After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Back to Fargo (Part 1)
Fargo Village

Inside one of the villas in Fargo Village, an urgent meeting was being held. In the center was the former general Henry, and on each side were his children.

The group of them, since Garan left, had fortunately only lost a few. The person they lost, a young man by the name of Jack, died because Gian decided to move to the other side.

It was unfathomable to them and they almost died trying to kill him. However, Gian was strong, and those who could take him—Leon and Santos—were unwilling until they heard of an explanation fro him.

Why risk exposing themselves after holding back for so long? It was fortunate that everyone had signed strict oaths of non-betrayal, and Gian wouldn’t be able to leak any plans to Fargo at all.

However, just in case, they did decide to shift their plans just in case so even if somehow Gian said anything, they wouldn’t be compromised.

This wasn’t impossible primarily because of their new ‘players’.

During this time, there was also a small group of refugees from the north, led by soldiers. However, after what happened with Gian, they also got the newcomers to sign a non-betrayal oath for security reasons.

With this their group even got bigger and, with Leon and Santos’ help, they had only gotten stronger in level. The two slowed down in level due to the weakness of the monsters around, but they were still strong at level 19 and 20, respectively.

Obviously, Fargo couldn’t have been blind to the threat they could give.

As for how they kept their lives despite this, it was because Fargo mostly depended on them to defend the territory. Fargo’s own guards pretty much just relaxed and did what they wanted.

It was difficult, but they had to close their eyes to what was happening. In exchange, Fargo and his men would keep the lives of the people.

It wasn’t a formal agreement, but happened through threats and actual murder whenever they showed any signs of rebellion.

This was a silent agreement between the two parties, and it was how they kept their lives despite being possible ‘threats’ to his reign.

Or more accurately, he may not see them as threats at all.

At this time, they were discussing the war Fargo started against a fellow Terran territory.

“The war is over, I see,” Henry, who was sitting at the center, said with a sigh. One of the reporting soldiers, Leon, told what he had gathered so far.

“Yes, the teleportation array had just closed. It seemed to have been an easy win, considering the differing state of Fargo’s men compared to the slaves they brought with them.”

Heavy silence reigned in the room at the term.

Slaves. There were Terran slaves now.

And this was just in their territory, what else for many others?

Not everyone fought against fellow Terrans, did that mean their people had become slaves to Aborigines as well?

The thought sent heat to their heads, and more to their heart—especially due to their current helplessness about it.

Victor sighed and looked at Leon, “What else?” He asked, “How… were they treated?”

Leon’s hands clenched as he reported. He couldn’t help but recall the poor state of the ‘slaves’, saying what he had seen about their condition.

First, they arrived bloodied and pitiful, showing signs that they had definitely suffered during the war.

He noted the differences between the injuries of the men and the women. The men had their faces beaten up, and their bodies were full of bruises. The women… looked relatively clean, but the way they walked—how they dragged their bodies—with some of them bleeding just down their legs, gave them an idea of what happened.

Their wounds remained untreated the whole time and their paths traced a line of blood. They were taken directly to the slum area near the other gate. It was a place of makeshift houses with no amenities at all. There were no toilets and their food was placed in troughs—very much like what would be seen in a pig sty.

Further, all of them were obviously exhausted but pushed themselves to not be left behind. Why? Because being left behind would mean they would be whipped by the Aborigines! Worse, they also saw their own Terrans—though mostly Fargo’s men—do the same.

What the heck!

Benny outright punched the ground, while another blonde soldier—a middle-aged man named Ken—just cursed his heart out.

“Those are our people! How dare they allow those Aborigines to treat them like that! And even do the same!”

The others cursed as well, regretting how they couldn’t take away the token during the war. The plan was, during the war, they would take advantage of the chaos to take Fargo’s life. A lot of them were fully prepared to sacrifice for it.

It was just that not only did Fargo stay in the territory—he pretty much stayed in his abode with his harem. He also surrounded himself with strong guards.

It was basically impossible to get to him even if they killed themselves.

Silence reigned the room for a while until they felt a shift in a soldier who was lying down the bed. He shifted, suddenly sitting up with red eyes.

“My son! How could they do this!” He yelled. The man’s name was Rasso, one of Victor’s men. When he looked around and saw it was just them, he sobbed outright.

He had just woken up from being fainted by one of the others, as he had gone a bit insane when he saw Fargo’s bully his teenage son.

The others stopped him of course, even if they were dying to fight alongside him.

Attacking the guards now would just get them incarcerated, and incarnation meant uselessness in the overall plans. They had so many things to achieve, so many people to meet again, how could they compromise that?

Victor and Henry looked at each other and sighed, feeling heavy. Not only had they missed the opportunity to get rid of Fargo, now they had to watch him enjoy his regime through the suffering of thousands of others.

But they gathered themselves quickly—a quality of good soldiers—and looked at the men who went to watch the progress of the war. “Detail what happened.”

“They defeated a pretty strong territory, it seems. It’s just that they did some underhanded tricks to win so cleanly.”

Victor nodded, “What are they using all the captives for?”

Terrans didn’t use slaves, for the most part, and it just felt… wrong to still be using the word ‘slave’.

In any case, the ‘slaves’ were taken directly to an area near a new gate, and he just knew they were going to be used for something.

“They found a lime deposit a few days back,” Santos—another one of Garan’s members, an earth swordsman—reported.

“It seems like someone had fallen into a sinkhole, realizing there was a huge network of caves underneath.”

“There were monsters similar to bats—only much larger, and poisonous—and a lot of people died. However, one of the survivors happened to have worked with lime before and reported his findings.”

“After careful study, the experts in the territory determined that it was indeed, limestone.”

The soldiers didn’t speak for a while. Limestone… was indeed an important resource in the hands of those who could manage it.

This was basically a treasure chest if they sold it, and if they decided to use it in the territory, too many things could change.

“In their mind… the Slaves—the captives—came just in time.”

“What do we do now, then? Wait another month? And what are the chances we could get to him by that time?”

While they bide their time, the enemy was only getting stronger. How could they even rest?

The room was tense.

What could they do?