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

Chapter 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.

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.

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