After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 443

Chapter 443: Impending Attacks (Part 2)
Anyway, chaos ensued in one of the Market Places. Squeals of surprise and yells of aghast abounded. It was happening in various places, showing how fast the two were ‘playing tag’.

“KYAAA!”

“What!”

“What’s going on?!”

More yells echoed as people tried avoiding the fast-moving barrell of weight. Fufi was trained well and avoided the people, but he didn’t care enough for the material properties.

CRASH!

Several stalls crashed as Fufi went through them, leaving shocked store owners at its wake.

Plaridel’s eyes twitched. He wondered who’d be charged with that?

It wouldn’t be Fufi… right?

Then again, if he had a space maybe Fufi had money too.

Hey, with a master like sister-in-law, maybe he’s even richer than most of them.

However, his random wonderings were cut off when a pig-like scream screeched at his ears.

“YOU! GET HIM OFF!!”

Plaridel blinked and realized that Fufi finally caught the man, and they weren’t too far away from him. He weaved through the crowd, saying his polite excuses, finally emerging from the dense weekend-Marketplace-crowd to the sources of the disturbance.

Fufi at this time was standing on the man, his large paws as large as the man’s chest keeping him in position. The man struggled to get Fufi off of him, but this wasn’t easy because Fufi was twice the weight of any man, plus he had the strength of a beast.

“GET OFF! GET OFF!”

Fufi got annoyed with all the struggle and sat on him.

“YOU!!!!” The man gasped in pain, losing his breath. He maybe felt a rib or two about to break as well.

Guards, including Fufi, would only get warned by the system rules when they got physical. While this could be prone to abuse, Matilda set up a reporting system to avoid this.

Anyway, for now, it just meant the suspicious man was being hurt without consequences to Fufi to all.

Plaridel took this time to walk over them, “Who are you?”

“I’m a guest! Is this how you treat your guests—OH! F—”

Prooot—

Fufi let out gas—probably from all the running—as he was sitting on the man.

“AHHHH!!!”

The man yelled while the surrounding crowd immediately stepped back. A few even escaped altogether, aware of how bad Fufi’s gas could get.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!”

In his anger, the suspicious man immediately tried to attack Fufi.

Plaridel’s hand lit up and he sent a small ember to warn the man not to do anything suspicious.

“Fire?!” The man yelled, confused, eyes ending at Plaridel. “YOU! But you’re not an aborigin—” His voice was cut off as the small ember reached him, spreading all over his body.

“GYAAAH!”

It so happened that he was much weaker than Plaridel, so this little fire spread could really cause him damage.

People screamed and walked farther and Plaridel’s lips twitched.

He forgot Fufi farted, so the little ember was a bit… explosive.

“GAHH!”

Plaridel had already asked people to get some buckets to help the guy out, and soon he was doused with water and saved from being burned to ashes.

He looked horrible and had third-degree burns all over his body. Instead of thanking them though, he just felt angry and humiliated.

He wanted to kill!

“BASTARDSSS!!” he yelled, immediately taking out his gun.

Instinctively, the people around scurried in panic, afraid to be hit by a stray bullet. It was just that before he could press the trigger, a flash of light came and he disappeared.

Whoosh~

“What?” the people froze, realizing they were scurrying for nothing. A lot of people came to the realization, and some rubbed their faces in embarrassment.

“What happened?”

“The Regulation activated!”

“Oh?” one asked, obviously the type not to read the rules. “Where did he go, then?”

“The prison, of course!”

Altera’s Regulations, unlike many others, actually didn’t automatically kick people out the territory—the default maximum punishment. This was because simply kicking people out meant letting potential threats escape instead.

She’d rather keep them in prison instead of causing damage outside!

She even placed zones in the prison. The largest ones would be for minor transgressions like scuffles. But there were also zones and cells for highly dangerous criminals, like this one.

Althea paid a huge sum to change this up.

This one addition to the regulations required a whooping 500 gold fee.

Anyway, the marketplace burst into chatters, most of which were excited because something so thrilling and ‘dangerous’ happened in the territory! Very exciting! Their friends would definitely beg them for some ‘tea’!

Althea and Ansel, who were strolling with the babies, were nearby when this commotion happened and they were surprised to see so many things happening.

“What happened?” She asked, and the people immediately turned to her with wide eyes, though she got the feeling they just wanted to share gossip.

“Miss Althea!” The man nearest them spoke ahead of the others. He told them of what he saw (and how little he knew).

Fufi was already next to them then, sitting like a behaved dog, tail wagging and looking at his master. However, one must know that he was almost as tall as Althea sitting like this.

“Woof! Woof!” he said, the babies giggled and cooed, as if talking to him.

“Woof! Woof!”

“Mwamghaammaa…”

“WOOF!”

“Googomawma…”

“Woof! Woof!”

“What did he say?” Ansel asked, curious.

Althea looked at him for a bit before returning to stare at the dog, who kept barking with a smile.

It was adorable at first, but what Fufi ‘said’ later wiped the smile on Althea’s face. In turn, this also alerted Ansel.

“What is it? What’d he say?” He asked again, this time with more urgency in his tone. Althea looked at him with a serious expression.

“He said that guy had a similar smell to the people who attacked you.”

Ansel didn’t understand it immediately until he remembered—the only time he was attacked with Fufi was when they were in Bright!

He almost gasped. “The one from Fargo?!”

“Yep,” she said, making a mental note to discuss the implications of this with her husband. She, of course, didn’t forget the large dog’s contribution.

She took a specially cooked meat (by Harold) from her space, which Fufi happily slobbered on.

“Good job Fufi,” she grinned, “More treats for you tonight!”

“WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!”

The dog jumped in joy and the babies giggled again, extending their hands as if wanting to touch Fufi. Althea didn’t allow them for now and just headed home.

Ansel followed with bright eyes. “So cool,” he said, “I wanna have a battle pet.”

He looked at the dog. “Fufi, haven’t you found a wife yet?”

Woof!

Not yet!

…

Later, while Althea and the family went home, Fufi was asked to stay in prison as a ‘witness’ to the crime.

“So, any information about that guy?” Garan asked, as he patted good-boy-Fufi’s head. He was looking at the lifeless body on the floor of their makeshift prison.

The man arrived lifeless, with foam bubbling in his mouth. He had a massive bite on his thigh and they later found it was Fufi’s.

But Fufi didn’t have rabies… nor did he have poison as a skill.

Gill looked at the man and observed him more, “He’s been poisoned.”

“It’s not from the bite,” he added, observing the clear skin around the wound. This likely meant that he had a poison in his mouth, activated when he was in distress and tortured.

That made the guy even more suspicious.

Reuben just scratched his bald head, “Well, at least we stopped one spy from passing information.”

They nodded. No matter what, this was still a win.

Plaridel looked at the massive dog with tail wagging. He was so large that one could position near his tail to get a little wind.

“Who’s the good boiiii!”

Fufi barked.

Woof! Woof!

I am! I am!