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

Trigger Warning: Gross. Not recommended to read while eating.

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Inside the System Prison

The System Prison had always been operational, though it was particularly fully-packed after the war, and understandably so.

The entire structure was built near the mountains and had an area of around 2000 square meters and 2 stories. It partially dug into the mountains, with cells of 10 square meters for most, and a few tiny 2 square meter ones and half the normal ceiling height for isolated cases.

Alterra customized it enough so it could be slightly more livable than the same prisons in other territories, but of course it was still—in their standard—the bare minimum.

For example, each cell had several bunk beds with three layers. In terms of size, a bed was just big enough for a normal terran man to lie down. For taller aborigines, their feet might protrude out a bit.

There were rarely such cases in Prisons in other territories. Each cell might have the same number of occupants (the system had a set maximum), but there would usually be no beds.

So, it was only the powerful people who would be able to lie down, while the rest would squeeze in a corner, using as little floor space as possible if they didn’t want to be ganged up on by the cell ’bosses’.

There was also a small toilet at the edge of each cell. It automatically cleaned up as System prisons did. This was an additional feature that cost a little money, so not all prisons had this either.

In those cases, the prisoners could pee and defecate on the floor and wait until the Lord decided to pay a certain amount of money for the building to clean up all surfaces on its own.

Overall, the Alterran System Prison was a bit inhuman by Terran standards, but kind by aborigine standards.

Not to mention Alterra’s Manual prison, where ’minor’ criminals were incarcerated.

Because they had to clean up themselves, the facilities were relatively complete and there was no lifespan being taken away.

Only those judged to be extremely dangerous were kept in System Prisons. The level 1 prison only had a 1000-person capacity, after all. With the number of prisoners they had, they couldn’t keep everyone in there.

Instead, for those prisoners who were judged redeemable, they were moved to either the manual prison or to the more humane dormitories at the edge of the territory.

They were much denser than the normal dormitories and staying there deducted contribution points or atonement points from them automatically, but it was a much better treatment than the people in prisons get.

It was also the incentive for the Prisoners to work harder. After all, it would allow them to have a decent roof above their heads!

Anyway, at this time, Fargo was in the most dreaded System Prison, being thrown around a small cell by his five cellmates.

They were kicking him hard, punching him, and throwing him around.

Because System Prisons was the worst punishment in the territory, breaking a few non-violence rules now that the war was over didn’t seem to do much to the prisoners anymore, at least not outwardly.

What they didn’t know was that the prison would suck out their lives and strength faster than usual during these transgressions, but even if they knew they might not necessarily care at this time.

They just hated this bastard so much!

Fortunately for Fargo, the Prison weakened every inmate to a good degree, and had a bigger proportional effect to the stronger ones. Of course, a level 1 Prison still had a lot of limitations.

It could only handle level 20s without a problem at level one, so—unless they were not too evil and willingly signed strict oaths—the level 30 prisoners were either killed outright.

Still, it didn’t mean nothing hurt. Prisoners were weakened here, and this didn’t just mean it terms of aggressive power. Their defenses were compromised, too.

One moment he was kicked smack to one of the walls, on another someone would grab the back of his head and grind his face against the rough surfaces.

He was already filled with broken skin, teeth, wounds, and bruises. He was level 20, but his enemies were no weaker, not to mention they had all their limbs.

Bang!

”AHHHH!”

”This is your fault! You bastard!”

”If I wasn’t here—ah!—you people would’ve lost an hour into the war!” he yelled, spitting out blood.

This was true, and these people actually knew this, but this made them beat him up even more. They believed that somehow, something was his fault! They needed to vent on someone!!

Fargo struggled to lift himself up, but another hand grabbed his hair, dragging him across the small room and threw him down the toilet filled with shit. The System only cleaned up the building once a day, so it was... occupied.

Fargo was forced to snort in fresh feces, with some going into his nose and mouth.

Gurgglegurglegurle

”COUGH!”

He was pulled out to be thrown against a wall again. They continued to vent their anger on him, blaming him for getting Alterra on their radar in the first place!

They totally forgot their own greed for it, blaming everything on Fargo.

But... who cared?

Bang! Crash!

Fargo’s could only be pounded with pain, disgust, and humiliation.

Fargo continued to be passed around, some of his dirt splashing on the beds he passed by.

”Don’t get that thing near my bed!” one of the other cellmates yelled at the others. ”This place already stinks as it is!”

These were mercenaries hired by Basset. Because they were also from a Level 1 Town and they went through the array, they unfortunately weren’t immune to the slavery clause.

The others listened and just threw Fargo to the ground. He could barely move by now and he was only alive because of their physiques and the fact that everyone had been weakened.

He laid there, unmoving, with no one bothering with him except kicking him farther away from their beds.

He was poor, beat up, and pitiful, and yet... no one pitied him.