After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 884

Chapter 884: Karma
Some more people ran to jump, and the Row Villagers were simply too shocked—and weak—to react. More and more people suffered the same fate.

No matter how thirsty, the people of Row Village naturally did not dare touch that water again—most especially not when there were bodies floating in there!

As dusk approached, the locals soon noticed a new set of people were there, standing.

“Help us!” Help us!” they croaked, trying to extend their hands to them.

“Please!”

Some people yelled but they couldn’t do much. Perrot didn’t have to say much, the people didn’t move.

They could barely help themselves, how could they bother with others?

They had hoped these people would be able to fight alongside them. Now they could only be burdens. No one could afford carrying that.

Look: It was already dusk and these people were useless. They also had better conditions than they were in. They looked bad, but they weren’t so pale and parched like the rest of them were.

Of course, it had only been a few months since things went to hell, and they did still have their morality. Inevitably, they still felt heavy for not doing anything.

“No need to feel guilty,” Perrot said as his red eyes looked at the people getting cooked. He walked forward hoping to find parts of the stream untouched by corpses.

“Don’t you see? They blocked the stream,” he said. “It’s why we had nothing.”

The Row Villagers immediately flinched, their eyes wide as they looked at these people in disbelief. “What?”

Some ran to take a closer look, and immediately felt livid. “They built a dam!”

“They blocked our water!”

“EVIL!”

They couldn’t help but remember their sufferings when their stream suddenly dried up completely. So many people died, particularly those whose levels couldn’t keep up with the times.

The stream’s disappearance wasn’t even subtle, it just stopped out of nowhere, and now they knew why!!

“HOW DARE YOU!!” one yelled, kicking the nearby local. His mother died during that drought.

“Bastards!!” Another screamed. It was a woman who scratched another. Her baby didn’t survive because of the lack of water!

These selfish bastards!!

They didn’t have the technology or manpower to block a river, but they sure took advantage of the stream… but it was at the expense of those downstream!

If they actually had the excess energy to move much, they’d have beat these people up even more. However, only those who lost people had vented despite their diminishing spirits, while the rest of them just kicked or frowned, aiming to fill up their crude water bottles as well before leaving.

The small amount of water from the stream, at least, was not stagnant and at an acceptable temperature.

Those who were venting realized it wasn’t worth risking their remaining energy and moved on to follow the others. They just gave one last kick. “Die here!” before turning tail, no longer caring.

They believed in Karma, and these people deserved it!

After taking some stocks, Perrot kicked someone. “Is there a territory nearby here?” he asked. “I’ll give you a drink if you are honest.”

“I… there used t…o be… around a hundred kilometers from here,” he said, gasping. “But we had a war with them and we won, and they eventually fell due to a m…ob.”

“My water!”

Perrot sneered and gave him a few drops, and used this method to get more information. There were two territories less than 100 kilometers from here at first—there were simply fewer territories near the mountainous areas.

Other than the one mentioned, the other was far away from the stream, and its status was currently unknown.

Their lord died of a heat stroke. Although the transfer helped all their physiques, he was still advanced in age. It was similar to their own lord.

The difference was that this lord was a businessman with great cunning, allowing him and the territory to live for so long all while stepping on others. He succumbed in such a boring way though, which was a pity, because Perrot would’ve loved to kill him himself.

Anyway, it was no longer practical to stay here and their only option was to turn back and head downstream, hoping for the best. Since it was dusk though, they could no longer afford to go slow otherwise they’d be completely exposed to the monsters.

Drinking in as much as they could, they immediately hurried down, without any shield despite the pain.

Seeing the rest of them heading out, many of the locals sucked it up and stood up, hoping to follow, while some of the weaker ones offered a bit more.

“Let us come with you!” some said. “I have money! Please!”

“Food! I have food!”

This got some Row Villagers to stop.

“Give it to us first.”

The man shook and showed his bread. It was from the restaurant. In most places, because the Flute plant dried out, the restaurant was rendered useless due to the lack of raw materials.

However, here, due to the proximity to water sources (and their dam), the flute plant lasted a little longer so these people still accessed the restaurant for a few days more than everyone else.

Row Villagers gulped at the bread and immediately helped the guy out. They carried him in exchange for the bread. A few others saw that it worked and did the same.

Perrot saw some of them were slowing down and frowned. “There’s no time to waste now! If they want to follow, they can, but we can’t afford any more delays!”

He turned and rushed forward, no longer caring if they were following or making delays. What was a bit of food if they got eaten by monsters?

As such, the group of hundreds of people rushed downhill, enduring the heat and the pain in their bodies, hoping to catch up with the other party who should’ve been going slow as well.

This was their main focus and they did not dare to get distracted anymore.

Inevitably, dozens and dozens would fall as time went on, unable to handle the conditions.

Then dusk came and they were temporarily relieved to finally feel some coolness…until they remembered what came with it.

ROARRR!

Terrifying sounds echoed all around them, and it was followed by minor tremors on the ground. They could only pale.

“THE MOBS ARE HERE!!!”