After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 615

Chapter 615: Executions
The two of them halted in front of two specific men—and they were known to be very active in bedding the women in the mercenary Hall. One had no legs, while the other also had no arms. They were both bloodied and cursing.

“BITCH! LET US GO!”

“GO AWAY!”

They yelled when they saw a familiar sight. They actually looked happy to see her—as if remembering the time they had power and were looming over her.

Yiyi also remembered—her body did—and she let go of the knife and immediately shivered. Before she could scream, Jake immediately took her to his arms, patting her back.

“You can do it, Yiyi,” Jake said, encouraging. She had to face them now. If they died before she could do so, a shadow could remain in her heart.

He took a deep breath and separated the two of them. He gently patted her head and turned her to face the monsters, who spit at them, hoping it reached Yiyi. He wanted to see if she’d react as if she was burned.

Jake frowned and BANG!

He punched them both in the face. It was not so strong, but strong enough that their remaining teeth fell off!

“AHHHH!”

“YOU BASTARDD!!”

“DIE, YOU—HNG!”

Jake covered their mouth with a random dirty cloth, and the other Alterans took the signal and did the same with the others. This way they couldn’t taunt or spit at anyone anymore. They should’ve done that before, but they wanted the victims to hear their perpetrators’ pleas and screams.

Anyway, Jake held Yiyi’s shoulder as he put her in front of him. He had the knife in hand, placing it on her small palms once again.

Only those who were fit to do so by the Psychiatrist Doctor Ward (who didn’t queue because her perpetrator was Belize) were allowed to hold the knives, of course. They wouldn’t want anyone slashing at their own wrists, after all.

“Yiyi, I know you’re scared, but doing this would help other girls avoid the same fate as you did. You can help them,” he said and his peripheral view caught sight of the crowd.

“And look behind you. If you don’t take this leap, many others wouldn’t, too.”

“But…”

“I believe you.”

Yiyi pursed her lips, holding tightly at the knife. Jake smiled and arranged her hold of the knife. At first, he would guide her on how to do the thousand slashes.

“The trick was, not to stab them too much,” he told her. “It’s always just to make gashes all over their body so they would be covered in wounds, much like what their victims had to endure.”

Yiyi nodded, tentatively making a slash. At first, her heart pounded in nervousness and fear, recalling the horrendousness she had been through.

Yiyi was soft-hearted and in no way a psychopath, but there was something refreshing about this type of revenge.

It was like slowly, she was getting her agency back…

Anyway, these men weren’t human. What could anyone feel empathic for?

Seeing Yiyi like this, more and more victims moved forward, bravely taking a knife and facing their fears.

After a few minutes, pools of blood had appeared under the men squirming in pain as they were slashed everywhere, bit by bit.

In their intense struggle, some mouth gags fell off, letting the audience hear the screams of big men.

“GYAHHH!”

“IT HURTS!!”

There was like a pig squealing while they were being blooded alive.

Slash, stab, slash again, the prisoners could only yell and scream as they were tortured one by one, without any hope of freedom.

Hundreds of captives were tortured in a similar way, their curses and pleas resounded. To them, it was hell on earth filled with blood but, to the audience, it was an oddly reinvigorating sight.

Only those who were truly victimized were allowed a stab, but everyone else still felt vindictive happiness at the sight of their suffering.

The Alterans were also there, guarding closely in case anyone managed to make trouble, and the Fargo men knew there was no escape.

They yelled and struggled, cursing the world and the Alterans, wishing them the worst of fates, all the way til they lost their strengths. First, they stopped screaming, then they stopped struggling, and then they eventually stopped breathing.

The prisoners still ‘queued’ could only look as the first batch of men were checked for life, one by one.

Surprisingly, one or two were either still alive or just pretending, and the Alterans had their throats slit for good measure.

Drake, seeing as those were settled, nodded. “Next batch.”

The prisoners in line peed their pants, all their arrogance stripped off after watching their old teammates die such horrid deaths.

Would they suffer the same fate? Especially in the hands of the people they had called slaves?!

HELL NO!!

At this, a few people looked at each other, and in an instant those who could run darted in different directions, while those who couldn’t move anymore could only yell at them, begging to be taken.

A lot tried to escape—some crawling away—but were quickly blocked. The Alterans didn’t even have to move, the citizens themselves kicked them back.

BANG!

“AHH!” The fastest man yelled as he was pushed back by several people— people he used to beat up when he wanted to!

How dare they—

But before he could react, he was slapped and kicked and basically mobbed. He tried to struggle off his ropes and gasped when he felt it loosen a bit. His eyes turned red, prepared to make a full run for it!

He wasn’t able to in the end when someone decided to pummel him with a fist.

He was greatly weakened at this time, and that one punch from a person several levels lower than he was was extremely offensive!

“BAST—” before he could curse, an Alteran already walked over to drag him back to the execution platform. He shit on his pants, disgusting everyone.

“No! NO PLEASEE! Don’t kill me!!” he screamed, all arrogance drained to the ground, though his words only fell on deaf ears.

The person who was now dragging him happened to be Jake.

“Did you hear those women’s pleas when you did the same to them?” he asked, eyes dark. “You did not. No, you tortured them even more when they did.

“We’ll just call this, implementing the Circle of Life.”