After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1069

A/N: Thank you Alyxatlas for the castle! HUGSSSS! I think we pulled in quite a few new readers! *sobs* I wish I can send extra chaps but the Sunday mass releases already has me spent xD

Mentioning Lotuslin and _cardinal’s castle last week too! I wasn’t sure if the thank you note was published (I couldn’t find it, so I realize I might’ve posted on Discord and facebook but forgot to post here) so Imma thank you again here just in case.

Thank you again, lovely ladies T_T

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The door closed, leaving the men alone in the room again. Helios whistled, letting go of the breath he had been holding.

He coughed a bit at the smell, but adjusted quickly. They had a ventilation system (using natural wind power) that mostly serviced the hallways for the benefit of guards’ sanities.

The prison cells and the torture chambers had louvers to the hallway, allowing the smell to get sucked out too, though at slower rates.

Anyway, it was the first time he had seen that side of Miss Althea. It seemed like she was in her ’sciencey’ mood, she really had the potential to be a mad scientist.

He had seen hints of it back when they went with her outside which ultimately led them to salt mines, but watching several men tortured half-dead without batting an eyelid was a different issue altogether!

Even he was flinching in empathy!

It was hard to wrap his head around until he saw it himself. After all, she was quite the loving mother and wife.

Of course, if he was a little scared, more so was the victim on the table. Patte had, once again, peed on himself (very gross) but he didn’t seem to notice.

The arrogance and pride were gone and he was now just a scared bastard who deserved everything that was coming at him.

Helios saw his face and laughed. "We’ll be keeping you alive for months," he said. "Do you want to suffer like this for that long? If you tell us everything early then at least you’re just a prisoner."

The anger in Patte’s heart had indeed been ironed out, only leaving fear and apprehension. "W-Why are you doing this?!"

"You ask as if your place isn’t targeting us."

It was around here that Garan approached him with the bottle in hand. It made Patte shiver but he forced himself not to succumb—not for his territory, but because it was shameful he was reduced to this by villagers.

All these years, he had treated villagefolk as people underneath his feet. Look at this now!

Remembering his glory days gave him some strength again. Even if he was terrifying, there was no way he’d be reduced to a fumbling mess begging for his life!

"Yassop is angry at me and wants revenge! You believe whatever he says that you’re going against a Town?! FOOLS!"

Garan’s face did not change. "Tell me everything you can about your territory as well as its allies and subsidiaries," Garan asked. Even if he made some sort of oath, it couldn’t have been too detailed because of his position.

"SHIT OFF!" he yelled, spitting blood-filled saliva in his direction.

Garan remained stoic as he avoided it. Instead, he threw a small piece of ice he created at his bleeding chest.

The biting cold caused him to convulse and adding a drop of the experimental potion made him foam out of his mouth.

"GAHHHHHH!"

He screamed again for a time, until the ice finally melted off, and the potion wore off again shortly after that. He was gasping for air, the last of his willpower pushed back down again.

"Speak," Garan said, and an even bigger piece of ice—a spike—hovered above him. "Don’t think this will kill you. We also have health potions to keep you from dying."

Helios nodded as he crossed his arms. "We can do this over and over until you talk, Patte," he said. "Do your body a favor and give up already."

They allowed Patte a few moments to breathe and consider. However, really, he didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, only those who had actual things to fight and protect could stay strong under their torture.