After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 856

Chapter 856: Dealing with Shrao
Shiro gritted his teeth as he stood up, raised his weapon, and pointed it to Ansel. He was livid, though he remained prideful and poised, which was actually a little impressive. “We are your subsidiary village, was there a need to hurt us so much?”

The other guards also got up, their weapons up, also glaring at him and the rest of the Alterrans. If they continued to attack, they’d just keep getting punished bit by bit until they were spent. If it wasn’t going to trigger anything, then what was the point?

Ansel looked at them, crossing his arms. “It’s exactly why we don’t want a war to trigger. We’re not maniacs who like to attack random territories.”

“…”

What to do? This was making them even angrier!

Ansel was apparently not done annoying people though.

“But… we decided we didn’t want to pay for the ‘slaves’ after all. We needed to show what we can do first, right?”

“What do you want?” Shiro asked after taking a deep, deep breath. He realized these people were just bullying them to get something!

“We want all of our citizens for free. That’s all,” Ansel said, like a handsome gangster. “Do that without question and we will leave you alone.

“We assure you: You don’t want to have an all-out war with us.”

Althea said it wasn’t ideal either. It was getting warm. The heat wave could happen any time soon. What if they were outside when it happened?

Shiro looked at them and sighed. “Very well. We will release all former citizens of Vismont to you without cost.”

“Where’s Cain?” A somber young man yelled, and he realized him as one of the people he encountered back then.

“Oh right, and the man called Cain.”

This made Shiro hesitate a bit. Cain had long made an oath of loyalty to him—otherwise, why would he keep him? The man promised that he’d give all the information he needed about these people, their culture, and what he knew about the technology back there. How many others would be willing to do so?

Even if they were willing, how much did they know? For instance, the current Terran slaves. Compared to Cain, the information they had was too limited and shallow! Cain, on the other hand, had an array of strategies in his mind that even Shiro found useful to learn from.

Ansel’s eyebrows rose when he saw this. “You just found a home. Is it worth it to risk it for that one vile man?” he asked. “Choose quickly. It’s too hot and my hands are getting itchy.”

Wow. This type of bullying was kind of fun, but he quickly shook his head of that thought.

Dangerous thoughts, dangerous thoughts…

“Anyway, get Cain in front of us now, or we’ll beat you up so much you’d be willing to spend all your gold and level just to defend against us.”

It wasn’t that they hadn’t investigated the bastard’s location before attacking, but they really couldn’t find him after they sneaked in. He must’ve gotten a whiff of what was happening—that sharp bastard—and hid himself.

Shiro looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, his jaw clenched. After a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he looked at one of his men.

They nodded in understanding and split up, heading to different areas in the territory.

Group by group, Terrans were hauled in. These were both slaves and those who weren’t.

They looked weak and sad, they were hungry and thirsty (they were fed but understandably not much), but most had their limbs intact.

When they saw Ansel and the others they sobbed, some losing strength in their legs as they ran towards him.

Saved! Finally saved!

It wasn’t entirely smooth though. Some guards arrived some minutes later, pale, sweaty, and anxious. This was Joe and Lee, and they were amongst those assigned to get Cain.

Their appearance made Ansel frown. “What’s going on?”

They took deep breaths before they could tell him the news. “Cain… he’s gone!”

…

Cain heaved a deep breath as he exited the village walls. The moment he saw someone from Alterra, he had a bad feeling and he immediately went to the opposite gate after some basic disguise.

Fortunately, Alterra didn’t send too many people and he managed to sneak out.

Cain finally stepped out of that place, which was a pity because it was too dangerous to be outside a territory in this world. He had managed to fill up his space with supplies, hopefully this was enough for him to get by.

He had always managed to escape whatever came his way. He was blessed and lucky in this way. He believed he could just find another territory—

Oof!

His train of thought was interrupted when he suddenly lost his balance. He was about to catch himself to soften his fall when small feet kicked his hand. He wasn’t able to react fast enough, causing him to fall down face first.

Bam!

“Ough!!”

He spat on the soil that entered his mouth and he raised his head to see a young boy who was looking coldly at him.

Immediately, he activated his ability but was pushed back by a strong gust of wind.

“Horus, don’t dirty your hands so early,” Eagle said, and he pulled back the boy with his one good arm, knowing that Cain was an elementalist.

Cain sneered and summoned his ability again but then he found that he could not move. At all.

“What?”

Little Horus smirked and showed him a bottle. Whatever was inside had paralyzed him.

“Paralysis potion,” he said. Horus used his ability to sneak on him, and even douse him a potion when he fell down.

He couldn’t go closer though and his collar was held by Eagle. He pouted when he looked up, earning a soft smile from the one-handed man.

“Leave the killing to the adults,” he said. “So many people want to kill him, after all.” Speaking of that, he had also kindly sent a notification for the people inside, telling them where Cain was. It was estimated the people who hated his guts—like Crow—were on the way here, as well.

Cain gritted his teeth, trying to move, but for now, he was only able to move his fingers a bit. His eyes sharpened, trying his best to move the rest of his body.

Sadly, he wasn’t able to do much because dainty feet appeared, stepping on his hand.

“AGHHHH!” He yelled, his body flinching a bit as the pain shocked his core. It was harder now that he was paralyzed, because it felt like his body absorbed the pain even more.

The feet twisted and sent him more and more jolts of pain, and he was unable to lift his head up for a few moments because of it.

He forced himself to look—his head able to turn a bit—and he gritted his teeth as he did so. He glared at the woman who stepped on him, surprised to see it was an old acquaintance.

“Long time no see, Cain,” Juni said, her velvety voice cool but her eyes were dark. “How does it feel to be the one helpless and unable to move this time?”