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

Trigger Warning: Mentions of MxM sexual abuse.

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While Valov Town was still investigating, another Town was already prepared to move towards the Alterra region.

This was, of course, none other than Basset Town.

All the power players in the Town were in the Center's meeting room. This included Fargo, who was pale as a sheet after being played around with by Vara, the leader of the strongest Mercenary Team in town, that morning.

He must've done it on purpose too—the old man relished seeing him humiliated.

Fargo felt intense hate inside him as he looked at the man, but he was too dependent to do anything about it.

At least he was alive and would be able to walk after this. Back when he was weaker, Fargo would be dragged out of the old man's room half-dead.

Every single time felt like he was dying, over and over, and Fargo could only grit his teeth in humiliation—but what could he do?

The man was a powerhouse more than twice his level. He was even wearing a protection charm!

When Fargo came here to Basset, planning to ally with the strong man and offered his services, he did not expect it to develop like this!

Who'd have thought that Vara, the leader of the Rongo Mercenary Team, preferred men—specifically those who gave him a sense of conquest.

As a former Lord who was also an elementalist, Fargo quickly became the favorite.

The first few months started out fine, especially when they were developing the crossbow. Although he was weak, he still gathered some respect because he was an elementalist and had specialized knowledge supposedly not inferior to this world's Weaponsmakers.

They managed to create their own versions of improved long-ranged bows and arrows, crossbows, and so on. However, those still didn't become Class D weapons even if they had black metal components to them.

After scouring the region, they managed to get ahold of the improved versions from Alterra and bought them for a very high price.

After months of development and his assistance, Fargo guided Basset's weapon makers to create similar Class D weapons.

This allowed his status to rise, and he could even use some mercenaries to help him level up.

The success made them greedy and he tried to introduce explosives to them. However, he underestimated aether and its effects on the materials, and the experiments were botched—killing one of the precious Class D weaponsmiths in the territory.

The Lord made Vara responsible for the loss and made him pay huge amounts of gold. Vara paid for it, but how could he let Fargo go?

He almost died in the hands of the old man back then. He was not only beaten up to a pulp, but he was also violated in a way he would never have imagined.

When the old man penetrated for the first time, Fargo couldn't believe it was really happening to him. Then he felt his sanity slipping away as the man thrust and vented on him. Partnered with the intense physical pain all over his body, Fargo felt like his soul was being crushed as well.

He'd have killed himself then, if he wasn't so desperate for revenge!!

No matter how humiliated, he kept living. He must see Alterra, especially Garan and his wife fall! If it wasn't for them, he wouldn't have to go through this at all!

He was determined he would take them down with him!!

He had already planned so much and he never felt the vague oath of not harming Alterra—even indirectly—apply to him at all. He felt like he found a loophole and he was planning on taking advantage of that!

In any case, even if the initial war before when Alterra was a village failed badly, they were now a Town and therefore could be handled directly with brute force.

The level limitation for Town level wars was 40. How many of those did Alterra have?

Basset Town had been a Town for years, and its average strength among the fighters was level 20—that was in the hundreds! How could Alterra compare?

More importantly—Vara himself and his various Level 30 cronies could move directly. He would make sure of that!

In contrast, Alterra didn't even have Mercenary Halls to help them out, and Ferrol might take a while to be able to provide a force that could handle what he planned to send.

Alterra would be helpless!

The Basset Town Lord, Bentro, fortunately, had the same idea as he did, so when he and Vara proposed to attack Alterra as soon as possible, he agreed readily.

"The two weeks since the previous war is almost up and we can finally attack Alterra," Vara said. "We have to attack them now while they're still weak from that large mob."

Even they felt that upgrade mob from the territory. It was huge, as if Alterra took most of their own mobs. Although the subsidiaries received a crushing defeat, they believed that the mob should have still caused heavy damage and losses.

Even if their spies could not be contacted at all now, they believed that the war and the mob sufficiently weakened Alterra! It was impossible not to!

At this, Fargo couldn't help but add: "We must hurry. A lot of forces are interested in that place. If we get preempted, we might lose the chance to get it!"

At this, everyone felt antsy. Alterra was 'weak' and extremely new. Among Towns, it was considered a child, and it was unlikely for it to win its first war as a town.

Even if—by some miracle—they did, it would mean Alterra would be richer and weakened, which would not be too bad—However, that'd mean they'd have to wait two more weeks!

Anything could happen in that period.

Alterra was too good! According to Fargo, a good portion were even elementalists! Imagine! That was thousands of elementalists!

Other than those, Alterra also had an array of products—each one guaranteed to bring them money!

They had not encountered such a tempting loot in their lifetimes, and they would regret losing it to other territories.

At the same time, they also had alliances with Ferrol and were surrounded by subsidiaries. Alterra should not be given more time to recover and regroup!

Fargo looked sharply at the arrogant aborigines.

Unlike them, who were arrogant, he still knew never to underestimate that place!

They must attack now! And they must go all out!