After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 857

Cain shook and gritted his teeth, but his arrogance still flowed as he saw her there. He didn’t know how they found him so quickly, but that didn’t matter now.

What he needed to do was to survive, and it so happened that the emotional woman could be just what he needed.

His eyes darted to the people surrounding him. There was the one-armed man holding that brat back. Ah, now that he thought about it, he did seem familiar…

Beside him was another soldier—he could tell by his stance—and then next to him was a pale young lad with his bow and arrow out, pointing at him.

It was that brat who kept trying to attack him in the forest a few days ago, apparently the nephew of one of his women.

With at least three people wanting him dead, he wondered what he could say to keep his life.

However, Cain had always believed in his own luck. Back in Terran, his father would clean up after every thing. No matter what he did—even if his actions inadvertently caused a few lives—he always got away with it.

Here, in this world where there was no law, it was even easier.

He had encountered his first obstacle when he got kicked out of the territory. He almost lost his life many times, and gained so many scars, but look: Didn’t he get revenge on the person who did that to him?

Anyway, he got lucky and found refugees back then, just when he was at the end of his rope, eventually leading him to the newly-nomadic Shrao people from the East.

Even when he was also in danger, he believed things would somehow work out his way again.

Still, he couldn’t help but look down at Juni—a beautiful starlet with nothing but her face and body.

Even with his confidence, seeing her above him like this admittedly hit several chords and made his heart clench in annoyance and indignance. Combined with the pain and the humiliation, the words that came out of his mouth were a bit unfiltered.

Anyway, a little woman like this wouldn’t be able to do anything if he managed to convince the men behind her to do otherwise.

"Being unable to move is really an unpleasant feeling," he said. "Was that how you felt back then? I’m sorry… I was immature. I really thought you enjoyed it with how you were moaning—"

Stab!

"AGH!" He yelled as he felt a blade buried in his stomach. If he could move well, he’d have flinched and bent wildly, but he could not.

Ironically, he was paralyzed and unable to move well, but the pain was way too vivid—no, it was even exacerbated.

His eyes were red as he glared at the woman he had thought of as an ant, a toy to give him pleasure. She really dared to hurt him like this…

"Our Juni’s gotten a little powerful eh?" he continued, "Did you pander after a man? Which one?"

His eyes turned to look at Victor: Powerful, confident, and handsome. "It’s him, right?" he asked, zoning in on his target.

His dirty eyes darted to Juni. "I can tell you a lot of things about this woman, too. Don’t you wanna know?" _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

She released as much acid as she could in hopes of achieving this, and Cain could scream his lungs out.

It was very much lke being cooked alive, except in certain spots on the skin, which wasn’t necessarily better than the whole body being boiled, due to the contrast.

"GGGAAHHHHH!" he yelled and screamed and due to the high level of pain, he was even flinching a bit. He looked like a pitiful fish thrown in boiling water, slowly being cooked alive.

"STOOOPPITTT! AHHHHHHH!" Cain continued to yell as he went through unimaginable pain, his level and element the only thing keeping him alive.

…which, with this amount of suffering, might not be a good thing.

Horus’ rounded eyes didn’t leave the man as he suffered, trying to burn the image in his own mind.

Crow’s bow and arrow were still raised, and his attention never left the bastard that caused so much suffering. However, his heart felt fiery as he watched the man scream.

He had hoped to cause it himself before, but Crow was satisfied now because he wouldn’t have caused him as much pain as Juni could.

Torturing him like this definitely would not bring those people back, nor was it comparable to the pain he had caused all over, but it was a memory they would remember along with the good memories of their loved ones back when they were alive.

They remembered every moment so that in their minds, they could tell them: You can rest in peace now; the devil has fallen.