After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 866

Trigger Warning: Dubcon during the last couple of paragraphs (if you skip, read the author’s note)

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Now the heat had stabilized and it was still difficult to walk a few meters outside without feeling breathless or feel like their skin was burning.

It was not clear when the next heat wave would blanket the planet, yet they were still tasked to work, especially at night.

By now, they all had severely burning skins. They were all extremely parched that they couldn’t even sweat anymore.

"Are you okay?" Gurnam asked the siblings, who were both extremely red and dazed looking. They nodded, not having much energy to answer, and just did their jobs.

Some of their companions remained vocal though. This was how they could keep their sanities—by expressing their emotions—regardless of whether they had the energy or not.

"How could they still make us work in this heat?" one asked, in a ranting tone.

One would think that since slaves weren’t so cheap, they’d at least care for the merchandise!

"Slaves aren’t expensive either, especially weak ones like us," another one said. "They could replace us by the next war."

This was true. A territory that always went to war could get hundreds or thousands of new slaves every month (if they won). What were a few dozens—or even hundreds—lost during annual disasters?

Anyway, after ranting a bit they also shut up. Not only were they extremely tired, their bodies were in pain.

They were hungry, thirsty, and the smell was also killing them. Speaking would not only consume energy, they would also

taste

the pungent air.

They couldn’t afford to vomit. They had barely even eaten anything! What would they puke out? Their intestines?

What was worse was they couldn’t even rest well.

There were even corpses rotting in the same room and when they tried putting them outside they were often thrown back down, because it would smell above and be a hindrance to the houses.

At night, although it was just a bit cooler, they’d be squeezing their stomachs, as if it was eating itself up in hunger. They couldn’t even gulp in air to fill their stomachs because the stench could kill.

That night was a little different than usual. That night, some guards arrived, apparently to take some slaves. Their hearts beat fast in nervousness as the man pointed at seemingly random people.

"You," he said, pointing at Glem, one of the major ranters in their group.

"M-Me?"

The man did not answer him and pointed at Gurnam. "You," he said, and then to Sarah. "And you."

He turned to his companion. "They are some of the most mobile among the slaves."

"Got it," the other guard said, nodding, and then looked at the slaves. "Come with me."

As slaves, they naturally followed without question, with Gurnam following their movements to keep the facade.

Milo sniffed as his sister’s hand left his, but he also knew that if he made a scene, it would only bring attention to his sister. He bit his lips and silently prayed she would be alright, but at the same time he also wondered when he’d be able to protect her properly.

The summoned slaves followed the guards silently, nervously wondering what was going to be asked of them.

Gurnam looked at Sarah. Sarah, who had always been covered with mud, covered herself up even more. If the owners found her disgusting, then good. They wouldn’t be forcing her to take a bath either because water was a scarce resource now!

Their eyes met. Hopefully, nothing too harsh would be asked of them. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}