After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1099

Inside the walls

Contrary to what Tout thought, the slaves inside the territory were barely causing any damage at all.

Whenever slaves were ordered to attack on sight, they would do so regardless of who it was. By default, slaves didn’t choose their enemies, they just attacked whoever was closer.

It didn’t matter if it was an old woman, a child, or even a former lover—the slave ordered to attack would follow orders.

If there was no person nearby, slaves would automatically find openings until they found one. Slaves generally didn’t bother with the property. If a territory’s infrastructure and property got destroyed during wars, it was likely the work of normal guards and citizens.

Most of these slaves were given wood weapons (most of which were sponsored by Basset), while some stronger slaves even got bone weapons or something similarly superior.

One of these slaves was Cau, a level 15 spearman. He was one of the older slaves, and he had been captured more than 10 years ago even before Basset Town was a town.

Through the years, he had been sent to subsidiary villages to help subdue other territories and gain their money. Attacking villages via their subsidiaries was one of Basset Town’s main sources of income.

Amidst all that, Cau became one of the best performers. He was even prohibited from killing monsters again so he could maintain his level within the village cap.

He was in his 40s when he was captured. His level back then was Level 13. Now, in his early 50’s, he only climbed up two levels—and it was entirely due to experience gained from killing fellow human beings.

He was also on the verge of leveling up. If he killed a few more people, then he might go beyond the level cap. In that case, he’d be less used in Village Wars, which—while a cold thought—wasn’t entirely bad.

Of course, he never enjoyed killing people. How could he? It reminded him of the fall of his own village—the day he lost his entire family and his friends.

After so many years, only a few of them remained. Many perished due to natural disasters, and most due to wars. They attacked without regard for their own bodies, just using all of their beings to follow the orders sent to them.

Each time, they were just ordered to terrorize the enemy. [Attack!] echoed in their minds over and over, like a chant and their bodies would follow as if they didn’t know how to do better.

When he stabbed innocents—some were even children—he felt like dying inside.

However, they were slaves. They no longer owned their lives.

Coming here, he didn’t expect anything else but the same horror he had been going through for years.

However, he was shocked when he saw the large wall and the dense sentries and wondered if they had gone to the wrong territory. But then it was confirmed really was the place, he was both amazed and relieved.

Those sentries were dense and strong. Perhaps this would finally end his suffering.

He was tired. So tired.

However… he got excited too early.

Those sentries didn’t attack slaves at all! Why? Were they broken? Were they just displays?

But then he saw it attack someone from his side and realized it was working. If so, why didn’t it attack him or the other slaves?

Then the gates opened widely, letting them all inside!! His heart clenched, thinking the horrors and murders would happen again soon.

Thousands of slaves passed through the territory threshold, emerging into the widest streets they had ever seen.

Each street could carry several beast carts, right? And it seemed long and endless, as if it would pass through the entire territory.

The avenue was empty, however. There were no signs of life.

They could only enter, deeper and deeper, and they could only gape at the themed buildings, parks, and so on.