After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Brewing Wars (Part 1)
Altera wasn’t the only Terran territory receiving Aborigines guests. It was just that, unlike Altera’s guests, these aborigines were not friendly.

It was the surviving Terran territories at the border—that was, the delineation of the Protection Period—that were the first to experience this.

One of these territories was Belluga Village.

At this time, a group of 10 people ambled around the streets, looking down on everyone else. In fact, they had been here for a couple of hours, observing, and studying and, without exemption, they were extremely arrogant as they did so.

If Oslo was here, he’d recognize these men as people he poisoned. Sadly, their stomach pains only lasted a few days.

Bummer.

Anyway, the men did nothing to hide their thoughts, just blurting out whatever came to mind.

“Wow! So weak! Everyone are like Gugu birds here!” a man said as he looked around, looking at the civilians like ants. “Goodness, middle-aged people look like they’re not even level 10 yet!”

Another one sniggered, thinking it was the funniest thing. “How did this become a level 3 village with sentries?”

“They probably had money,” another chuckled, “What a waste on them!”

They weren’t even subtle in their comments and this naturally caused a lot of locals to give them bad looks. However, they were self-aware enough and knew not to humiliate themselves by provoking strong Aborigines either.

It wasn’t like it wasn’t true…

“But damn… the facilities are pretty impressive for a village,” one said, whistling. “Isn’t there a bathhouse too? Even the boss town didn’t have one, right?”

One licked his lips, “Not a bad loot.”

Their tone was like they already had the entire territory in the bag.

This finally made several nearby men snap, and they surrounded the aborigines. With that comment, they confirmed that these men were definitely not just arrogant but also hostile.

They knew they were no match, but they couldn’t do anything with such an obvious declaration! They could only glare in hopes of intimidating them.

“Stop it already!”

“Leave!”

“We’re not as weak as you think!”

Soon, there were at least twice the number of locals there than the guests. It was very intimidating.

Well, in theory.

In the end, how could a group of men at least 5 levels stronger even be a bit intimidated?

It was like being glared at by cute kids, except they weren’t cute. Although their conditions had become much better than before they connected with Altera, they still looked small and even a bit pitiful to the eyes of the large aborigines.

Grinning, two of the aborigines grabbed a nearby man and easily raised them up.

“WHAT—”

The men struggled obviously, but their low levels rendered them useless against the strong enemies.

The Bellugan regulations only automatically kicked out people who purposely injured citizens.

What’s more—there was a default threshold in this world as to what counted as a true ‘injury’. After all, people couldn’t get kicked out by tripping by accident or people just pushing each other to the ground, right?

Anyway, there were a lot of loopholes in the current regulations and these men—scouts for war—knew how to take advantage.

Through some minor investigations, the new aborigines figured out many of these loopholes.

Belluga was not a small village, and there were plenty of skirmishes abound, especially in the poorer areas. The Aborigines very easily deduced how far they could go before getting kicked out.

Not many lords could afford to add restrictions to ‘attempts’. For instance, Altera, where a civilian even taking out a weapon would transfer them directly to prison.

The two men were played around, dragging the locals on their hands like dolls. They were lifted, dragged, and thrown until they were red from being suffocated. However, they would survive and were not injured so the rules didn’t trigger at all.

A lot of the locals had long run to their own abodes, while most remained nearby, watching their movements but far enough into safety—or at least, that’s what they thought.

The two men treated like dolls had felt their consciousness slip, and they truly wondered if they would actually be able to wake up.

At some point, however, the torture was finally interrupted.

“Stop it!”

A loud feminine voice resounded, and soon Kimmy, her husbands, and a few guards—a few of whom were also aborigines—arrived in a relatively grand manner.

They didn’t show any weakness for now, as they couldn’t, knowing the enemies were very arrogant.

Kimmy looked at the aborigines on her side and they stood forward, most of which were a bit shaky.

Belluga had also managed to get hired aborigines but, like Vismont, they started hiring late. This meant that their options were mostly less-than-ideal, even after so long.

The strongest fighter they got was a level 9, while the rest did jobs like carpentry, cleaners, and cooks (though without the occupations).

Instead of getting even the slightest bit intimidated though, the guests brightened at her appearance. The small group grinned and threw the dizzy locals to the side.

Bang!

Unfortunately, while painful, it still didn’t kick out the men.

They must’ve tormented weaker territories like this often for them to have such perfect calibrations.

No one could think more deeply about this as the hostile guests’ attentions had focused on their lord.

“It’s here! The female lord! You’re prettier than I hear!” One said, another cackled.

“A bit on the fat side though.”

“Well, she has the curves to grope.”

“I heard she’s experienced. My type!”

A few more cackles and every word gritted on the locals’ nerves.

Although their lord was often unsatisfactory, letting her be talked about like this was a shame for the entire territory!

Kimmy turned red and her fist clenched. She also saw some of her husbands and guards move forward in order to deal with them, but she was still self-aware.

She could see the enemy levels: They were no match.

Instead, with shaking fingers, she summoned her Lord Panel, intent on kicking them out and blacklisting them. She couldn’t do it directly before because they were in such a hurry and she wanted to try to fix it diplomatically first.

What if they were just arrogant but suddenly decided to launch a formal war because she kicked them out?

Although Raine and the others advised her to do so, as a woman she naturally wanted to avoid war more than men did.

Either way though, was useless, because they had already entered the radar of the aborigines simply because of being inside the ‘fog’.

War was inevitable, and it was only going to get worse.