After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 880

Chapter 880: Rows Village
One of the few territories doing slightly better was located somewhere northeast of Alterra, a village named Rows Village.

While many territories had fallen, many people—native or Terran alike—becoming refugees and having to travel under the burning sun, they had managed to hold on… so far.

This was one of the villages that had thought of corralling the monsters to hunt them more effectively.

They had zoned a certain less-developed area to create an enclosure. While most of the territory still fought against the monsters outside the battlement, they would leave a section unguarded, allowing some monsters to go through.

They also created a gate there because they knew monsters targeted those by instinct, and therefore would pile easily so they could focus their attacks more. The gate would also make it easier for them to get the carcasses inside.

They would kill these monsters as a team, and then distribute it strictly amongst those who fought. They had to implement the martial law, and every one who caused trouble would be kicked out of the territory with no exemptions.

A lot of territories had fallen, especially among the Terrans’, but Rows Village had lasted a relatively longer time due to its wise lord—a wise old man, and a retired major general—and also because of its proximity to a water source.

The man’s name was Faust, an 85-year-old veteran who happened to have old inheritance money in his hands.

He had built the territory next to a shallow stream. If he had a choice back then, he’d have looked for the river as well, but it got too dangerous to do so. Fortunately, it wasn’t too bad because the stream was relatively big.

However, after many days of the heat, the stream had eventually began to dry up and was unable to sustain its thousands and thousands of population. Anyone with eyes could see that it was only a matter of time before there was no more.

They tried to collect as much as they could, though they had to ration their water strictly.

Faust also enforced strict rationing that only allowed one person to buy a bucket of water per day for a relatively high price.

A lot of people died of heatstroke during the first few days, not including the deaths during the small beast tides.

Further, the warehouse had also begun losing the basic wood resources needed to repair the walls. Eventually, they could no longer let monsters inside to farm them, and it was suddenly a lot more difficult to get meat and blood.

After all, the beasts themselves drag away the carcass of their own kin to consume. Unless they wanted to risk their lives and limbs to carry a large monster body above the walls, they knew that it was a lost cause.

To make matters worse, they soon came to realize that finding edible plants was even harder than they initially thought.

The surviving plants inside the walls could only feed so many—at least, the plants which could have an effect on their stomachs. Their health and spirits decreased to a very low baseline, making it very dangerous during battles.

For many people, going out to battle at night meant the risk of dying after a few hits. They didn’t even have to worry about the large monster mouth taking their heads; even one or two slaps would get their HP to 0.

At some point, a lot of people had to go out to scavenge in an attempt to increase these numbers. However, even at dawn or dusk, it was still very difficult.

Unlike aborigines, this was their first extreme heat and their bodies were not used to it, so more people died during the early days. The first ones to die were the low-leveled people and then the few children and old people that had managed to hold on after so long.

People mourned for their loss, but no tears would come out. After all, they were too dried out.

One of the people dying… was the lord himself. At this time, he was laying on the bed, barely moving under the onslaught of the heavy atmospheric heat.

His level wasn’t too high because of the limitations of his age, and he also did not have much time to train because of his position. With a lower average level and old age combined… he was at a gross disadvantage during this period.

“Grandpa… please have some water…” A beautiful young woman said as she produced a bit of water, controlling it over his mouth. For someone who had just entered level 10, this showed exemplary control over her element.

The two hired aborigines they had, Valma and Cree, looked impressed but also sad at the sight. They were the only two aborigines in the place, with Valma as a 50-year-old female cleaner—but given a chance to become a guard—and Cree as a 45-year-old guard at level 14. Even if they had only been here for a few months, they had inexplicably placed their hearts with them.

Seeing the wise and kind lord slowly losing his life was heartbreaking.

In fact, this Extreme Heat was the worst they had encountered so far. With slightly better conditions, things might’ve been different for them.

Their hearts broke at the tragedy.

“Please, grandpa…” The young woman mumbled, her face scrunched up as she tried not to cry.

“My little Foxii…” The old man weakly uttered as he looked at her, eyes filled with heartbreak.

He opened his mouth in the end, though to be frank he was reluctant to consume any resources in his current state.

But what could he do? If he died, the territory would also perish. He could only hold on the best he could.

If he could pass on the token to his granddaughter, he would’ve. But it was attached to his body so he had no choice but to keep living for as long as he could.

A long time ago, he had asked what was needed to do this. Valma had no idea, but when he managed to hire Cree he found out that the token would be detached during a war.

He didn’t even consider it at first—how dare he start a war at this time?

However, he could feel his time was coming to an end—very, very soon—so there might not be a choice. After a moment of thought, he turned his head to his most powerful hired aborigine.

“At night, gather some of our strongest men and go to the nearest village East and strike a deal,” he said, eyes fixed on Cree.

“We shall start a war,” he said. “Promise them we will return the things we win from them with interest.”

There were only losers or winners in the war. If no one attacked, then the winner would just be whoever had the higher comprehensive strength. This was the only way to get cooperation.

Faye looked at her grandfather in disbelief. She was confused at first, until she realized what he was trying to do!

“No, grandpa—”

“Please,” he said, closing his eyes, his voice weak. “I don’t have much time…”

His words made the woman’s body turn cold in terror. Her eyes widened as she gaped at him. “Grandpa—”

“Take her away, no matter what,” Faust said, ordering Cree to do so.

“NO!!!”

Cree hit the back of her neck then, and carried her outside. He might not like it, but he still answered to the current lord in the end.

Faust closed his eyes as he heard the door close. He took a deep breath, focusing on keeping himself alive and trying not to put energy anywhere else.

Sadly, it was still too late.

Because Faust would not open his eyes again after that.