After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1864

Chapter 1864: Virion, the Lord’s Brother

This brother of his went missing for a while, but when he returned, it was like the City went back on track.

Not only did he take down the evil uncle who had taken advantage while he, the Lord was suffering from his long-term illness, but he also played a key role during the current Fire Plague.

All this time, he thought this man had just run away. It wasn’t the first time he escaped from his responsibilities to frolick around. Who’d have thought it was just their damned uncle who manipulated so many things?

Fortunately, he escaped the enemy clutches. Fortunately, he was alive and well.

Virion had even brought in connections that had saved thousands of lives.

This was his heir and the only sibling he had left, Virion.

"I didn’t do much. It’s all them," he said, shrugging.

Valhalla nodded. "It is indeed a very interesting place. I hope to visit it someday."

"I haven’t been there before either, though sometimes I do think we are fated."

Before Otto contacted him back then, making deals about medicine, he already knew the place. After all, one of their guards once freed him from an embarrassing situation.

Virion’s casual expression slowly faded as he looked at his brother, and then at the bruises on his body. Some were covered by the tattoos, but the discoloration was obvious.

"They managed to formulate inhibitors, vaccines, and a cure..." he said, pausing. "What if they—

The Lord sighed. "I do not wish to get our hopes up, so I hope you don’t have many expectations."

"But—"

He was already a young man in the previous Fire Plague, so he had really experienced the stark contrast of how quickly and cleanly it was handled this time.

Two of his siblings perished from the same illness, albeit a decade apart, while he was also afflicted. However, perhaps because of his denser orc blood, the illness had less effect on him, letting him live this long.

Orcs and half-orcs could still be affected by the plague, but they generally had higher chances of survival and avoiding the symptoms altogether. That said, Orcs had low fecundity, so it could be said to just balance things out.

However, in his case, he was already showing symptoms back then. It was his ability that saved him.

Unlike his siblings, who barely had any orc blood left, he was a quarter orc, though many people did not know this. His ears were just hidden underneath his lush mane.

Quarter-orcs might not be able to become elementalists or Powers, but there was a small chance for them to awaken abilities like the orcs and the half-orcs. Of course, the lower the blood, the less powerful the power.

However, to him, it was enough.

His power was regeneration. For the past forty years, it had been keeping him alive despite being destined to die all those years ago. After all, most of the survivors wouldn’t be able to access aether at all. It was as if the mysterious ’organ’ was gone.

In his case, it was alive, but barely so after all these decades. The disease was slowly catching up to him as he aged, and his level could no longer increase fast enough.

Valhalla knew that he was growing weak. There would be an increasing number of times, usually months, where he’d be bedridden. The last one lasted longer than usual, and this was when his maternal uncle, who had been slowly growing his power in the background, made the decisive move.

"I’d still like to ask them to check on you," Virion said, a solemn expression on his face. "I want you to give birth to actual heirs."

Virion sighed. "She’ll be fine. Didn’t you see her pummel that level 30 beast that attacked our walls? She probably imagined my face there."

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