After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Abandonment
It was chaos all around the territory, whether it was within the interior walls or the outer ones. After all, the condition of winning the war was to keep most of the attackers from entering the main walls.

In the outer wall, two aborigines were already preparing to leave prematurely. While the regulations would allow them to leave without repercussion if they had lost enough health during the war or a mob, they really didn’t want to stay for much longer—even if it meant their month would be unpaid.

The people here certainly left nothing to miss.

They didn’t want to be ordered around by these jerks any longer. And these people got worse when they caught up with their levels.

While it was shocking—how relatively fast these people leveled up—that was all muted by how arrogant they became afterwards!

Those who were at the bottom of the ladder back when they first arrived now acted as if they were lords in whatever area they were assigned to!

Of course, they had seen worse in the other territories they’ve been in—so that couldn’t be the reason for their premature abandonment.

It wasn’t fear of becoming slaves either. Both of them were residents of towns (they still paid for it monthly), even if they didn’t live there.

Rather, they were leaving because of… curiosity.

At this, they turned to look at yet another fight going on in a nearby street.

The enemy team still had teams comprising of hundreds of people going around, looking for ways over the wall and away from the sentries. While it wouldn’t be easy, their solid teamwork and camaraderie had prevented any deaths even after so long.

If anyone was injured, they’d be healed and protected. During battles, they would defend each other, and their attacks were well-timed and powerful.

This was in stark contrast to the guards hunting them. They were at least twice or thrice the number, yet dying one by one.

And more importantly, the two of them had seen the attackers. There were a few familiar faces there. Those were their heroes! How could they fight them?

And… they couldn’t help but think: what kind of territory did these heroic figures serve so wholeheartedly?

“Where are you going?” Mogi asked Rona, who was also fully packed and ready to go.

Rona pursed her lips, awkwardly looking at the fight, eyes brightening a bit when someone pummeled a guard she found particularly annoying.

She actually didn’t have a home. After registering in a town to protect herself from slavery—paying the monthly temporary residency fee—she just went from territory to territory that hired her. Going to another village would also just risk of the same.

Besides, due to their premature abandonment, they would no longer be under the employ of the Chancery, at least for several moons. This would expose them to various risks that the lack of the chancery’s protection might cause.

The two aborigines watched a bit more before looking at each other. “I’m curious about a place. What about you?”

“I am.”

“Shall we take a look?”

“I’m… not sure,” Mogi said, conflicted. After all, he could just wait for the war to be over and then take a look after this month’s tenure was done, right?

However, in Xeno, there was a stigma of working for a territory another went to war with. While the territories themselves wouldn’t see this information, the chancery would and then they’d be tagged as questionable hires.

After all, it would mean they had likely betrayed the former territory, and the chancery didn’t take kindly to this at all.

“Shall we go look for their array?”

“And then?” Mogi looked at her, “What if someone was waiting to greet enemies there? Wanna get shot?”

“I…” Rona paused. “I… want to see.”

Mogi sighed, “Well, I get your point.”

This made the woman look at him with brighter eyes, knowing she was very near convincing this workmate of hers!

It was at this moment that they heard screams from the fight. They saw their guards take a person, as if by hostage, and immediately the attacks on him halted.

Mogi and Rona were a little startled, but not too surprised considering what they’ve seen of their characters so far.

They weren’t pushovers either. Before the enemy could take advantage of the lull, Luis’ palms immediately emblazoned in fire as he lunged forward, rescuing a teammate—who was obviously not a guard—from the hands of an enemy.

He was immediately surrounded, but his team immediately attacked—without hesitation—and started a battle royale.

Their steps paused and they couldn’t help but watch in fascination. Not only were they learning a lot, they were also a bit enlightened.

Many times, they would think, ‘Ah, so there was this way to fight.’

The Alterans coordinated very well and they had each other’s backs althroughout, and this was something they had not seen in such a large scale before.

Sure, there were teammates or pairs that worked well, but an entire population? No, never.

In fact, there were more aggressive Alterans who seemed to be about to get hit in their rush to attack, but immediately they would be shielded from harm, and then they’d handle that enemy with the newcomer.

In any case, the more the aborigines watched, the more they realized a lot of the aggressive people weren’t being stupid and careless. They could attack their hearts out—in an attempt to cause as much damage as they could—only because they trusted that their teammates had their backs.

It was all quite fascinating until, somewhere along a fight, an Alteran was thrown in their direction.

BANG!

“DOG!” A woman yelled, worried.

“I’ll be fine! Continue!” he yelled and the teammates reluctantly turned back to deal with the enemy as fast as they could.

The man they called ‘Dog’ landed on a street next to where they were watching, so the aborigines curiously walked over to see if he could still stand or if he was just being brave.

They flinched when the lad then immediately sat up. They watched as he heaved a deep breath and took out a potion. He turned in their direction as he drank, looking at them guardedly and very much ready to attack the moment they made their move.

“Enemy?” he asked, gulping the potion down carelessly.

“No, we’re going away,”

“I see…” he mumbled, absorbing the effect of the potions and slowly stood up.

Mogi, a guard, looked at him with narrowed eyes, looking at the young lad’s figure and stance. He noticed that the particularly skilled and strong people among the Alterans had the uniforms on.

“Why don’t you have uniforms? Are they only given to the strong?”

Dog looked at him weirdly. What a weird question to ask. “That’s for guards.”

Also, did he just imply he was weak? Jerk.

The man didn’t seem to realize he had offended Dog. They just flinched when they realized he wasn’t a guard. “You’re not a guard?”

“No,” the man looked at him weirdly again, and they couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. “Most of us aren’t.”

“That’s…” Rona couldn’t help but count the many Alterans in their area alone—which were apparently comprised mostly of civilians.

“Why don’t you use slaves?”

“Altera doesn’t use slaves,” he said as if it was the clearest fact, before turning to ignore them. He lunged forward as soon as he felt somewhat recovered, and rejoined the fight with renewed passion.

The aborigines’ eyes fixed on the fight once more, hearts beating fast, their decision to go through the array cemented to stone.

They wanted to see what kind of territory would have its citizens so willing to go to a war for it!