After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1618

Chapter 1618: The Waste

Trigger Warning: Drug use

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Gian left the house and onto the narrow streets outside. He walked a couple of meters in a direction, ending up in front of a similar house to the one he had just been in.

This was the first house he had ever leased in Flaret. At first, before there was a massive increase of drug production and distribution (so he could steal some), he had to use his own money to rent out a house.

This was money he saved up while he was a member of the Terran Mercenary Team, supposedly used to give his sister a good life, though she could do that now well without him.

In a sense, he worked so hard, spent so much, and risked so much in this lone mission, partially due to his need to feel...relevant.

He had been alone in this world after leaving the mercenary team, and he had to admit he had felt lost for a long time. Rescuing people made him feel needed, as if there was still a reason he was still alive.

He was a soldier, and the whole ’serving others’ doctrine fuelled most of his actions, but in the end, a lot of it was to fill in a void created by his sins and selfishness.

But did it matter? At least he was actively helping people.

This house was the only one they used for the first few months, and it was extremely dense. In fact, using some scrap wood, he had gotten the first batches of rescue to build three-tier bunk beds, and these were still in use today.

Most of the beds were empty because most of them were outside, working. Some were gathering materials to sell at the town center, while others were buying raw materials to make some crafts. They were also the ones assigned to buy raw materials for the other houses with the newer slaves who could not go out themselves yet.

Some did sewing, some did basket making, and so on. The funds for their food were taken there, because everyone knew that most of the gold Gian gathered was to buy slaves and rent houses.

He went to one of the bedrooms and stopped at the threshold. He immediately saw someone curled on the floor, though only his feet were visible as the rest of the body was covered by the bed.

Gian sighed heavily, unsurprised, and he walked over to check if the person was still alive.

He was, but at the same time not exactly. The man was shivering heavily, gripping at his own arms, as if in extreme pain, and he didn’t care if he was hurting himself.

The man...was having withdrawal symptoms. Gian looked at the man with eyes full of disgust. This scene reminded him of long-buried memories he did not want to remember.

Gian and his sister, Samantha, grew up with a single mother. For the most part, she was a loving mother. However, to support the two of them, she entered an unsavory industry, which ultimately got her hooked on these horrible things.

He had seen its effects firsthand and he abhorred that he was so dependent on selling it at this time.

At some point, the shriveling man finally sensed his presence and sat up. He had a reddish face, and he looked at him in desperation, grabbing Gian’s arm with his thin hands. "Do you have any o-of that?"

Gian coldly pried his hand away. "Stop it. Snap out of it."

The disgust in Gian’s eyes became complicated every time he saw his face.

This was actually an old comrade of theirs, one who retired a few years before the incident.

The man’s name was Galleon Pierce, and he was Terran survivor #001.

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"Gian!" the older man yelled as he tried to grab on to him again. "G-Give it to me!"

Gian’s frown deepened as he avoided his grip.

"Stay back," he said, and the man froze, obediently staying back.

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