doing outside the walls on your own?”

“I… I wanted to be stronger…” he said. He had seen so many people going out near the walls, using the sentries to assist their fights and getting stronger and stronger.

He wanted that. But in the end, he fainted after touching a plant.

He flushed red, embarrassed.

Althea hid a smile and patted his little curly head.

“Why don’t you stay with us and gather strength?”

The cute little boy with pale freckled skin, curly chestnut hair, and large round eyes looked at her, wondering if she was telling the truth.

Then he remembered that man was no less kind. He was also charming. And suddenly the boy’s body adopted a defensive stance.

Althea blinked. “Oh my. Am I scary??” She asked, touching her heart as if she was surprised and a little hurt.

This made the boy flinch and he shook his head immediately, then blushed again.

This time, Althea and the other women couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “The territory is fair, you should know by now right?”

“You wouldn’t suffer injustice here.” She told him, patting his head, her melodious voice reaching his heart and calming it. “Not anymore.”