After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Belize
It was not that he hadn’t seen anyone do evil—he had partnered with plenty in his lifetime—but this one had special wisdom that he hadn’t encountered.

Sometimes, he wondered how their brains were made.

For one, it was his first time to hear of something like the exploitation of societal divide. He made groups fight against other groups without them knowing, orchestrating fights and misunderstandings, making sure there would be no unity amongst the lower class.

What was even better? He and his cronies could use their power to do whatever they wanted—and they definitely did do what they wanted—and the Lord’s means made the people unable to rebel regardless.

Even if he killed someone in front of a crowd—even in front of a relative—people would not dare to rebut him. They would not even dare to look at him, fearing for their lives.

He was extremely intelligent and gave those who followed him lush lives. As long as one didn’t go against him, one could live decently.

Even those penniless people stuck in the shanties felt their lives were better than those outside.

As long as you didn’t go against him, of course.

He was amazed. Even his former master couldn’t control his subjects like that, and he still had to pretend to be a good lord, having to hide his dirty secrets despite supposedly being the most powerful entity in his own territory.

After all, there were plenty of wars and other territories who could take their population instead. What if they didn’t fight in the wars and willingly became slaves of another instead?

Historically, through the years, this had happened a few times. It was very rare because few people would actively choose to be slaves, but it did happen.

Belize had also watched Amon torture his detractors, and in methods unimaginable to him, who had claimed to have seen a lot.

His evil ways were not uncouth, even classy, and had noble air, but in reality, he was no better than the gangsters who gang-raped children.

It really captured this servant’s heart.

All these thoughts of his servant didn’t seem to bother Amon, who just turned to look outside again, realizing that things had calmed down.

His eyebrows rose. “Already?”

“Milord?”

“The chaos has stopped.”

Amon opened the Population tab to see if how many people were left in the outer circle.

Except for about a score of people, there were no more deaths since he checked.

“Hmn, interesting,” he said, tapping the wooden table rhythmically. He still had so much population. Soon, it would combine with more people, more refugees, and eventually some Aborigines.

Perhaps, there would even be spies from other territories, attempting to do what he was planning on doing.

At this thought, he turned to Belize before clicking the tab. “The Lord could see the loyalties of the people. Wouldn’t there be an indicator if someone wanted to harm the territory?”

“The lowest loyalty was 0, even if the person was hostile,” Belize said,

“However, there is a special magic equipment available in towns that could increase loyalties by 50.”

Amon nodded, eyes turning to look at the People panel. He was indifferent at first, but his eyes quickly sharpened and his spine straightened just a bit. His eyes narrowed in interest but with a bit of a threatening atmosphere.

Belize saw all these changes and looked curiously. Soon, the Lord gave out an eery chuckle and looked at him.

“It seems you’re no longer the only elementalist in the territory.”

Belize frowned immediately at this.

The others couldn’t have gotten here so quickly.

“They’re not your people.” He said, judging by their names.

He would later confirm by seeing their demeanor, but he had a feeling they were brethren. Terrans were a little smaller than the average aborigine— Belize was just particularly small—combined with names and demeanor, it was fairly easy to determine who were Terrans and who were not.

“They’re Terrans.”

“Pardon?” Belize couldn’t help but exclaim.

This was even more strange. People from the same place as the Lord have already awakened? How was that possible?

His dark eyes looked at the mysterious expression on the Lord’s face.

Would he just let these people be? Belize thought to himself, knowing how the lord handled threats.

Indeed, Amon didn’t like unexpected things…

Especially those who could shake his position.

His brothers and cousins would know this very well.

He stood up gracefully, going down in his sleek dark suit and black leather shoes—one of the twelve sets he took from Terran—to greet the newcomers.

They headed towards the gates of the inner circle, a lot of their cronies seeing and following them.

When they finally passed through it, they saw a lot less chaos than they expected to see.

He and Belize watched as these mysterious men organized the entire population to handle the disaster. People followed their movements, admiration in their eyes.

Amon’s eyes narrowed but otherwise showed nothing indicative of his mood.

“Hello.” He said, exuding the mature masculine charm, not like someone in his late 40s at all.

However, to the eyes of Garan and many of his team who knew him, it was the devil’s incarnate.

This was one of the most evil men on Terran.

A world-famous terrorist, though his face was never shown. Garan knew his look from a drone after years of hunting.

This was a man who could send drone strikes to kindergartens and hospitals, simply because he wanted to.

They couldn’t find him in Terran but chanced upon him now? Must be fate.

“I would like to invite you to my abode, to express my gratitude.”

“No need.”

Garan said, trying not to be obvious with his hostility.

At the very least, he had hidden his hunting very well and his information web shouldn’t have captured his existence by the time of the disaster.

Most importantly, Amon Fargo was also arrogant. Even knowing he was hunted down, he didn’t bother looking at the ‘ants’ that looked for him.

For a time, he had hoped that he could finally rid the world of this scum.

Unfortunately, as he feared, this man really ended up being the lord here.

This made the situation become far more complicated. This world might not have laws like in Terran, but since the enemy was a lord, he unfortunately could not be killed immediately.

After spending so long in Xeno, Garan knew the consequence of killing the Lord:

Killing the Lord outside the territory wars would destroy the entire territory—not even leaving dust in its wake.

Most of these people were innocent and they were their brethren, he could not destroy their home so simply.

This meant one thing: They could only wait until the territory war.

Of course, Garan would not be able to wait for so long. He needed to find his wife as soon as possible.

So… what could he do?