After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 440

[55 Days After The Migration]

Fargo Village

At this time, nearly two hundred kilometers west of Altera, stood one of the strongest level 3 villages in the region.

It was already dark at this time. The torches around the room were flickering, and the shadows casted an eerie glow amongst the people within.

The intimidating man looked at his men. He listened to their reports, looking leisurely and relaxed, but everyone knew he was remembering every detail.

The reports this time had one focus: Determining which territory was most efficient to attack.

Amon had always been warlike in nature. If he didn’t commit some major violence in a while, he would feel uncomfortable. At the same time, this was an entirely new world and, for now, even he had to follow rules, including only being able to attack one territory a month, so he planned to choose wisely.

The first month after the Protection Period had almost ended and he still hadn’t waged a war. But the world was so big and the Terran territories alone took some time to investigate.

Now, his village had reached level 3 after raising taxes and receiving refugees all over. He had gained more confidence in the wars.

After all, for his ’tier’, he believed was at the top. He wasn’t being overconfident either as Belize, the aborigine, also expressed his admiration.

He also doubted other villages would be able to have more force value than he had.

He had hundreds of guards, a lot of whom were loyalists, some even from his Terran days.

He also had a few strong Aborigine fighters and professionals—something those inferior territories didn’t have.

Belize also managed to hire some good characters, when some of his henchmen tracked him to Fargo after much time.

Although there was a level limit in wars, these people were allowed to defend as long as it was within territory walls. They could also take down people outside the walls, weakening them bit by bit.

Not to mention, he still had several guns in stock. Before the Migration, his group had managed to take as many guns as they allowed.

A pity for the collection of plasma guns he had, sadly left behind to waste back in Terran.

Anyway, the guns they had might be useless to the new monsters, but even level 10 humans could be killed by what they brought.

He knew this because he almost killed an annoying aborigine. He was not even a fighter, a mere Class E life professional, and the bastard dared to look down on him because of his low level!

Belize stopped him because apparently there was still a certain standard of safety that Lords must guarantee the hired individuals. Lords attacking them himself was absolutely prohibited.

It was only because of a non-disclosure pact that this aborigine wouldn’t be able to do anything in return even after being let go that he managed to leave with his life.

"There are a total of four villages our people had investigated: Bright Village, Vismont Village, and Diana Village. All of these territories are less than 100 kilometers from our Fargo village. Juno Village was a bit farther away, almost 150 kilometers, but it was near Diana so we checked it out as well."

These people who went to investigate were trusted loyalists, so the information could be trusted.

"There wasn’t anything special in Juno or Diana Villages, as they both chose standard buildings.

"There’s nothing worth occupying there They barely managed to deal with the improved mobs and it would only be a matter of time before one or two of them fell."

"What about resources?"

"Diana village had dense forests and they had to take down all the trees inside."

Uzon and a few others sneered, "Stupid." After all, resources within the walls were practically free, without fear of poisons or bugs. They pretty much took down their own easy food source.

"About Juno…"

He paused and gave the bosses an awkward stare. He was obviously conflicted about what to say.

It was Uzon, one of his close confidants, who ordered the man to finish speaking. "What is it?"

The man flinched a bit and looked at Fargo. "I did learn that the refresh rate of plants has become a bit slower than when we first came…"

Amon turned his head to him, sharp eyes staring deeply at the aborigine. "Why are you only telling me this?" _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

Anyway, Amon didn’t care about the dead and ruminated on the four territories. This news narrowed down the choices.

"Tell me more about these two territories," He said, pointing at Bright and Vismont. "Tell me their exact locations."

In order to declare war on a territory, they had to know its location first. When the war started, they either had to travel directly with their forces or pay a reasonable discounted fee of 10 silver per person per way.

In terms of war, teleportation was the best bet because the factor of meeting mobs in the way was eliminated, as well as the factor of time.

However, in order to get the option of teleportation, the place must be found on the lord’s map. To do this, the standard transfer of maps must be done, hence his own people had to land in these places first before he could do anything to them.

However, in the Lord Token screen, there was also an ’Other Territories’ tab which would show the locations any permanent citizen had landed on after becoming one.

The names and levels would be visible here, though nothing else. But he, at least, had an idea of what territories were in his region.

However, Beliza gave him a treasure, a magic tool specifically created for the purpose of knowing more about territories in this panel.

It was called Fief Visionstone, which was a small attachment the size of a fingernail that could be integrated into the lord token. It was supposedly a bit rare and very expensive.

Although Amon couldn’t confirm this for now, he still decided to show the aborigine some goodwill.

So, as a reward, he gave Belize a small plot of land to set base on. He also built him modular buildings in sets, letting him live in his own mansion. It was very much like his own estate, and the man loved it very much.

This had become their own base—a large one with completed facilities. It was also a place where he and his men could do whatever they wanted without repercussions.

Amon knew this person and his men loved playing with women, and he had allowed him to choose amongst the thousands of women in his territory.

Speaking of, he did hear this man had just taken in a dozen women of all shapes and sizes. Of course, it wasn’t just for him, but also for his people and friends. What would be done to these women was obvious and Fargo couldn’t care less.

Amon smirked satisfied. He liked men like this. This was because even if they were smart, could easily be dealt with.

As long as you give them what they want, of course.