After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1672

Chapter 1672: Undercurrents in Voumi

A/N: Some mature stuff in the first few paragraphs. Just a couple of sentences. Just warning you so you won’t get an unpleasant whiplash lololol.

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Voumi

"Hurry...! Hurry...!" Sandra gasped as she clawed a man’s back as he pounded into her.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

Gingo gritted his teeth as he finished, burying his head on the woman’s shoulder as he released his seed inside of her.

He pulled out and looked at the woman’s stomach, which was bulging a bit. It should be a month or two old now.

He grinned, gently touching the surface. "To think that in a few years, our son would be heir to this place."

Sandra gasped and covered his mouth. She quickly looked around, pale. "Are you stupid?!" she hissed. "We don’t even have a voice blocker!"

Gingo grinned, opening her legs again and reentering. "Relax," he said as he let out a breathless groan. "Everyone has been mobilized with all the chaos going around. And we chose an isolated place."

At the mention of the chaos, Sandra’s expression darkened even more, only slightly distracted by the movements above her.

The past month or so, there had been a heavy air that loomed above Voumi, more than usual.

The drugs had become rampant, and every noble family had at least one addict. Fine, okay, at least they wouldn’t go insane, just addicted. After all, most of these nobles were around level 20. The drugs gave them pleasure and made them seek out more, but they wouldn’t be paralyzed because of it.

The main problem was that even the middle-class citizens and some lower-class citizens, who somehow got the little snorts, were also widely affected.

The thing was, it spread out so much among the masses that it was obvious someone sold the powder for cheap at first, then just spiked up the price after. This was a common tactic, but it was getting annoying.

People would fight, gamble, and kill. The withdrawal syndrome reminded her of zombies, except they were not as rabid, but no less disgusting.

It was really chaotic, and she couldn’t even go to Town to shop without being disgusted anymore!

She was a modern woman. Even if she was fed and clothed well in local standards, how could she live a life of confinement? Especially when her husband, even if he was a lord, was uglier than a toad?!

She did not care for the people much, of course, but what she cared about was the fact that this territory would be her son’s!

How could they be so stupid as to let this get this bad? It might’ve been fine if she had been getting any advantage, but she wasn’t! Rather, it was like watching her house implode from within!

Fortunately, her side wasn’t completely disadvantaged. She looked at Gingo. "Why haven’t you gotten a share of the pie yet?"

If they could actually earn from this epidemic, then maybe it’d be worth it.

Gingo gripped her chin and kissed her, biting her lips.

"Don’t be so impatient, love," he said. "I have already traced the merchants, and I should get a deal with them soon."

He smirked, already seeing the money that would pour into his wallet.

After that succeeded... he looked at the woman’s stomach.

"Is that something to brag about!?" he yelled, and the men immediately bowed, hoping to quell his anger.

Mafo gritted his teeth, slapping the table and destroying his 12th table this month. "You idiots! Don’t you see? Other people are making money off of us!!"

Though it might have been enlightened by a whisper, particularly from a certain smart-mouthed slave, Eian.¹

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