After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1687

Chapter 1687: Still Trying to Attack

[11/09/2025] I’ve scheduled a few days in advance! A massive storm is coming, and we might lose power. Hopefully, it’s back before all my scheduled chaps get sent out xD Anyway, I still can’t reply to your comments/reviews for now. Sorry! Will read them all soon!

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When she arrived in Voumi, she somehow thrived in the atmosphere of the harem. No matter how unsightly Hesso was, he was still a noble, and outside of bedroom activities, they really did live what was considered the ’good life’ in this wretched planet.

Except that, one day, all the scheming had gone too far, and she got a miscarriage.

It happened about a week ago during a party held in the Lord’s house. Nobles in this world loved their parties. Even if the wealth coming in was lower, they’d just find a way to get money from below.

Normally, this might lead to a revolt. However, the suppressing effect of strength here was more extreme than in Terran, and the locals’ minds weren’t as creative. Along with the advent of the drug, the masses became more controlled.

It was a drug party which she didn’t want to be a part of, knowing how it could get. However, a servant asked for her, claiming Hesso called for her.

"Sasha! My lovely Sasha! I thought you didn’t want to go? You missed me so much, huh?" he exclaimed, stretching out his arms so she would sit on his lap. That voice had always disgusted her, and his words gave her a bad feeling.

And she was right.

He was high, with a mix of drugs and what she later discovered to be an aphrodisiac. Hesso decided it was cool to take advantage of her in front of everyone. The more violent his pounding, the more exciting the ’show’ was to them.

She lost her child in the activity that followed. Later, she found out that the servant was Sandra’s.

Somehow, it seemed like the rumors that her baby could be Mafo’s were still lurking, and that bitch didn’t want any loose ends.

Obviously, it was mostly Hesso’s fault, but he was the person she and her lifestyle were unfortunately dependent on, so she could not alienate him.

So, she hated Sandra.

And she wanted her gone.

These were the dark thoughts that were in her mind until she noticed something unusual at the sill of her window. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stood up to take a closer look.

She narrowed her eyes as she stared at it. A letter?

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In a dingy rented room in Voumi, Atlas looked out the window, looking in a certain direction.

He was among those who were sent here, in Voumi, to be spies. Like it always was, they pretended not to know each other, so naturally their identities were independent.

In his case, he was a young person from a village, hoping to get a ’better life’ in a town. Plenty of people were like him, and they actually had very similar living conditions.

Because their levels were not high, the job options as non-locals were limited. This was why, at least at the start, most could only afford to rent a room in the slum area until they could get a good job or get noticed by nobles.

Like every spy, they were well-equipped and were given a decent budget to survive long-term in the territory in question. Their spaces were also filled with different types of potions, at least one protective charm, and other things.

He and the other spies had also taken the improved anti-drug medicine, which would allow them to have an aversion to most addictive drugs.

CRASH!

They even asked them where Wazan was! Who the heck was that!?

HE ALREADY HAD SO MANY PROBLEMS, HOW DARE THEY ADD TO IT?!

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