After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Arrived at a Territory

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They just laid there for several moments before they could move their over-exerted limbs again.

“15 copper, eh…” Tim said as he laid face down on the paved floor. Like the others, he paid for it without much thought.

“That’s pretty affordable…” another said. They smiled, just feeling relieved that—at least for now—they were finally safe.

Eventually, they started pushing themselves to sit up one by one. For the most part, there were smiles and light-heartedness between them.

However, it was quickly broken by conflict that exploded next to them.

Slap!

Tilda held her face, and looked at the person with wide eyes. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

They turned to them and saw Laos’ face was filled with tears, his expression livid as he raised his hands again.

SLAP!

“WHAT!!” Tilda yelled. By instinct, she wanted to go and attack, but Laos was a middle-aged man who was much bigger than she was. He raised his hand to slap her again and this time it was strong enough to cause her to fall on the floor.

“Oi, Laos, stop it!” Tim said, forcing himself up to get in between them.

However, Laos could not be calmed. His eyes were practically red from anger. He easily pushed Tim—whose legs were still shaky— away.

“She killed Shawn!” he yelled. “I saw her push him towards the monster!”

The image was still clear in his mind, and it made him even angrier. “I’m going to kill you, Tilda!”

Tilda screamed at the top of her lungs when she realized Laos was truly murderous. However, the man was held back by two other companions, using their weights to hold an arm each.

It was surprisingly difficult. Laos was not just a big man, but his anger seemed to fuel him quite a bit.

Atlas had to step forward and held his shoulder down.

“Don’t do it! Didn’t you read the rules and regulations? There can be no fighting outside the sparring arenas!!” If Laos put any more force, it could trigger that rule! He could get blacklisted or go to prison!

“I also saw what she did,” he said. He was also angry, but he really didn’t have the energy to care or do anything about it—after all, he wasn’t planning on staying with them regardless.

Laos, on the other hand, had befriended the boy. It was natural that the man would be livid.

“Would it be worth it to risk your own safety for a woman like her?” he asked.

This seemed to calm Laos a bit, but his eyes were still sharp as he looked at Tilda.

Atlas sighed and turned, looking at the woman. “If you want to live, get out of our sights.”

“What?”

Atlas looked at her. “Do you really think we’re going to keep someone who could push us to monsters near us? No one’s an idiot here, Tilda.”

“Or do you want me to drag you out the gates. Look, it’s only a few steps away.

Tilda burst into tears. “You—”

She looked up to see there were actually two guards watching them from the battlements!

“Help me! Please!”

The two guards looked at her weirdly. “You know… we saw everything,” one said. “If it was me, I’d throw you out too.”

Tilda’s heart fell and she looked at everyone who were looking at her in disdain. She sobbed and stood up, running deeper into the territory.

Tim watched his sister go and felt complicated. What should he do?

In the end, his feet moved forward, as if to follow Tilda deeper into the territory.

“Tim?” Hana asked, touching his arm. To be honest, she really hoped that woman would get out of their lives. This was the perfect time to cut her off.

“She’s my sister after all,” he sighed, looking at her apologetically. “My only blood relative left. You’re coming with me… right? I promise I’ll support you.”

Hana pursed her lips and, after a thought, she nodded in the end.

They turned to go to Atlas and the others, and Tim felt intense shame come upon him.

His sister was a murderer, technically, but they were family. In this new world, he couldn’t bear to leave behind a blood relative when he still had one, unlike most others.

In any case, as a murderer’s brother, he could only apologize in her stead.

“Thank you for everything,” he told Atlas. He also bowed a bit at Laos. “I’ll… teach her well,” he just said, before they turned away.

Their pace was leisurely though, not rushing to follow the older woman, obviously reluctant to actually do so in the first place.

Meanwhile, Atlas and the rest of the group looked at each other. They waited for Laos to calm down, which he was thankful for.

He needed time to mourn for another lost friend, after all.

He and the others shed a few tears for Shawn and the others they lost along the way, but they didn’t take too long to gather their bearings.

Since the Migration, they had so many losses, and they got so used to tears they could hold them back quickly enough.

At the very least, the mourning could wait until they have settled down.

The man heaved deep breaths after a while, temporarily pushing down both the deep sadness as well as the murderous thoughts towards that woman.

“I’m not sure we should let that woman be…” Laos said after calming down.

Atlas didn’t like Tilda either. “She’ll get herself killed on her own,” he said. He had too much on his own plate to become a minister of justice.

Unexpectedly, the two watching guards—who were actually chewing on something—started talking to them then.

They were aborigine guards—they could tell by their appearance and the language they used—which pretty much confirmed their thoughts that this was a native territory.

However, they seemed friendly enough, which was such a relief for them.

“People like that can’t be avoided,” one of the guards said. “Rather, a lot of them survive for so long because of their selfishness.”

“I see tons of them, especially in the previous territories I guarded before.”

“You can’t risk heart attacks every time you see one of them. They’re buggers with a lot of lives.”

“Buggers who can kill you,” his companion corrected, making him roll his eyes.

“You know what I meant.”

Anyway, Atlas and the others thanked them before following the wide path deeper into the territory.

They were greeted by dense forests that framed the wide avenue, and it was obvious that the territory chose not to develop this area too much. During the heatwave, such vast internal forests would’ve been such a relief to have. If Juno had this, a lot of people would not have died from starvation.

Then they looked back at the walls that were getting farther away from them.

It was a Level 3 wall and had sentries built in every 200 meters, at least by the gates. The visitor payment was worth it. Not only was it cheaper than Juno’s, but they were also so much protected.

Was it because it was an aborigine territory?

Regardless, that didn’t matter… they were finally in a safer place, and they survived after so long—they ought to live well!