After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Raine
Berry City, Many Years Ago

The rain poured relentlessly down the city, with each drop seeming to echo the despair that hung heavy in the night air.

At this time, a young androgynous brunette tried to look tough as she glared at the man in front of her. He was large and bulky, though he was wearing a sleek black suit that added to the menacing aura around him.

Her sharp eyes flickered to the envelope in his hand, bulging with money. Because of the rain, it also got a little damp, and one could peek at the bales of money inside it.

To most people, this was an enticing sight. But for the girl, it was nothing but disgusting pieces of paper filled with her father’s blood.

“Take it,” the man said, looking down coldly—looking at her as if she was a bug he was about to get rid of.

“You think money could bring my father back?!” she spat, her voice trembling with grief and rage.

How dare they?! How dare they try to buy her silence! They ran over her father!!

“Raine,” the lawyer—her lawyer, mind you—tried to talk her into taking the deal. His voice was kind, but his eyes showed no warmth, “The young master is already very kind giving you this.”

She whipped her head to him, looking at him in disbelief. “You!”

“Even if you don’t take it, nothing will change. Only you’d be hungry.”

“No! I will put that young master of yours in jail!” She cried out, voice cracking.

The lawyer’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “You realize his mother is a congresswoman while his father is a billionaire, right?”

“No! There is Justice! People will see—”

The lawyer sighed and looked in a direction. This small look sent alarms to her instincts and it sent shivers down her spine.

She wanted to turn and run away, but it was too late. The next thing she knew, Raine was taken out of the rain and into an alley.

They beat her mercilessly, the pain of broken bones and the sting of open wounds mingled with the rain and her tears. She struggled hard no matter how painful, hoping someone would hear her pleas.

But she felt her hair pulled strongly, followed by a harsh hiss on her ears. “Make a scene and it’ll be so much worse,” they told her, and they proceeded on beating her up again.

BANG! PAK!

When it was over, the men spat at her, though not without kicking her again. She could only groan as she felt the patter of rain hit her body. It wasn’t even strong rain, but each drop felt incredibly painful.

For hours, it rained, and no one passed by the alley. Even if there was, they would be too busy or distracted to avoid the rain.

She was woken up from her painful daze when the rain stopped and the ray of the first light reached the narrow alley.

That was when she realized: In order to have a better life, you always had to grab the power yourself. At the very least, find a way to take it away from her enemies.

That young master was a queer, this she knew. It so happened that she had always been androgynous, which was also comfortable and convenient when she was doing a lot of part-time jobs. So, she had been dressing up completely as a man.

She also pulled her few connections and got a job at a host club. With her appearance, she quickly gained popularity and entered the high ranks after less than a year.

Her appearance happened to be his favourite type, and after a lot of hard work and scheming, she got into his circle.

In less than a week after that, she would get him drunk—so drunk that he and his friends would be found in a ditch, all dead, the very next day. She also released some incriminating video evidence of him confessing of his murders.

Except ‘confess’ was not the right word—because he was smug about getting away with it.

It went on the news as the biggest scandal of that year—affecting his entire family.

She watched it repeatedly on the television as she held her father’s ashes. Only then did she feel that he finally rested in peace.

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Present. Belluga Village.

Raine looked at the token in her hand, various emotions simmering inside of her.

To be honest, the power she had before wasn’t bad. She basically had the power of the lord, without the direct control of the panel.

She managed to do this by becoming the perfect doll for Kimmy.

Similarly, Raine realized that Kimmy had a few ‘husbands’, but these husbands were handsome but wouldn’t want to have sex with her, like the couple Suide and Orland.

There was also Tugo who was pretty much a eunuch, and another one named Virgo who was just an asexual man who only knew to draw random numbers.

When Raine found out that Kimmy didn’t want anything sexual, she nourished it along with the others. They played with her and acted as she wanted, making sure she was spiritually satisfied and distracted enough not to want more from them.

For the others, he would gently guide them away, for their own safety as well as for herself. For instance, the famous Idol Fable. The main reason he could get back to Alterra so smoothly had a lot to do with Raine.

However, Kimmy was also very spontaneous. What if she grew tired of them? What if she decided to change?

It always felt like walking on a thin ridge—that she could roll down a steep mountain at a blow of the wind.

And this token felt like an anchor.

She looked at poor Kimmy whose eyes were glazed, but red from crying. Her heart tingled in pity for someone she saw as a friend and he patted her head.

“Don’t worry Kimmy, I will protect our home.”