After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 313

It was not that he hadn’t seen anyone do evil—he had partnered with plenty in his lifetime—but this one had special wisdom that he hadn’t encountered.

Sometimes, he wondered how their brains were made.

For one, it was his first time to hear of something like the exploitation of societal divide. He made groups fight against other groups without them knowing, orchestrating fights and misunderstandings, making sure there would be no unity amongst the lower class.

What was even better? He and his cronies could use their power to do whatever they wanted—and they definitely did do what they wanted—and the Lord’s means made the people unable to rebel regardless.

Even if he killed someone in front of a crowd—even in front of a relative—people would not dare to rebut him. They would not even dare to look at him, fearing for their lives.

He was extremely intelligent and gave those who followed him lush lives. As long as one didn’t go against him, one could live decently.

Even those penniless people stuck in the shanties felt their lives were better than those outside.

As long as you didn’t go against him, of course.

He was amazed. Even his former master couldn’t control his subjects like that, and he still had to pretend to be a good lord, having to hide his dirty secrets despite supposedly being the most powerful entity in his own territory.

After all, there were plenty of wars and other territories who could take their population instead. What if they didn’t fight in the wars and willingly became slaves of another instead?

Historically, through the years, this had happened a few times. It was very rare because few people would actively choose to be slaves, but it did happen.

Belize had also watched Amon torture his detractors, and in methods unimaginable to him, who had claimed to have seen a lot.

His evil ways were not uncouth, even classy, and had noble air, but in reality, he was no better than the gangsters who gang-raped children.

It really captured this servant’s heart.

All these thoughts of his servant didn’t seem to bother Amon, who just turned to look outside again, realizing that things had calmed down.

His eyebrows rose. "Already?"

"Milord?"

"The chaos has stopped."

Amon opened the Population tab to see if how many people were left in the outer circle.

Except for about a score of people, there were no more deaths since he checked.

"Hmn, interesting," he said, tapping the wooden table rhythmically. He still had so much population. Soon, it would combine with more people, more refugees, and eventually some Aborigines.

Perhaps, there would even be spies from other territories, attempting to do what he was planning on doing.

At this thought, he turned to Belize before clicking the tab. "The Lord could see the loyalties of the people. Wouldn’t there be an indicator if someone wanted to harm the territory?"

"The lowest loyalty was 0, even if the person was hostile," Belize said,

"However, there is a special magic equipment available in towns that could increase loyalties by 50."

Amon nodded, eyes turning to look at the People panel. He was indifferent at first, but his eyes quickly sharpened and his spine straightened just a bit. His eyes narrowed in interest but with a bit of a threatening atmosphere.

Belize saw all these changes and looked curiously. Soon, the Lord gave out an eery chuckle and looked at him.

"It seems you’re no longer the only elementalist in the territory."

Belize frowned immediately at this.

The others couldn’t have gotten here so quickly.

"They’re not your people." He said, judging by their names.

He would later confirm by seeing their demeanor, but he had a feeling they were brethren. Terrans were a little smaller than the average aborigine— Belize was just particularly small—combined with names and demeanor, it was fairly easy to determine who were Terrans and who were not.