After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1657

1657: Torturing Wazan 1657: Torturing Wazan Wazan and the others could only wriggle into themselves.

They wanted to grab and scratch something, but their broken appendages didn’t even allow them that!

They did not even notice when they were wrapped around in sacks, kicked until they were unconscious.

Wazan was woken up by another jolt of pain, followed by the imbalance of the body.

BANG!  He was just kicked against the wall.

“Wake up.”  “Ugghh…” he groaned, and then gasped as the pain in his body had been continuously going through his body.

It was too much even for someone at his level, and he felt consciousness slipping away again.

“They’re in too much pain.

We still have a few bottles of the new Strong Vapor, don’t we?” “Of course,” another said.

“It’s to keep them awake despite the excessive pain.”  A strong, pungent odor wafted through his nose and hit his brain.

It made him explode into a coughing fit that made him feel like he’d cough away his lungs.

He coughed and coughed.

He gritted his teeth through the pain, despite all his being wanting to succumb, bitterly looking up to his enemies.

Instead of the Golds, he saw a group of men in sleek uniforms instead.

The one in the center with a slightly different uniform-obviously their leader-was several levels lower than him!

At this point, it’d be stupid to still be clueless-though he thought of this as intense agony crippled his every vein.

He didn’t know what a mere Level 1 Town offered the Golds to get them all to mobilize, but it was safe to assume they were still accessible.

This meant he had to be careful-much more careful than he ever had since he had been hired.  The masters must be informed!  He couldn’t keep a straight thought for long, however, as crippling pain never stopped making him suffer.

He gasped, and some bile came out without his control.

His eyes constricted as he looked at the floor-filled with bile and blood-and he had an idea how pitiful he must be looking right now.

“Ah, it’s been six hours now, and he’s still vomiting and in intense pain.

He’s upper-level 30, too.

Very impressive.

As expected of that group.

Record that.” “What?

Did Grandmaster tap you too?”  “Miss Althea did.” Wazan almost screamed as he felt the burst of pain as if millions of needles were poked from the inside.

He gritted his teeth, looking at them with eyes bloodshot from the intensity of it all.

It was like he’d bleed through his eyes.

“Where… are… the others?” Luis leaned down.

“Your companions?

It depended on their performance whether they were killed or became prisoners of war.

Only you and a few others remained in this place.

Aren’t you thankful?” “You-” he gasped, screaming with gritted teeth.

“Valov Town-no, Hassen City-will not let this go!” “We know, it’s why we’re preparing for it,” Luis shrugged, as if they were not surprised.

“What?” The lack of care imbalanced Wazan.

Luis grabbed the man’s hair.

“That’s why you’re still alive.

There should be information that oaths could not cover,” he said, referring to information generally known in public or that could be surmised on their own, but if they asked the right questions, it could be even more.

Anyway, asking questions from people with oaths was naturally very tricky, so this interrogation was expected to be… a while.

… Meanwhile, the Golds happily received their collective of tens of thousands of contribution points.

What they used them for varied among the members.

Zaol, an old man just aiming for retirement with his beautiful wife, just wanted to spend the points in either the library or the bathhouse.  Orion and Otto used them to buy things from the contribution store or from the specialty store.

Althea had finally released some improved Protection Charms-the ones she gave to her children as a birthday gift, and then a piece each to family members in the weeks that followed that.

It was capable of blocking level 20 monster attacks, dozens of them, and was even more efficient the stronger the user was.

Although level 20s weren’t much at their level, a mob was still quite troublesome, and it was too convenient to be able to pass through easily if they ran out of repelling potions, especially if they were in a rush.  Another relatively new advantage of contribution points was the increase in purchase limits.  It only appeared recently when people like the Golds started to accumulate large amounts of contribution points, but the stocks of contribution-only items were either limited or something they didn’t need, like Class C weapons from other towns.

There had to be a balance for these people, otherwise, the point economy might not catch up to the flood of contribution points.

Hence, the Elders thought of something to equal things out.

In exchange for a large amount of contribution points, a person could double their purchase limits.

That person could also choose to apply to a company instead of an individual.

If the person or a group was in a business partnership with Alterra, then ‘double’ was definitely not small.

Otto had been saving up for this, and he happily claimed it with this mission.

In time, he’d be the biggest distributor of Alterran products far and wide!

Of course, he hadn’t started expanding yet, primarily because he needed to maintain liquidity.

However, it was estimated that it wouldn’t be too long before he did this.

Not to mention, the Elders also gave him extra contribution points if he went far away.

After all, going far meant prestige for Alterrra.

It was a win-win situation.

Another set of items that could only be bought with contribution points was several seeds endemic to Terran.  Olga was obsessed with their berries and the strawberry, and she bought a farm-worth of seeds.

Similarly, she rented out a farm and sent a hiring notice for someone to plant them.

She could already see her table filled with the berries soon~ Every day!

Olga’s desires were quite simple, really.  .

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She wondered how Hugo was.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS NispedanaSan she’s a simple woman la