After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 652

The people interested in the job openings were now lined up in the Village Center, hoping for a bit of stability in this dangerous world.

For one, that salary was really good! They could finally live decently if they got those jobs! Secondly, Victor and the others promised to train them well—whether it was the guards or the miners—so they could defend themselves. This was worth more than any salary!

Of course, there were still a few people in the line who were a bit more cynical. "So far less than half of those who came in got accepted. Obviously, the standard isn’t low this time. I don’t think I’ll pass."

Before, as long as one had a decent level, they could get hired as a guard. They would get booted (or maybe even killed) if they were slow to follow orders though.

The number of former guards who refused to join in the abuse and died right after was not few.

In fact, it was fortunate the people weren’t as queasy or as sensitive as before—who could afford to do so?—otherwise the number of applicants for the Guard position would be much lower, as they would be affected by ’trauma’.

"I have low chances, too, but it’s worth a try."

"For sure."

"I also heard those who fought during the war had much higher chances."

This made a few people eavesdropping to grumble. Some people even slapped themselves, nagging for being a coward.

Anyway, the queue was well-behaved, but it was also very lively.

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The hiring lasted a few more hours before the slots were filled. At this time, a certain group of aborigines looked at the activity with complicated moods.

They pondered whether to apply for a future job, but they knew they wouldn’t even be considered. They were women after all, and for the longest time they believed that women were only good for specific things.

These were a group of women, led by Umi, Fargo’s former favorite.

"What do you think will happen to us now?" One asked, though no one answered. They were also wondering the same thing, and it was the question that lingered inside everyone’s mind soon after Fargo lost the war.

They knew they were not needed anymore in the new ’Limestone Valley’. There were a few men who still used their services, but they could tell the ruling party couldn’t care less for them.

This was very bad for them.

Despite everything, Fargo Village was still much better than most villages. This was true even when Fargo was in charge, because they had been through much worse.

"What do we do, Sister Umi?" Wana, one of the youngest, asked. She was very worried.

She wanted to stay here. They were really reluctant to part with this place, especially now that life seemed to be improving for everyone.

In all territories, they were treated as if they were slaves.

There was no case outside of Fargo Village that they did not get seriously hurt during the act.

The question was just how bad it was. How many bruises they got? Did they get slapped? Punched? How many times? How long before they could stand and walk normally again?

While most of Fargo’s men still hurt them, it was mild compared to what they had been used to, at least outside the Rongo Mercenary Hall.