After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1061: Women’s Fight

The aborigines naturally knew what this meant. They all thoroughly listened to the rules. They weren’t particularly smart, but they learned—through years of practice—that they had to be familiar with these things if they wanted to have the chaotic fun they were used to having.

The challenge was part of the fun, in a sense, and ’overcoming the rules’ in the literal sense gave them another sense of ’high’.

Of course, they were just excited to wage war already so they could erase all that and just do whatever they wanted.

In any case, knowing the rules meant they knew that Uttot was sent to prison.

They glared at the women, intending to make them suffer without getting into trouble themselves!

At the same time, the girls also realized what they could do.

If they couldn’t handle them with brute force, then they could verbally harass them back!

"They’re so ugly!" Brianna started, looking at Jenna as if she was in aghast. "I don’t know where they get their confidence from."

"Did you see those teeth? It’s so yellow—no, orange!"

"Gross."

"Did you see all those spots on that guy’s face?" another girl said, just blurting out what she had been thinking all this time. "I bet bugs live there, using them as caves."

The passerbys watching nearby also threw in their own opinions. "They smell, too! My face couldn’t help but scrunch up when they passed by!"

"I know right? It’s so embarrassing that they can sashay through the busy streets looking and smelling like that!"

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This made the men tense up in anger, their eyes turning red. Their fists clenched and they gritted their teeth, minds whirring with what to do to cause as much damage as they could.

It wasn’t easy. After all, even gesturing to attack sent Uttot away! Uttot barely even moved then!

Then, it reached a boiling point when Jenna found some trash in her space (an empty bottle of something) to throw.

Plack!

It hit another one of the men smack on the head.

[Littering: You have received a penalty of 100 copper.]

"..."

"YOU BITCH!!" The man screamed, and his companions weren’t able to stop him anymore and—

He disappeared too.

Jenna gulped, staring at where the man—who was very much intent on killing her—was just standing.

Well…, that was a hundred copper well spent.

…

"Heh, the trash got triggered by trash, eh?" Jenna said, very much trying to maximize the 100 copper she inexplicably lost.

Seeing the girls like this empowered the people around them, starting another round of bullying.

Every other man wanted to attack badly, to beat everyone up into pulp. They felt physically in pain trying to hold themselves back—but somehow, they did.

They had done this many times before, so they weren’t careless. One of the reasons Belluga couldn’t do anything was because Patte had tested the limits of their rules and regulations.

They were even more careful with Alterra, which was obviously much more powerful than Belluga.

Naturally, they weren’t going to do anything stupid that’d land them in jail—especially not some weak women!

That was what they wanted to say—but they already lost two people!!

...

Not far away stood a pair of guards called in by a citizen. This was Cassie, as well as her new friend Yllana, an aborigine they rescued and recruited from the then-Guia Village.

The two of them rushed as soon as they found out a group of women were surrounded by aborigine men.

While they trusted the system, as women they knew firsthand how it felt like to be on the other side of such ’affection’. They didn’t want it even on their enemies!

"It’s amazing…" Yllana said, looking complicated at how the intruders were being handled. She had been surrounded by men like that for years, especially in Guia. To see them so powerless was something that filled her heart with satisfaction.

It was amazing. If those men were anywhere else, they’d have caused a lot of damage. In Alterra… the locals could insult them without fearing for their lives.

"Will they be alright?" she couldn’t help but worry.

"They’ll be fine," Cassie said. "The territory adds a lot of new rules every time a loophole is revealed."

Every week, guards held meetings to update the status of the territory as well as some loopholes that could be taken advantage of. This also included those they found during the previous wars. This would then be reported to Elder Garan, who’d get the Elder circle to add a fitting rule.

This amazed Yllana even more.

She was the daughter of a former lord, so she knew that each rule cost huge amounts of money. Even the simplest non-aggression rule could cost hundreds of gold—let alone using just intent (and not results) as the trigger.

The more detailed and subtle the rules were, the more money it cost. However, Alterra didn’t seem to care as long as its citizen was protected. It didn’t matter if everything would be null during wars—the more days people were safe, then any cost would be worth it.

Over time, Alterra’s defense would only get better.

It was not an exaggeration to say that—as long as they were outside of wars—every citizen in the territory would be safe from enemy aggression.

The physical ones, at least. The verbal ones were too difficult. They wouldn’t want to send people to jail every time there was a spat, after all!

Seeing the situation handled a bit, the two women did not approach anymore.

"They’re strong," Cassie said after a pause. "I already called for backup. There’s no use going there ourselves—we’d just add to the people they’d hit on."

This did feel a bit cold, and Cassie didn’t feel good saying it.

Her eyes fixed on the women surrounded by evil men. The reason why these men treated women like this so easily was because of how they were perceived.

Someday, Cassie swore to be part of the reason why that’d change.

…

Unlike many idiotic aborigines who had the same motives, this group only went around and enjoyed their tours, and at the same time planning what they’d do when they captured it.

After they found loopholes, only then would they start causing havoc.

They had never been to a territory as difficult as Alterra and, as much as they wanted to cause chaos, they knew they’d fail this mission as soon as they got into a full-on conflict with the enemies.

Before, they wouldn’t care too much. They would even do their best to take down some enemies before going.

But Alterra wouldn’t even let them have that satisfaction! They’d go to prison even before they could cause damage!

Not to mention, the place itself was too good—they had never wanted a mission to succeed as much as they did now!

So, as reluctant as they were, they could only let the women go—for now.

Still, the arrogant men couldn’t let the girls leave in peace. "Wait a bit, woman," Panghi—another level 20—grinned, creeply licking his lips and teeth. "You’ll get to taste some goodness soon."

"I will get you underneath me soon," another said, leaning over to the most beautiful one—who happened to be Becky. "Ah, so beautiful and spicy—you must be delicious."

He said this in a way that triggered some old memories in Becky’s mind.

After Fargo got bored with her, she was gifted to the Rongo Mercenary team where she was played with as a group every day. It was the most horrid thing she had ever experienced.

She never said it to anyone, nor did she show her trauma—especially not to her boyfriend, Luis. Those memories were repressed and buried deep inside of her as she tried to make a new life for herself here.

However, the more one tried to bury things, sometimes they ended up revealing themselves even more.

"Becky’s the prettiest! So gorgeous, so exciting!"

"Yes, Becky! Scream! Scream as loud as you can!"

"You’re in pain? You love it, don’t you?"

"I’ll make you feel real good…"

She was slightly shaken when she felt wet, hot, breath next to her ears. "Let’s meet up at the inn, yeah? I’ll make you feel real good."

Becky’s mind whirled, remembering the things she went through back in Fargo. Her hand moved to take out a Class D Dagger from her space. It was something she stole from one of the Rongo mercenaries.

Using the only inherited skill she had, she stabbed down at the man’s nether regions—which was bulging by the way, making it an easier target that didn’t even need thought to hit.

Stab!

"AHHHHH!!" the man screamed as he grabbed his bleeding crotch, falling down on the paved floor.

Because Becky didn’t have hostility when she attacked—only defense instincts—the rule wasn’t immediately implemented. However, when the damage was done, it became concrete and unambiguous.

This time, with the bright light, it was Becky who disappeared.