After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693: Another War Ended
Less than three hours after the war started, Inkitt received the dreaded announcement.

Ding!

[Inko Village (Lv3) has lost to Limestone Valley Village (Lv3)]

Inkitt shot up from his seat inside their hiding place. “WHAT? ALREADY!? Nononono—” he screamed, panicked. He didn’t have money now. Nothing left even after the support he received from Voumi!

He was planning on selling slaves to replenish his gold but now they were gone too! DAMNIT! DAMNIT!!!

He grabbed his hair, eyes reddish from excessive emotions. It was here that someone next to him spoke.

“We can take revenge, Milord, as long as we have the token.”

Inkitt flinched, and realized he was right. “Ah, yes. As long as I had the token, yes…” He then shakily took out the token he hid thoroughly under his pants. “As long as I am the Lord, I will get my reve—”

SLASH!

Inkitt didn’t even realize what happened. He just fell down, looked up at the man looking down at him, and then… he lost everything.

…

Gurnam coolly took the token and headed up. He used his element to hit the guards from the back, and soon his teammates arrived to help him smooth things out.

There were still 25 hours to go before the war officially ended, so they still had to be careful. People could still attack and they could still be attacked. For now, he still appeared to be a guard of Inko, and he casually headed to the walls and jumped down.

None among the defending side even saw him. They were too busy covering their own heads. The sentries didn’t attack him either as he was a temporary citizen as well.

Anyway, he was heading out to meet someone. The Token, as per instruction, was to be given to either Henry or Victor, whoever they decided would handle it.

He saw Henry first, who was outside helping out. He was among those who were past the level cap and could only defend those going in.

“You got it?” the old man said, swiping down a monster that harassed their area. “Good job.”

And then he looked at the Token with a decidedly unenthusiastic face.

Inko’s satellite was Juno Village so whoever took the token would get two villages. Most people would be ecstatic, but they dreaded the responsibility.

If he was a bit younger, maybe, sure. And maybe if they were living in the land of peace without beasts and hostiles coming through every so often.

Who didn’t want their own land? But now, they were already living comfortably. This place was too unstable, as well. Who wanted problems?

If outsiders were to know how tokens were literally thrown around in this region, they’d definitely pull out their hair.

In the end, he got someone who could go through the array to pass it on to his son, who was guarding the home territory.

And so, in the guise of ‘I’m too old for this’, the token was thrown to Victor’s lap.

“…”

“What is this?” he couldn’t help but ask the messenger, who had just gone out of the array. Victor himself was guarding the array along with a few teams.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what it was. He just didn’t want to believe it.

Like his father, if the land was peaceful and they could focus on development, he wouldn’t have been so against holding his own Lord Token.

Most men had even a bit of greed for power—it was just their nature—though its manifestation and what they counted as ‘power’ in the first place, varied.

But, as it was now, he did not feel like owning this token, and he wanted to glare at his father because he kept throwing things like this in his way.

Later when he got home, he ranted about it to his beautiful wife.

Juni, carrying their child, laughed. “Oh, husband… know you can do it.”

Victor sighed, resting his head on his wife’s shoulders. He absent-mindedly poked the child’s cheek. “It’s so troublesome,” he said. “I think I’ve already worked for society for long enough.”

He wanted to spend time with family, too.

Look what happened to Vanessa. Would she grow so crooked if they had been there to guide her properly?

“Don’t worry. I’ll still help change his diapers,” he couldn’t help but add, making Juni laugh.

“Wherever you are, we’ll just follow you,” Juni said.

Victor smiled. “Then I’d better improve the conditions of those places so my family would be comfortable anywhere.”

Assuming he’d really have to hold on to it, of course. If he could, he’d really like to sell them off instead.

If it proved difficult, Victor was open to auctioning it off at a later date. They’d try to gain as much as they could.

Anyway, they had no lack of Token Guards!

It was also quite poor, but a territory was a territory in the end. Besides, if they allied with Alterra, then it was bound to recover in some way.

Regardless of what happened, for now, they had to do what they could to rescue as many Terrans as they could.

Back in Inko Village, Tacky and the others used the amplifiers again. “I don’t think some of you know this, but Limestone Valley is a Terran territory,” he said.

Sure enough, the people flinched, surprised. Because the language used earlier was the local lingua franca, so the newcomers didn’t know the origin of Limestone Valley.

This was because most of the Inko people who knew Limestone Valley had either become slaves for it or became prisoners of war, so they weren’t able to send information back to their home village. Another was that many of the original slaves were sold to Voumi.

For the most part, they were new slaves that had been taken from other territories, or were unfortunate refugees who landed in enemy camps. Even the older ones were not privy to the information either.

They were understandably shocked, confused, and in disbelief.

“Terrans!”

“They are Terrans?”

The slaves could not believe that the territory Inko village lost thrice to, and now crushed by, was a Terran village!