After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 822

"Ah! So delicious!" Pupu mumbled, shoving a handful in his mouth.

When he realized this he blinked and looked apologetically at Yut. "I’ll buy some for you when I get my first paycheck later," he said. People were paid daily here, so they had funds for their daily expenses (which may or may not include a food splurge).

Yut chuckled. "Nah, I bought the bags for you guys," he said, before heading to the wall and began to dig. Pupu blinked and ate a bit more before joining his friend.

Anyway, the goblins and their human teammates continued with their job, now with an even more renewed energy as they went.

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"WOW you’re really going fast. If you continue this you’d go beyond the output requirement for us!" Iko said as he looked at Yut and Pupu. As Goblins, their output was a bit larger than the others.

However, they were paid the same per mass so they were probably making a lot more than their human counterparts each day.

Added with their excess output and overtime, then their daily salary was really quite impressive.

"Wow, citizenship can come sooner for you!"

"That’s what I want!"

Yut nodded. As one of the first goblins there, and one of the ’intellectuals’ he had studied and understood a lot about the system in Alterra. "The sooner we get the residencies, the sooner we get the benefits."

"Even temporary residency can receive a certain level of free health care, more access to resources inside the territory, and we can even rent our own home!"

"Wow…"

It was hard labor, but it was a job and no one really complained, especially those who got used to much worse.

Anyway, the miners—humans or goblins—were paid as normal workers, and could therefore use their hard work to better their own lives.

However, not everyone had this treatment.

For instance, the Prisoners of Wars—whether they were from Guia, or minor betrayers from their own territory—had quite a different situation.

After all, unlike the paid workers, they were paid in Atonement Points, and that meant they didn’t get extra money in their wallet. They could only make do with the shelter and food provided for them as sustenance, and nothing else.

It was easier to handle the System Slaves because they just had to order them with words, but it was a bit of a challenge to the others who technically had their freedom from the tethers of such slavery.

For example, the Alterran betrayers.

"AH, SO TIRING!" Alon yelled for the nth time that day.

He squatted down. Sadly for him, nobody but his mother would care, but most of the women prisoners were assigned to other labor work like cleaning or pushing the cart with the soil out.

But Alon didn’t care. He wanted to throw a tantrum!

"This is so annoying!" he yelled, pushing the soil with his hand, and making a mess in the area. "I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE!"

This earned him a light kick from the guard-on-duty, which happened to be Angelo, who had quite the gripe with him.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled. "Work or you wouldn’t be able to eat!"

Angelo kicked him up. "Clean this up, or we’ll put you on shit duty like your mum."

Alon’s mum was among those cleaning the septic tanks and pushing them to the fertilizer farms. Alon shivered. Although it was less hard work, it was too disgusting to access shit!

Grumbling, Alon had no choice by to start digging again, though slowly.

Angelo sighed. "Well, if you give low outputs, you get low atonement points. Up to you," he said, looking away to check on the other Prisoners.

Although modern people like them had a natural dislike of slavery, they felt no pity for betrayers. They even felt extremely gratified that they could contribute to the territory like this instead of trying to cause it harm.

Anyway, the rest of the Prisoners could only do their jobs as they had been the past few days even before the goblins arrived.

He found himself kicked to the wall, some loose soil fell on him. He gasped and coughed, pushing himself up with his arm and glaring at the person who kicked him. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}