After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Slavery (Part 2)
TRIGGER WARNING! Rape, but it will be the LAST ONE from what I gathered. I’m sorry for detailing them so often. I felt it was necessary, but I promise that now that the tone is set, there shouldn’t be any more.

The scene is located in the beginning or so. Try not to skip the other parts though, they’re important~

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The guards continued their shift, playing with one or two slaves at a time. At some point a few people buckled, their bodies pushed beyond the limit.

The guards sneered and one of them stood up, kicking the man. “You better stand up now or we’ll throw you to monsters as bait!” He yelled, and the man could only groan under his hits, unable to move an inch.

“Please stop it!” The voice of a woman sounded behind them. It was a pretty young woman with short hair.

She was holding a small box. She obviously wanted to run to the man, but then she saw the intimidating figures of the guards between them, and her feet paused.

The man on the ground flinched. He couldn’t move, but he heard the familiar voice and his already-dying heart fell even more. “No, honey, get back!!”

The woman’s eyes lined with tears, but she gathered herself quickly. She looked at the men with poise, trying to hide the fact that she was shivering. “I… I’ve come to bring my husband food, as we agreed upon.

“Please, don’t torture him anymore!”

The men looked at the woman with smiles on their faces. “How brave. You wanna be a slave too?” One man said, and the other one laughed out loud.

“We’re already kind enough to let you feed him!” Of course, this was also at the cost of paying the guards a ton of money for every meal she sneaked in.

The woman sniffled and she looked heartbroken as she saw her husband struggling to move his body, no doubt to warn her away.

Knowing she wasn’t doing anything to help, she just stepped forward and handed over the food like what she had done the past few meals as soon as she found her husband.

Although he came to her territory as a slave, at least he was alive, and that was what mattered.

But she saw how he couldn’t move anymore and pursed her lips, gathering courage. She looked at the men as she manifested a couple of silver in her hands. “Let me feed him, please.”

The men grinned and took the money, nodding their heads and she immediately ran to her husband, trying to hold back tears.

“Go. Please go…” he mumbled, voice cracking.

“No, let me feed you,” she said, “You’d need energy to keep working,” she said. For now, it was the only way he could retain his life!

The man watched her patiently as she fed her husband, patting his head gently and then wiping away her tears. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” She said and her husband sobbed as he looked at her.

“Please, just go,” he said, and she stood up, leaving the place with a broken heart.

Unexpectedly, her arm was grabbed just as she passed the group of guards.

“Eh, nevermind,” the leader—a man named Peko—said, licking his lips. “I already showed enough favoritism to my favorite news anchor! Loved that segment you showed with the spaceship that had never been used!”

In fact, the woman had been brave enough to repeatedly ask for favors because of this. However, she still overestimated herself in the end.

Peko looked at her, his eyes greedily tracing her body. “Now I wanna taste ya~”

“What—No!!” She yelled and the next thing she knew she was on the ground, surrounded and being groped by various men.

“KYAA!”

“Honey!!” The man yelled, trying to crawl to them. It looked extremely pitiful and the guards who saw only laughed at him.

The other slaves around flinched and shut their eyes, doing their jobs and pretending nothing was happening.

There was one man though, who was bleeding from gritting his teeth.

The man was Bruce. At this time, he was covered with dried blood, but silently enduring.

With gritted teeth, he swung the axe—modified by himself to serve more like a pickaxe—trying to ignore the cries around him.

Trying to stand up to others could only get them killed—as were many of the now-corpses nearby. He couldn’t die. He still needed to get back to his daughter!

Pak! Pak! Pak!

“STOP IT! WUUU…” The desperate yells echoed across the cave. “HELP ME! HONEY! THOMAS! HELP!!”

The man sobbed as he crawled towards where his wife was being violated. “STOP IT! YOU BASTARDS!”

The men laughed and continued doing what they had been doing, only with more gusto. They had already destroyed much of her clothing at this point.

“Vivian! Vivian!!” The man yelled, repeatedly and to the top of his lungs. It was the only thing he could do with his body refusing to move at all.

His yelling annoyed the guards and he immediately received a strong kick—one that pushed him a meter away. “So noisy!”

Vivian—now naked—saw what was being done to her husband. She temporarily forgot her own pain, begging desperately.

“NO DON’T KILL HIM! Wuuu—”

The men didn’t actually plan on killing him. They were instructed not to kill slaves at will—after all, they needed the labor. At least, they had to make them useful as cannon fodder, never kill them uselessly.

“Then be quiet!”

Vivian pursed her lips and could only shut her eyes as a man positioned himself above her. A guard licked his lips, before glaring at a couple of slaves that had been distracted.

“Hey! Aren’t you going back to work?!”

The slaves who stopped working in the chaos were yelled at. The slave driver looked at Bruce, who was holding his axe tightly. “Why? You wanna hit me? HUH?” He pointed his finger on his forehead, pushing. “Huh?”

Bruce’s fist clenched, trying not to do anything. Of course, as a slave, he wouldn’t be able to, but he sure wanted to try.

“Your face is annoying. Go back to work!” Peko yelled. He then kicked the husband to the wall, making him lose consciousness.

Peko spat on him, though not before kicking one more time. “Tsk. Too noisy. We should cut your tongue.”

This comment sent shivers down every slave’s spine and they resumed working, ignoring the yells of the poor woman behind them.

On the contrary, they worked even harder—as if in attempts to drown the woman’s cries with the noise of their jobs.

As such, amidst Vivian’s cries and sobs, the sound of working mixed in. In the ears of the slave driver, it was the sound of efficiency.

Pak! Pak!

“Wuuu… wuuu…”

After what felt like forever, the men finally felt satisfied, releasing with heavy grunts. The woman slowly rose up with a tear-stricken face. She looked in the direction of her husband but immediately looked away, ashamed.

She ran away then, unsure if she would ever be able to face her husband again.

This didn’t matter at all to the satisfied men who turned back to their slaves, some of whom stopped working again. They could give orders to continue working indefinitely, but apparently, that had the unfortunate limit of the person’s physical strength.

So, occasionally, they had to reiterate orders like how you’d tap machines that stopped working properly.

“HEY! GET BACK TO WORK!”

The mining resumed in ‘peace’ where the slave drivers were happily watching them suffer again, all while producing the rocks for them.

However, some time later, one miner hit a very hard surface.

Ting!

The man paused, eyebrows furrowed. With shaky arms, he tried to hit the area again, although at a slightly different spot.

Ting!

He was confused and it wasn’t helping that he was dead-tired and hungry.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Peko yelled when they realized the person hadn’t moved for a while.

The man looked at them with a confused face. “It’s too hard,” he said, raising his axe and hitting the spot again.

Ting!

“I— I can’t!”

“Bump your head through it, I wanna see how hard it is.” One laughed and the others followed.

“HAHHAHHAH! You’re so funny!”

“Seriously though,” Peko said, looking at the pale slave. “Do it.”

They made him bump himself, over and over, until he was bloodied and his body could no longer take it. His knee buckled and fell down, bleeding on his head.

“Tsk, weakling.”

One of them looked closer at the bloodied wall. “Hey, boss, I think there’s something underneath.”

Peko’s eyebrows rose as he looked closer. There, they saw streaks of vibrant green and reddish-brown.

Someone nearby gasped and he looked at him. It was a relatively old man who had been handling a nearby area. Peko narrowed his eyes. “You!” he said, “Stop that and come here.”

The old man shivered and looked at the piece of rock again. Seeing recognition in his eyes, Peko immediately shook him.

“Say! What is it?”

The man shivered. “Reddish brown with green hues… a metallic sheen… it hints at the presence of copper minerals.”

This made the men flinch. Copper?!

Peko immediately looked at the nearby slaves, making them move to this spot.

“GO! DIG MORE!” He yelled and the slaves obediently lined up to do as told.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

It was naturally much harder to get an ore and the slaves worked extremely densely for a while before a piece was extracted.

He then showed it to the old man, who was temporarily exempted from digging since they needed his knowledge. They showed him the ore and the men watched him closely.

The man did his best to concentrate and, after a while of torturous study, he confirmed that it was, indeed, copper.

At this, the men brightened in celebration.

“COPPER!” “SHITT!

“WE HAVE COPPER!”

Although they were not highly educated, they still knew the value of these resources.

How lucky!