Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle - Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005: Knights of the Round
“That’s a promise…” Shane said with a chuckle…

Misha and the rest then looked at the map again, curious about what was out there. After feeling satisfied, they continued looking around.

“Tell us something more about these things you’re selling… This is our first time spending Zombie Cores. I want to make sure we’re doing it right.” Misha said to the merchant.

Rowan was more than happy to continue…

He reached into his enormous pack once more, pulling out another bundle. This time, he laid out a set of lanterns.

They were compact, oil-burning, with glass shields to protect the flame.

“Reliable light,” Rowan explained. “Wind won’t snuff these out easily. Patrols at night will be safer.”

Misha picked one up carefully, her eyes reflecting the glow. “This would help us a lot… If the Light Orbs from Boss Shane are no longer working.” she helplessly smiled.

Next came coils of rope, thick and durable… “These are meant for construction, climbing, and binding. Rope is never a luxury, but these high-quality ones would make things a lot easier for your work around here.

The recruits nodded, already imagining how useful it would be for reinforcing walls or setting traps.

Rowan then produced small pouches filled with powders. “Seasonings,” he said with a faint smile. “Salt, pepper, dried herbs. Survivors forget that food isn’t just fuel. Morale rises when meals taste like more than ash.”

Well, Rowan had no idea what they were eating here, but seeing that the outpost looked terrible, he believed that it would be sold.

However, the Super Soldiers just nodded and didn’t seem that excited.

Rowan realized that they had probably lost their sense of taste like many other Survivors he met, or perhaps, they were just having good food here.

Rowan sighed as he placed a small wooden box on the table. Inside were vials filled with faintly shimmering liquid.

“Recovery Draughts,” he explained. “They’re not healing potions… But these tonics accelerate natural recovery. After battle or heavy labor, drink one, and your body will mend faster.”

The recruits leaned closer, their curiosity piqued. It seemed like a decent tonic for their price of 10 Zombie Cores. It wasn’t bad at all.

Shane studied the vials carefully, noting the faint shimmer inside. He had seen similar concoctions before, though rarely in such quantity…

He didn’t mind if they spend their money on these tonics.

Rowan leaned back, his smile calm. “I can see you all have decent weapons already… What you lack are comforts, tools, and ways to keep yourselves strong… You can check all the things I have here…”

Shane nodded as he looked at his Super Soldiers.

“Alright, you can all decide what to do with your Zombie Cores… I will be busy for a bit.”

The recruits nodded eagerly, already debating among themselves what to purchase…

***

In the meantime, Shane soon returned to his tent as he let Misha and the rest think for themselves.

They already received Zombie Cores from him, and if they needed more, they could easily ask for advancement payment for their jobs.

A few moments later, he took out the Sea Map…

He wanted to closely study the map and had Cloud record it. So even if the maps get destroyed, he would have a copy in his A.I. Support’s database.

“Cloud… Record this map…”

[ Affirmative. ]

Shane’s eyes then moved across the rows of symbols, each one hinting at dangers or opportunities hidden across the sea.

He barely had the time to study it a while ago, so he wanted to carefully check it now.

“These three islands aren’t that far… They should be my first target.”

One of the islands had a black tower symbol, which was explained as the ruins of ancient structures. Although it’s a place where treasures or artifacts might be found, it could also be guarded by powerful threats.

The white tower marked sanctuaries… They were rare islands or locations where survivors might find safety or forgotten technology, though the notes warned they were unstable and sometimes vanished.

The claw marks symbol denoted hunting grounds of colossal Zombies, or some territorial predators that ruled the waves.

The lightning bolts marked storm zones, cursed waters where tempests never ceased.

But there were far more signs…

“This is a lot…” Shane muttered as he checked through them. Although Cloud could always remind him of this information, he needed to make a plan for his exploration. He couldn’t just let Cloud decide on it.

He continued checking the marks in parchment containing all the information about the symbols.

Broken Chain was a place that could hold prisons or sealed vaults. The notes warned of “bound entities” that might still linger.

Crescent Moon denoted places of strange phenomena tied to tides and lunar cycles, and it was described as “Unstable.”

Pair of Wings, on the other hand, suggested aerial dangers. It could be nests of mutated birds or flying Zombies… The note showed it was “Forbidden”…

Then, the Dead Fish Symbol meant that the waters were poisoned or barren, where fishing was impossible.

Normal Fish Symbol: Rich fishing grounds, vital for sustaining settlements.

“So these are the fishing Zones, huh… Many of them are too far from the shoreline… There’s really a need for large fishing vessels. This should be Vasco’s main project.” He muttered to himself.

Then, he quickly browsed through the notes…

[ Octopus: Deep‑sea monster territory, tentacled horrors lurking beneath the waves. ]

[ Treasure Chest: Hidden caches, abandoned hoards, or shipwreck treasures. ]

[ Flame: Volcanic islands, dangerous but rich in minerals. ]

[ Anchor: Natural harbors, safe docking points for ships. ]

[ Eye: Places of surveillance or mystery. ]

[ Crown: Islands with rulers or factions already established. ]

[ Biohazard Mark: Corrupted zones, poisoned lands unfit for habitation. ]

[ Skull: Mutated zombie territory, ranging from Zombie King to Zombie Lord. ]

[ Old Wooden Ship: Wreckage fields, dangerous currents littered with broken vessels. ]

[ Spiral: Whirlpool, deadly currents that can swallow ships whole. ]

“This is quite exciting…” Shane muttered as he realized how big this world was…

Unfortunately, the Zombie Virus was just within the Fiend Continent… It had spread to other islands as well.

***

Far away from Shane’s outpost, in the fortified halls of the Overlord Clan’s main shelter, Lancelot sat upon his chair. His expression darkened as the messenger finished his report.

The eastern shoreline outpost, their fishing zone near the East Sea, had been annihilated.

For about two months, that small settlement had quietly supplied the clan with between two to three thousand kilograms of fish every five days. It was a steady lifeline, feeding soldiers and fueling their expansion projects.

Now, that food source was severed.

“Hendryx’s group was strong,” Lancelot muttered with a low voice…

“They had summoning scrolls of Zombie Lord, trained fighters… Whoever defeated them must have an army of skilled Survivors.”

He clenched his fist against the armrest.

The only reason the outpost had been kept small was to avoid drawing too much attention. A fortress would have been too obvious, too tempting a target for a possible Zombie Wave.

He didn’t want to spread his force too much…

But now, that decision had backfired.

“I should have built walls, towers… even if it meant halting the mining projects, the roadworks, the expansion of our northern camps… A mistake. A costly mistake.” Lancelot could only regret his decisions.

He was too worried about the budget that it became too easy to conquer their outpost.

‘I guess my Overlord Clan wasn’t feared enough…’ Lancelot thought as he knew what to do.

The room was silent, with his lieutenants exchanging uneasy glances. They knew how vital that fishing zone had been. Without it, a huge part of their food reserves would dwindle, and they would probably have to rely on the system’s marketplace to patch up this problem.

Lancelot rose to his feet with his Tier 5 Emperor’s Cloak sweeping across the floor. His eyes burned with fury. “We have to recover that fishing zone. This is war.”

His declaration echoed through the chamber, filled with killing intent…

If possible, he wanted to take the lead and take that place back. But he knew about the scouts that had been observing their shelters.

Without a doubt, those scouts were from the Clans who had lost their Spirit Stone mining sites… This includes Shane’s Eclipse Revenant Clan after what he did in Silver Mine Camp.

“I can’t leave this shelter… Bismarck, I need you to lead the Night Raiders and take that outpost back.” Lancelot ordered as he looked at the large middle-aged man who had a third eye on his forehead…

“Consider it done…” He replied with confidence.

However, none of them knew the truth, that it wasn’t an army that had taken the outpost. It wasn’t an unknown clan or a coalition of Survivors. It was Shane, the Rank 1 Survivor on the leaderboard, who had conquered it alone.

He had no other helpers aside from the rats as his guide!

And while Lancelot prepared for war, Shane was already planning his next move. He knew very well that the Overlord Clan would also come for him.