After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 565

Chapter 565: Traversing Fargo Village (Part 1)
The man’s roar still made the people scared. Even when he couldn’t move, the associations—their fear, their weaknesses—were there.

They had never met the Alteran people nor had they tested the effectivity of the potions either. What if suddenly it didn’t work anymore?

Fortunately, Volohov still remembered the plan, and he looked at his companions, nodding at them. At this, the nurses and doctors immediately went outside.

“HEY! DON’T RUN!!” The guards yelled, the men standing up while scratching their whole bodies. Some people fell down on the floor though, unable to handle the itchiness, only ending up trying to grind themselves on the floor like idiots.

The others were a bit stronger and shakily followed the nurses outside. They were very slow because their feet were too damned itchy! “BASTARDS!”

“They definitely have the cure!”

One by one, the guards filed out with gritted teeth and reddish skins, leaving those who were paralyzed behind.

“HEY! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” Rip, Tin, and a few others yelled out. They shook their bodies to get out, but those who managed to move enough simply fell down the bed, moving like disabled worms.

“HEY! COME BACK!”

“OI!”

They yelled and yelled, but none would return, leaving them there.

…

Outside the forty or so guards who were extremely uncomfortable with their own skin, murderously looking for the doctors, found themselves separated into different alleys and houses around the area.

By the time they got out of the clinic, there was no sign of the doctors, the nurses, or anybody else. Their strategies were to break into various houses to check if they were there or if the people knew where they were.

In their extreme discomfort and arrogance, they had forgotten that they were extremely weakened and could barely move other than to scratch their own bodies.

They separated into certain areas. “LET US IN!” He yelled, shakily knocking on the door as intensely as he could. “LET US INNN!!!”

And the door opened. With gritted teeth, the group entered, eyes filled with bloodlust.

They didn’t even question how easily they entered the houses in their muddled states. Before, the citizens would at least question or beg for them not to enter—primarily because this meant someone was going to get hurt.

It was completely suspicious they entered without even a bit of that, and when they realized it, the door shut closed and they were already surrounded by various citizens, all looking at the hatefully.

“What…”

Soon, the dawn of understanding entered their muddled heads and they ran towards the door, barrelling and pushing aside whoever tried getting in their way.

However, most of these guards had no weapons anymore, were extremely weakened, and were very uncomfortable. They were no match for the groups of citizens who were out for their blood!

In each group, it was the same. They ganged up on the trespassers, kicking them, punching them, and doing whatever attack they could do at their pitiful levels.

“What—” the man yelled as he received several kicks on the body. “Do you not know you could also be slaves if we lost, huh?”

“Slaves in other territories are probably better than staying under your rule!” One yelled, proceeding to kick him on the groin.

“AHHHH!” his body twitched in pain and the others continued beating him up until he was unconscious if not dead.

This happened in a few houses and alleys. Of course, there were also those who noticed the aberrations and turned back in time—as they always did—and even ran back to the clinic to get the stronger teammates they left to die.

Too bad they were still mobbed to death—mobbed to death by the very people they used to step on.

…

The screams and yells of men naturally entered the clinic and the ears of the men helplessly frozen in place.

“What… what’s happening?” Tin asked, forcing himself to move. He happened to be one of the people on the floor, and he was trying to crawl somewhere else like the worm that he was.

Seeing as another person was getting near the exit—even if it was at the rate of an inch per minute—Rip started to panic a bit more. Obviously, this was a trap, and there were people who would deal with them should they stay!

“Shit… shit… shit…” He cursed as he tried to wiggle out of the bed. One of the other two had managed to do so and fell down on his face. He groaned for a moment before sucking it up and started crawling as well.

Rip was in a corner and he was positioned by the wall. It was much more difficult for him to do the same maneuver.

“Ah, don’t try to move too much. It’d just cause internal strain and may even cause permanent damage,” A new voice said and they turned their heads—some with great difficulty—to see who it was.

It was the Tacky trio, of course, who entered with smiles on their faces.

“It really works. So great,” he said and his friends chuckled. Baka even went ahead and poked one on the floor. He wiggled wildly, but otherwise couldn’t do anything about it.

“Amazing. As expected of them.”

Crow had lent them a few drops of a paralysis potion they all had in emergencies. Crow didn’t want people to be hurt for the mission and thus gave them some tools to safeguard their lives.

Fargo’s men were hateful, but many of them weren’t exactly weak against normal civilians like they were.

Anyway, seeing a few drops work wonders was already amazing and it raised Altera’s place in their minds even more.

Of course, Crow did say the effect was limited, especially to stronger individuals so they decided not to dilute it and targeted those level 7 and above.

Rip, in particular, looked particularly mad at them. “YOU! What are you doing here!?”

His eyes turned red, recalling how these kids and those enemies destroyed his group!

How did they find him here so quickly?!