After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1053

Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA, cuz Patte. Not particularly graphic though! I won’t go down that rabbit hole again dunworry.

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Lord Yassop stood still, not leaving the array at all. Regardless of what happened, he must be there.

He wouldn’t be able to rest well, anyway.

The time for vengeance was near. How could he stay calm?

As he watched group after group enter the array, his mind couldn’t help but go to a distant past—when it was him who was leading fights like that.

He was the third generation of lords here, and it was his grandfather who had obtained the token by participating in fights to the death.

The Tournament of Valor—which occurred once every hundred years or so—was something only Cities, technically, participated in.

Arrays would appear outside of every city. By every city, it meant cities from all over the world—including other participating races that actually managed to build cities.

These arrays would lead to the host city, which varied every time. Some cities seemed to have a way to determine which was the next Host City, though no one could really tell for certain.

However, when certain mercenaries or towns were strong enough, they might also join in under the name of their Master City. That was the greatest honor people of their level could gain.

One of the many rewards given during this event was a set of Lord Tokens. The total amount released that century varied according to what the system judged was needed by the world. They were not a lot, however.

In any case, the Lord Token was the symbol of great power, so many men would do whatever it took to own one.

His grandfather was a mercenary of a well-known town East, and they joined under Warrior City. He was a bit of a power-hungry man—as most were—so he fought hard to earn a Lord Token.

He lost an eye and an arm, becoming an invalid, but at least he had the token with him. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

However, he also knew that the mercenary team would want to take it away from him, so he ran as far as he could, though towards their West as the East was already Orc territory.

He established Yasof Village then, got married, and had his father. He raised the man to become a strict—almost brutal—overlord, which worked to keep the Village alive.

Further, even when his grandfather was weakened by the loss of an appendage, he was still a mercenary from a town in the end, so the mobs were not as much of a problem to them as it was to other villages. This caused their village to grow much faster than their neighbors, which was a great point of pride to them.

When he was born, he was also raised to be a harsh ruler. Since young, he was taught that only with fear could they hold everyone in line—even during wars when the rules were null. For a while, he believed in that and thought he’d be the same type of lord as his father.

Things changed with the birth of his daughter.

She was so pure and kind, and he knew being harsh to people would break her heart. Inexplicably, his style of ruling softened up a bit, and he was happy as well.

She was his only child, and probably the only one he’d ever have. It was difficult to procreate in this world, and—although his level wasn’t too high yet, only level 21—it was worse for him due to former war injuries he experienced after her birth.

He loved her to death. Although fellow lords and nobles mocked him for putting so much importance on a girl, he didn’t mind it at all. Rather, because he knew how women were treated here, he took the extra mile to protect her from that.