After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 657

Chapter 657: Fall of Juno Village
Gurnam tried moving at the periphery of the battles, helping those he could without sacrificing his own life. He did notice that while the enemies were enjoying killing a bit, things didn’t turn to an outward massacre.

Harsh torture yes, but at least most people were kept alive.

Except for those who caused even a bit of trouble, anyway. Even if it was just a bit of struggle, as soon as they annoyed the enemies, they would get killed immediately.

As a result, the citizens could only fear for their lives—choosing to either run away or freeze in place, begging for mercy.

Gurnam gritted his teeth at the sight, but he couldn’t just jump over and try to shake the cowardice away from his fellowmen, right? Was that even possible at this point? Might as well throw himself to a slaughterhouse!

Despite all this though, Gurnam continued to rescue the companions that he could, trying not to alert the enemies—who, by the way, seemed to be rounding people up.

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” A middle-aged man yelled as he got dragged in a direction. He was struggling to go to the opposite side, trying to stretch his arms somewhere beyond his reach.

“My daughter!” He yelled and Gurnam turned his head to follow his sights, seeing a woman being pulled by the hair.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She screamed, similarly reaching her arms. This annoyed the man pulling her, who then raised his arm to ‘settle her down’.

SLAP!

“QUIET!” the aborigine yelled, making the woman sob. Seeing her like this, her father growled and screamed—intensifying his struggles to get back to his daughter.

The man was obviously the type ‘causing trouble’ and the annoyed aborigine raised his sword, prepared to kill.

The woman—whose eyes were fixed on her father—saw his inevitable death and her heart clenched in fear.

“DADDDDYYY!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, barely noticing another slap coming her way.

It was at this moment that Gurnam appeared like a hero, stepping forward with his sword, slashing while he pulled the man towards him.

Gurnam pushed him to the corner so he could focus on the aborigine, though when a few more noticed him, he immediately stepped back, ready to run.

His peripheral vision caught sight of the man he just rescued and realized he was following his daughter regardless. Gurnam cursed, but he knew he had already done his part, focusing on defending himself instead.

In fact, being able to defend for so long against many aborigines was already extremely impressive. But as a father, William naturally couldn’t stay still while his daughter was being dragged away.

He found a broken sword and desperately ran through the fights to get to her. They were rounding up women at this time, his daughter merely one of them.

As soon as he was near, he immediately threw one of the weapons with low durability in the direction of his daughter’s kidnapper. William happened to be very good at darts.

“AH!” the aborigine yelled as the blade successfully hit him. Of course, it was only a shallow wound—but it sure annoyed the heck out of the man, at least enough to let go of his daughter’s hair and target him instead.

William watched as the enemy approached him, shakily prepping for a fight.

It was just that the man didn’t take out weapons at all. He just punched him with his bare hands. In a close fight, William stood no chance.

Not only was William a typical middle-aged man with the classic beer belly (despite the fact that he hadn’t had a decent meal for days), the enemy was 3 levels higher than he was! The man was at level 11, which seemed to be the slightly-above average strength in most villages.

BANG!

Pak! Bang!

The aborigine continued to punch and kick William until his vision blurred, but he was helpless to even shield himself with his own arms.

“DADDY!” His young daughter yelled, sobbing. William’s heart clenched as he heard his princess’ sobs, and suddenly none of his wounds was quite as painful.

This energized him a bit more, willing him to stand up despite the incessant punching and kicking all around him.

It was just that—just before he could even sit up—the familiar ding sounded inside their heads.

[Your territory, Juno Village (Lv3) has lost to Inko Village (Lv3).]

“FINALLY!” The aborigines yelled with evil grins, while the citizens of Juno could only freeze, and frankly it felt like their lives were passing by their heads as well.

However, a few were partially relieved. At least now, these people would leave… right? This war was finally over, right??

Another ding echoed right after the announcement—but this time, only an unfortunate half could hear it. One of these unlucky people happened to be William himself.

[You have been designated as one of the Inko Village Winnings. You have now become a slave.]

The incessant attacks on his body stopped then and everyone was at a standstill.

William’s mind reeled at the announcement. He could read it, but his mind refused to understand. He was frozen on the ground, unable to stand up for now, and he didn’t even notice he wasn’t being hit anymore.

He looked up to see an aborigine looming over him, staring at him in interest.

“You a slave?” he asked, but without waiting for an answer he gave out orders to test directly. “Punch yourself.”

And it was like he was compelled to do so—without meaning to, William felt his hands move, and he did punch himself. Bang!

“Again!”

BANG!

“Again!”

He did this over and over, and the aborigine’s smile was wider than when he was attacking him himself!

William’s mind was very confused, feeling that he had lost control of his body!

Tears pooled in his eyes. He had been trying to fight no matter how weak he was, but what was this now? He couldn’t even have his own body?

What is going on?!