After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 482

Fargo Village

Inside one of the villas in Fargo Village, an urgent meeting was being held. In the center was the former general Henry, and on each side were his children.

The group of them, since Garan left, had fortunately only lost a few. The person they lost, a young man by the name of Jack, died because Gian decided to move to the other side.

It was unfathomable to them and they almost died trying to kill him. However, Gian was strong, and those who could take him—Leon and Santos—were unwilling until they heard of an explanation fro him.

Why risk exposing themselves after holding back for so long? It was fortunate that everyone had signed strict oaths of non-betrayal, and Gian wouldn’t be able to leak any plans to Fargo at all.

However, just in case, they did decide to shift their plans just in case so even if somehow Gian said anything, they wouldn’t be compromised.

This wasn’t impossible primarily because of their new ’players’.

During this time, there was also a small group of refugees from the north, led by soldiers. However, after what happened with Gian, they also got the newcomers to sign a non-betrayal oath for security reasons.

With this their group even got bigger and, with Leon and Santos’ help, they had only gotten stronger in level. The two slowed down in level due to the weakness of the monsters around, but they were still strong at level 19 and 20, respectively.

Obviously, Fargo couldn’t have been blind to the threat they could give.

As for how they kept their lives despite this, it was because Fargo mostly depended on them to defend the territory. Fargo’s own guards pretty much just relaxed and did what they wanted.

It was difficult, but they had to close their eyes to what was happening. In exchange, Fargo and his men would keep the lives of the people.

It wasn’t a formal agreement, but happened through threats and actual murder whenever they showed any signs of rebellion.

This was a silent agreement between the two parties, and it was how they kept their lives despite being possible ’threats’ to his reign.

Or more accurately, he may not see them as threats at all.

At this time, they were discussing the war Fargo started against a fellow Terran territory.

"The war is over, I see," Henry, who was sitting at the center, said with a sigh. One of the reporting soldiers, Leon, told what he had gathered so far.

"Yes, the teleportation array had just closed. It seemed to have been an easy win, considering the differing state of Fargo’s men compared to the slaves they brought with them."

Heavy silence reigned in the room at the term.

Slaves. There were Terran slaves now.

And this was just in their territory, what else for many others?

Not everyone fought against fellow Terrans, did that mean their people had become slaves to Aborigines as well?

The thought sent heat to their heads, and more to their heart—especially due to their current helplessness about it.

Victor sighed and looked at Leon, "What else?" He asked, "How… were they treated?"

Leon’s hands clenched as he reported. He couldn’t help but recall the poor state of the ’slaves’, saying what he had seen about their condition.

First, they arrived bloodied and pitiful, showing signs that they had definitely suffered during the war.

He noted the differences between the injuries of the men and the women. The men had their faces beaten up, and their bodies were full of bruises. The women… looked relatively clean, but the way they walked—how they dragged their bodies—with some of them bleeding just down their legs, gave them an idea of what happened.

Their wounds remained untreated the whole time and their paths traced a line of blood. They were taken directly to the slum area near the other gate. It was a place of makeshift houses with no amenities at all. There were no toilets and their food was placed in troughs—very much like what would be seen in a pig sty.