After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 660

Inko Village.

The Terrans reluctantly settled down their new ’home’ which was, to be honest, no better than a sty. The air was thick with horrid stench of neglect and feces.

There were several slaves there, though not many. However, judging by how dirty everywhere was—with at least a few pieces of shit in a few corners—it was obvious that the other ’slaves’ were just working outside.

How dingy this place was, and they couldn’t imagine how everyone would fit.

There were thousands of them already, what more with the rest of them?

At night, they’d be like sardines, right?

They couldn’t even bear sit down and they just stood by, staring at each other, and wondering how they could live in a place like this. Their daze was broken about an hour later when some people called them to go outside.

"Line up, new slaves!!"

There was a large open space at a side and they obediently lined up like the sardines that they were. They were then ordered to arrange themselves in rows spaced about a meter apart.

This distance allowed the newcomers to comfortably go into the crowd and closely study each of them, as if they were livestock.

They would quickly realize that they were asked to line up neatly because the ’owners’ were there to study them.

Even those who didn’t seem particularly rich seemed to be looking at them like products. It made Gurnam truly wonder if anyone from this village could treat them however they wanted.

He would later find out that human slaves were indeed relatively inexpensive—unlike those of other races like the goblins and half-orcs—because… there was no lack of them.

The only difference was if the human was an elementalist or had other skills, and this was something they would find out later.

Shick smiled and summarized their status. "There are 2320 new slaves, which is a good number as we lost a couple of hundred during the previous war, and even more when we lost against that jerk Lopi."

"This batch of new blood seems good, too, even if they’re a little short," he added. "Will the Lord come and check them himself?"

The other men shrugged as they continued to study the slaves. "He’s hanging around the Pleasure Hall, as always." Then his feet stopped, realizing the people in front of him were beautiful women.

"Speaking of the Pleasure Hall," he said, extending his hands to grab a few soft arms. "You’ll be great additions."

"What? No, please—"

Many of the Terran men, including Gurnam, wanted to move and help them. But the moment they did, the aborigine bellowed an order. "HALT. Stay there."

And they did.

It was humiliating.

Gurnam froze as well, shaking, though he did memorize the faces of the people who took the women. He had wanted to move, but he knew each and every one of the guards here had higher levels than he did. He was no help to anyone dead.

His anger couldn’t be expressed outside at all, and it felt like his insides were getting destroyed because of it.

So this was what being a slave was like. Even Gurnam felt there was only a little difference with his current status. He may not be a system slave, but he was just as powerless.

Anyway, the ’assignments’ continued on. Some were assigned for manure cleaning and more for…cannon fodder duty.

Gurnam happened to have been assigned to this.

His job… was to be a meatshield for the guards and citizens whenever there were mobs or wars.

Heh… what a life.

He looked beside him to find the freckled young boy shivering in fear, tearing up in silence. He was assigned to this job as well.

He raised his tanned hand and patted the boy’s head. The boy turned to him with wide eyes, and it struck pity in his old heart. He was reminded that a lot of people were dependent on him, and that he had to get ahold of himself as soon as possible.

Gurnam found himself smiling a little, "I am Gurnam, what’s your name?"

"Milo…"