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

"I will be joining the war and will see blood, anyway," Kimmy said. "And I want the first one to be that bastard's."

Kimmy decided to join the war in order to gain more contribution points. She really needed to save up as much as she could for her child.

With the exception of children who awakened their system on their own in Terran—like Maya and Horus—the status of children between 3 and below 12 years old were with their parents. Below that age was nothing, and they were not listed in the Lord's panel either.

According to Gregor, this was likely because children below that age had a very high mortality rate.

The Extreme Weather cases that happened every one or two years, for example, tended to take a lot of infant lives even in Towns—let alone villages. Considering how most children were born in 'weaker' families, this depressing percentage was increased a bit more.

Kimmy's child, Hope, was still a visitor, the fees of which were automatically deducted to her wallet.

Kimmy herself was only a temporary resident. This meant she also needed to gain contribution points for two in order to get permanent residencies for both of them. The best way to do that was through wars.

Her first official war being with Basset Town also felt… poetic. After all, she would help take down the territory that enabled Patte to do all those evil deeds in the first place.

Soon, the group arrived outside his cell and saw what had been a man. Now, he looked like a disgusting monster.

He was full of wounds and scars all over, some of which were festering and filled with pus. He no longer hand most of his fingers, toes, and teeth, making him completely unrecognizable from the shameless bastard they first knew him as.

Patte weakly raised his head and his eyes turned red as he saw them.

"BITCHH! I WILL KILL YOU!! BITCHHH!" he screeched with his bloody mouth, cursing at her like he usually did when she was around. However, he was even more desperate this time, as if his life depended on it.

"COME HERE! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!? TO ME?!"

Then he paused, looking at her with extreme manicness. "You—you are just a slut I took in front of other people! You think people will forget how disgusting you were by doing this to me!?"

Kimmy flinched and Yelena sobbed. Luis gritted his teeth and stepped forward to punch the bastard right on the face.

PAK!

It seemed like his jaw was dislocated, because he could barely say anything understandable after all.

However, Patte did not give up. His crazy eyes were fixed on Kimmy in particular, yelling at her—spitting saliva—despite no one understanding his words.

Patte was trying to make her mad. Before, she and Yelena would watch as he was tortured without lifting a hand, with Yelena slowly getting used to the violence.

It seemed like today, he wanted her to make a move.

He definitely wanted to vent, but perhaps he also wanted to anger her to attack.

Perhaps, he wanted to take her with him. Knowing him, he probably did. As for what he could do at his state, who knew, but they weren't taking any risks.

Luis stepped forward and drove his feet into the man's chest, sending him smack to the wall.

BANG!

Without another breath, he closed the distance again and unleashed a few more kicks. The final blow crushed his leg—just in case.

"AHHHHH!"

Patte coughed blood, his body twitching as he struggled to lift his head. His bloodied gaze fixed on Kimmy, who had taken out a blade.

Suddenly, he felt cold.

Although he had wished for death many times while he was being tortured—and considering how he was trying to anger Kimmy to finally end him—when actually faced with death, his body was gripped with fear.

"No… d-don't…" he rasped. "D-Don't kill me!!"

All his cowardice showed at this moment, and he started getting desperate in his pleas. "P-Please! Don't!"

In that moment, the image of their roles being reversed all those months ago passed by their heads.

Kimmy's grip on the blade tightened. She remembered how she begged—how powerless and humiliated she felt.

At this, the confidence in her blade increased, and she knew for sure she was taking his life today.

"Don't worry, the death you've been wishing for is finally here," she said. "Your father finally declared war on us—so there is no need to keep you alive anymore."

Using her dominant right hand—the hand she was just holding Yelena's with—Kimmy raised her blade, eyes watching coldly as the man begged for his life.

"Watch closely, Yelena," she said. "Watch how this dirty part of our part will finally die in our own hands."

Slash!

A deep gash opened across Patte's neck as he lay there, watching his own blood spill out in slow, morbid waves.

His mouth hung open as he gasped for air—for life. Trembling, he tried to make a sound, but his body was giving way, unable to do so.

Minutes passed.

Choking on the warmth of his own blood, eyes wide with immortalized fear, Patte finally took his last breath—never to cause pain to anyone else ever again.

…

Basset Town

Inside his office, Bentro flinched and shot up from his seat. His breath stagnated a bit as he headed to the side where his few magic tools were.

One of this was a magic tool called the [Life Candle], which was a special engraved candle that had perennial fire. This fire stayed lit as long as the associated soul—his son—was alive.

Now, it was gone.

Patte was his only surviving child, and—due to an accident in his youth, on top of his level—Patte would be the last one he would ever have.

Patte was his only blood left and now he's… dead?

He gaped, unable to immediate comprehend the implications until he the smoke created a message—one that would indicate where he died.

[Alterra Town]

Bentro's eyes turned red as his heart raged with flames of madness.

"AHHHH!!"