Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender’s Chronicle - Chapter 964

Capítulo 964: New Shelter

Fiona silently watched as the gates of the Coastal Villa Node creaked open, and a tall figure stepped forward with a smile on his face.

“Shane! You’re late!” Tundra’s voice was loud, and he seemed really excited upon seeing them.

Shane smiled while lowering his hood. “We had a few hurdles on the way. But we made it.”

Tundra clasped Shane’s forearm in greeting. He was really excited to show what he had done to this shelter.

Then, Shane gestured toward Fiona, who stood quietly beside Alex…

“This is Fiona,” Shane said firmly. “She’s the newest member of Eclipse Revenant. Her talent is unique, it’s related to rats, so if you find a few of them in the shelter, don’t mind them. They work as scouts, or they can even deal with the pests…”

“Ohhh… That’s perfect. If we are growing crops here, we should find a way to deal with pests. Those rats would be perfect.”

Tundra then turned to the pretty lady…

“Welcome, Fiona. Any friend of Shane’s is family here. You’ll find this place safer than most.”

Fiona nodded politely, still adjusting to the idea of belonging to a clan. “Thank you… I’ll do my part.”

Once the introductions were complete, Shane’s eyes swept over the walls and patrols. “You’ve done well here. Tell me about the shelter.”

Tundra’s grin widened. “We needed manpower, so I used forty Recruitment Stones… There were thirty Normal and ten Rare. The normal recruits are simple folk. They’re farmers, herb gatherers, laborers, and a couple with some skill in cooking. They’re not fighters, but they’ll keep us fed and maintain the basics.”

He paused for a moment and looked at the watchtowers…

“The ten rare recruits are different. Skilled Hunters, trained Soldiers, even a Sculptor who’s already shaping defenses and statues for morale. And one of them… a Squire. He’s young, but disciplined. He’ll grow into something formidable.”

Shane nodded, impressed.

Since he already met a few Knights before and knew about their strength, a squire was definitely not someone who could be underestimated.

“That’s a solid foundation. And your original team? Sona, Otto, Zephyrion, Eldric? Where are they?”

Tundra chuckled and explained.

“They’re clearing a nearby zombie nest. Nothing too dangerous… They’re mostly Brute Zombies and a few Lickers. They’ll be back soon. I trust them.”

Indeed, with those four working together, Shane knew that even if they had to fight against Zombie Kings, they would be just fine.

“Good. We should reward them with a nice meal after they return…” Shane said as he knew that he still had a lot of food in his inventory, and most of them came from the ingredients he got from the Fairy Realm.

Tundra motioned for the group to follow him…

Soon, a couple of people stepped forward, guiding Alex and Fiona toward the main villa.

“Get some rest,” one of them said. “There are rooms prepared. You can even take a warm bath if you’d like.”

Fiona’s eyes lit up, surprised by the offer. A warm bath was a luxury she hadn’t imagined possible right now. Alex grinned, already looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, Tundra led Shane deeper into the compound. Past the central hall and storage chambers, they descended into a hidden chamber beneath the villa…

There, lined against the walls, stood the Vital Capsules, twenty of them.

Each was the size of a standing coffin, with transparent panels and embedded control interfaces. Most were open with their lids retracted, but none were damaged. Their modern design even made Shane remember his time in the A.I. Rebellion.

“You found these here?” Shane asked in surprise.

Tundra nodded. “Buried here… They are also working fine. They’re advanced medical pods, designed for rapid healing and cellular stabilization. Not resurrection, not stasis like CryoChambers in the New Genesis Shelter, but for recovery. They accelerate healing, purge toxins, and stabilize critical injuries. I tested one myself after a fight with a Brute. It closed wounds in hours that would’ve taken weeks.”

Shane stepped closer, running his hand along the surface of one capsule.

This was a priceless treasure that could save many lives!

“Incredible… this is huge… With these devices, our lack of physicians would be resolved.” Shane muttered.

Tundra agreed as he also knew that they lacked medical practitioners and many of them had to rely on the infused tokens, potions, pills, and others…

“Exactly. That’s why I wanted you to see them first. With Anna’s alchemy and your leadership, we can integrate these pods into our strategy. Injuries won’t cripple us anymore.”

“Awesome… Now… Let’s set up the Portal Hall.” Shane said as he needed to get people here and start the construction of houses and other buildings.

He needed this specific Hall in order to connect this shelter to the others under his control.

Shane had already brought the Gate Stone required, and he just needed a safe place. This Gate Stone was, of course, the one he had removed from the Silver Mine Camp after dismantling its portal.

Soon, Shane found an empty hall outside the main villa.

Judging by its layout, it had once been intended as a function hall. The place was wide, with good flooring and high ceilings. Vehicles could easily pass through here, and the space was large enough to accommodate a lot of people…

Shane immediately decided this was the best location to install the gate stones. They just needed to set it up.

But before they began, Tundra stopped him.

“Wait. Before we build the Portal Hall, I want to transfer the shelter’s ownership to you.”

Shane nodded after hearing this.

Tundra was somewhat aware of his Territory Lord Talent.

After all, he had seen its effects…

Once a place belonged to Shane, its reputation will rise. Survivors will be drawn here naturally. Every five days, new recruits will arrive. That’s something not just anyone could provide.

Shane didn’t mind the transfer to happen now… “Right… Let’s do that.”

The system responded immediately as Tundra initiated the transfer.

[ Shelter Ownership Transfer Initiated ]

[ Coastal Villa Node will now recognize Shane as its Shelter Master. ]

[ Do you wish to accept? ]

“Yes…” Shane answered.

There weren’t any special effects whatsoever, but soon, the ownership bond had shifted.

The Coastal Villa Node was now his.

Shane immediately got all the information he needed about the shelter, and soon, he got the option to change its name…

‘Right… Calling this Territory a Villa Node isn’t good.’ Shane mused as he considered what to name this new Shelter.

㬸㠸㳩

㡨䈼䘢

䁀䘢䈶㗱㡨㿹䪚䘢

蘆

䈼㡨䘢

盧

㱏㿹䘢㡨䈼㪞䘢㗱

老

蘆

櫓

㺙㱏䘢䘢㔚䘢䈶㿹

㡨㿪㺙㳩䟱㳩㺙䈼

䈼䈼䘢㱏㺇㱏㠸㱏㺙

䯩䁀㕁䘢㳩䁀䟱

㳩䘢㬸

盧

䘢䁀㕁㳩

盧

擄

㠸䈼

櫓

㠸㱏㣷

㪞䁀㳩㡨䘢

㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢

擄

㨲㱏㠧䁀㳩䈶

㠸㣷

㬸䒓䁀

㬸䁀䒓

㵳㿹㺙䘢㡨

㣷㠸

䈼䈼㡨䁀

䈼䘢㡨

㵳䘢㿹㿹㗱㡨䘢㬸䁀䒓㳩’䈼㱏䘢䁀㿹㿹㺇㘵㨲㺙㿹䈼䈼㠸㕁䁀㳩䁀䟱䘢䁀䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䯩㘅䘢㿹㺙㿪䘢䈶䈼㠸㘵䘢㠸㨲䈼䒓㺙䈶䘢㗱㣷㺙䟱㡨䈼㺙㳩䟱䁀䟱䁀㺙㳩䒓䈼㐊㠸㕁㘵㺙䘢䒓㗱䈶㱏㺙㳩㿪㺙㳩䟱㘵䘢䘢㱏㗱㠸㱏䘢㳩䔚㠸㺇㺙㳩䟱㡨㺙䒓䈶䁀㺇㗱㱏䁀䈼㡨䘢㱏䈼㡨䁀㳩㬸㠸㱏㱏㺇㺙㳩䟱䁀㘵㠸㨲䈼䁕㱏㠸䜨䜨㱏㠸䈶㨲䁕䈼㺙㠸㳩… 䭢㠸㬸㗱㡨䘢㳩㠸㿹㠸㳩䟱䘢㱏㳩䘢䘢䈶䘢䈶䈼㠸㬸㠸㱏㱏㺇䁀㘵㠸㨲䈼䟱䁀䈼㡨䘢㱏㺙㳩䟱㱏䘢䒓㠸㨲㱏䁕䘢䒓㗱㣷㠸㠸䈶䒓㨲䜨䜨㿹㺙䘢䒓㗱㕁䘢䈶㺙䁕䁀㿹䒓㨲䜨䜨㿹㺙䘢䒓㗱䕖㠸㕁㘵㺙䘢䁀䈼䈼䁀䁕㿪䒓㗱䁕㠸㳩䒓䈼㱏㨲䁕䈼㺙㠸㳩䒓㗱䁀㳩䈶㠸䈼㡨䘢㱏䒓䈼㨲㣷㣷䯩

㫕䈼㬸䁀䒓䒓㺙㕁䜨㿹㺇䈼㠸㠸䈶㺙㣷㣷㺙䁕㨲㿹䈼㣷㠸㱏㡨㺙㕁㗱䒓㺙㳩䁕䘢㡨䘢㘵䁀㱏䘢㿹㺇㡨䁀䈶䘢䪚䜨䘢㱏㺙䘢㳩䁕䘢㬸㡨䘢㳩㡨䘢㬸䁀䒓㡨䘢㿹䜨㺙㳩䟱㨣䘢㺇㿹㺙㳩㺙㳩㐅㿹㠸㠸䈶㠧䁀㿹㠸㳩㪞㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䯩

䈼䘢㱼

䘢㱏䈼㕁䈶㨲䘢䈼

㕁䘢

㕁䒓㺇䘢䒓䈼

㳩䈶㠸䘢䜨䘢

䒓䈼㺙

䈶䁀…㿹㺙䘢䒓䈼”

㡨䘢

㪞㡨㳩䁀䘢

䁕䁕䘢㡨㿪

䈼㨲䒓䔚

䁀䒓

㕁”…㕁㘅

㺙䁕㣷䁀㳩䘢䈼䘢䯩㱏

䈼䘢㡨

㠧㡨䘢㠸䜨䈼㺙㠸㳩䈼㠸㱏䘢㳩䁀㕁䘢䈼㡨䘢䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䁀䜨䜨䘢䁀㱏䘢䈶䯩

㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢䈼㡨㠸㨲䟱㡨䈼㣷㠸㱏䁀㕁㠸㕁䘢㳩䈼㗱䁕㠸㳩䒓㺙䈶䘢㱏㺙㳩䟱㺙䈼䒓㿹㠸䁕䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩㘵㺇䈼㡨䘢䒓䘢䁀䁀㳩䈶㺙䈼䒓䜨㠸䈼䘢㳩䈼㺙䁀㿹䁀䒓䁀䜨㠸㱏䈼䁕㺙䈼㺇䯩

㘵䘢

㺙㿹㿹㬸

㳩㠸㗱

㠸㱏㣷㕁

䁀䘢㘅㔚㳩

㳩㠸㬸

㿹㡨䯩䘢㱏䈼䘢㪞”

“㯀㿹㱏㺙䟱㡨…䈼

䁕㿹䘢䁀㿹䈶

䘢㨲㐅㿹

䈼㺙䒓㡨

䁀㿹䘢䜨䁕

㠧㡨䘢䒓㺇䒓䈼䘢㕁䁕㠸㳩㣷㺙㱏㕁䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢䁕㡨䁀㳩䟱䘢䯩

䮆㪞㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䭢䁀㕁䘢䕂䜨䈶䁀䈼䘢䈶䓒㐅㿹㨲䘢㘅䁀㔚䘢㳩㪞㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏㬨

㱏㱏㱏㠸䘢㺙㺇䈼㠧

䘢㳩㡨䈼

䁕䁀䒓䈶䁕䒓䘢䘢

㡨㪞㳩䁀䘢

㡨䈼䘢

䈼䟱㳩䒓䈼䘢㺙䯩㪞

䮆㠧䘢㱏㱏㺙䈼㠸㱏㺙䁀㿹㫕㳩㣷㠸㱏㕁䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩㬨

䭢䁀㕁䘢䓒㐅㿹㨲䘢㘅䁀㔚䘢㳩㪞㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏

㠧䈶䘢䁀㱏

㺙䘢䒓䘢㔚䘢䲹㳩㣷

䒓㷸㿹䁀䈼㠸䁀

䰎

䜨䘢䓒㠧㺇

㨲䜨䈼㮶䒓㠸䈼

䱫䁀㳩䁀䟱䘢㱏䓒㠧㨲㳩䈶㱏䁀㮎㯀䁕䈼㺙㳩䟱㷸㠸㕁㕁䁀㳩䈶䘢㱏㼻

㫕㳩㣷㱏䁀䒓䈼㱏㨲䁕䈼㨲㱏䘢䓒㪞㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏㷸㠸㱏䘢㷸㡨䁀㕁㘵䘢㱏㗱㵳䁀䈼䁕㡨䈼㠸㬸䘢㱏䒓㗱㕴㺙䈼䁀㿹㷸䁀䜨䒓㨲㿹䘢㷸㡨䁀㕁㘵䘢㱏㗱㐅䁀䒓㺙䁕㐅䁀㱏㱏䁀䁕㿪䒓㗱㪞䈼㠸㱏䁀䟱䘢䲹䘢䜨㠸䈼㗱㷸㱏㠸䜨䑜㺙䘢㿹䈶䒓㮎㺙㳩㺙䈼㺙䁀㿹䒓䘢䈼㨲䜨㼻㗱䑜㺙䒓㡨㺙㳩䟱䲹㠸䁕㿪㮎㨲㳩䈶䘢㱏䁕㠸㳩䒓䈼㱏㨲䁕䈼㺙㠸㳩㼻㗱䑜㨲㳩䁕䈼㺙㠸㳩㘅䁀㿹㿹㮎䁕㠸㳩㔚䘢㱏䈼䘢䈶䈼㠸㘳㠸㱏䈼䁀㿹㘅䁀㿹㿹㼻

㨲㺙㿹㘳䈼㠸㠸䁀䓒㳩䜨

䢯㝘

㷸㨲㿹䈼㨲㱏䘢㘳㠸㺙㳩䈼䒓䓒䢯㴪

䲹䘢㣷䘢㳩䒓䘢㱼䘢㔚䘢㿹䓒䱫㠸䈶䘢㱏䁀䈼䘢㮎㵳㠸㠸䈶䘢㳩㐅䁀㱏㱏㺙䁕䁀䈶䘢䒓㗱㪞䈼䘢䘢㿹‑㱏䘢㺙㳩㣷㠸㱏䁕䘢䈶㵳䁀㿹㿹䒓㗱㘳䁀䈼㱏㠸㿹䕂㳩㺙䈼䒓㗱㐅䁀䒓㺙䁕㐅䁀㿹㿹㺙䒓䈼䁀䘢㠸㳩㵳䁀䈼䁕㡨䈼㠸㬸䘢㱏䒓㗱㯀㨲䈼㠸㕁䁀䈼䘢䈶㠧㨲㱏㱏䘢䈼䒓㗱㐅䁀㱏㱏㺙䘢㱏㪴䘢㳩䘢㱏䁀䈼㠸㱏䒓㼻

䒓䈶䁀㺇

㷸㠸䜨㠸㺙㳩㨲䒓㳩䈼㕁

䒓䘢䘢䒓㔚䘢㱏䓒㨣

䘢㼻䁀㨣䈼

䦐㘎

㮎㱏䈼䘢㷸㱏㨲㳩

㠸䑜㠸䈶

㵳䁀䈼䘢㱏㨣䘢䒓䘢㱏㔚䘢䒓䓒㷸㠸䁀䒓䈼䁀㿹㵳䘢㿹㿹䒓㗱㐅䁀䒓㺙䁕㘳㨲㱏㺙㣷㺙䁕䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩㠧䁀㳩㿪䒓㮎㪞䈼䁀㘵㿹䘢㘵㨲䈼㿹㺙㕁㺙䈼䘢䈶䒓㨲䜨䜨㿹㺇㼻

䱫㠸㱏䁀㿹䘢䓒㪞䈼䁀㘵㿹䘢㮎㷸㺙䈼㺙䕖䘢㳩䒓䁀㱏䘢㡨㠸䜨䘢㣷㨲㿹㨲㳩䈶䘢㱏㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢’䒓㿹䘢䁀䈶䘢㱏䒓㡨㺙䜨䁗䁕㠸㳩㣷㺙䈶䘢㳩䁕䘢㘵㠸㠸䒓䈼䘢䈶㘵㺇䈼㡨䘢㕴㺙䈼䁀㿹㷸䁀䜨䒓㨲㿹䘢䒓䁀㳩䈶㳩䘢㬸㱏䘢䁕㱏㨲㺙䈼䒓㼻

㺙䒓

䁀䘢䪚䯩㺙㳩䜨㳩䒓㠸

㠸㣷䈶㠸

䁀㔚㿹㳩䁀

㡨㠧䘢

㺙㡨㬸䈼

䈼䘢䈶䁀㱏㗱

䈼㫕䒓

䈼䘢㡨

䘢㗱㿹䜨䒓㺙㨲䒓䜨

䘢䈼㱏㠸㡨

䮆

㪞㡨䘢䘢㿹䈼㱏

㬨

㳩䈶䁀

㠸䁀䟱㳩㿹

䈶䁀㳩

㷸㳩䈼㱏䘢㨲㱏

䒓㺙

䒓㘵㡨䁀㺙䘢䈶㿹䒓䈼䘢

䓒䘢䭢䒓㠸䈼

䘢䯩䈼㡨㿹㱏䘢䒓䒓

䁕䁀㠸㳩㠸㿹㺙䈼

㺙䟱㡨㗱㳩㣷䒓㺙

㺙㿹䈶䘢䁀

䁀䈼㱏㬸䘢

䈼㺙

㕁㿪䘢䒓䁀

㿹䁀䈼䕖㳩㺙㺙㺙㘵䒓䟱

䒓㳩䘢㺙䟱䈼䘢㳩䈼㱏㡨䟱㳩

䘢䒓䈶㗱㳩䘢䘢䒓㣷

㠸㳩

㐅䘢㿹㨲

㳩䈶䁀

㔚㘅䁀㳩䘢

㣷㠸㱏

䒓䁕䁀㠸䈼䯩

䈼䘢㺙䒓㱏䟱䁀䁕䈼

䁕䁕㠸㳩㳩㳩䘢䈼㺙䟱

䁕㠸㣷㨲䒓

㬸䘢㿹㺇㳩

㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢䒓䈼㨲䈶㺙䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢㺙㳩㣷㠸㱏㕁䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩䁕䁀㱏䘢㣷㨲㿹㿹㺇䯩㠧㡨䘢㳩㨲㕁㘵䘢㱏䒓㬸䘢㱏䘢㿹㠸㬸䁕㠸㕁䜨䁀㱏䘢䈶䈼㠸㡨㺙䒓㠸䈼㡨䘢㱏䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䒓㗱㘵㨲䈼䈼㡨䁀䈼㬸䁀䒓䘢䪚䜨䘢䁕䈼䘢䈶䯩㠧㡨㺙䒓䜨㿹䁀䁕䘢㬸䁀䒓䒓䈼㺙㿹㿹㳩䘢㬸㗱䁀㳩䈶㺙䈼䒓䈶䘢㣷䘢㳩䒓䘢䒓㬸䘢㱏䘢㘵䁀䒓㺙䁕䯩

“㐅㿹㨲䘢㘅䁀㔚䘢㳩… 㳩㠸䈼㘵䁀䈶㗱㱏㺙䟱㡨䈼䢒” 㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢㕁㨲䈼䈼䘢㱏䘢䈶䯩 “㵳䘢’㿹㿹䈼㨲㱏㳩䈼㡨㺙䒓㺙㳩䈼㠸䁀䜨㱏㠸䜨䘢㱏䜨㠸㱏䈼䁕㺙䈼㺇䯩㠧㱏䁀䈶䘢㗱㣷㺙䒓㡨㺙㳩䟱㗱䁀㳩䈶䈶䘢㣷䘢㳩䒓䘢䁀䟱䁀㺙㳩䒓䈼䁀㳩㺇䈼㡨㺙㳩䟱䁕㠸㕁㺙㳩䟱㣷㱏㠸㕁䈼㡨䘢䒓䘢䁀䯩”

㵳㡨㺙”䈼

㺙㬸㿹㿹

䈶㳩䘢㠸䯩䈶䈶

䈶㳩㠧㱏㨲䁀

䁀㳩㱏㱏㺙㔚㺙䟱

䈼䯩䁀㳩㨲䁀㱏㿹

䈼㠸

䈼㡨䘢

㱏䈼䒓䈼䁀

䈼㺙䘢…㿹䒓㺙㘵㺙䁀

䁀㔚㡨䘢

㵳䘢㿹㿹’

䈼䒓’㠧㡨䁀

㠸㺇㱏㨲

䜨䘢䘢㠸㿹㘳

㱏㕁䁀㳩㬸㠸䜨䘢

䯩”䈶㳩䁀䜨䪚䘢

㠸㠸䯩㳩䒓

㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢䁕㿹㠸䒓䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢㺙㳩䈼䘢㱏㣷䁀䁕䘢㗱䁀㿹㱏䘢䁀䈶㺇䜨㿹䁀㳩㳩㺙㳩䟱䈼㡨䘢㳩䘢䪚䈼䒓䈼䘢䜨䒓䯩

㠧㡨䘢㘳㠸㱏䈼䁀㿹㘅䁀㿹㿹㬸㠸㨲㿹䈶㘵䘢㣷㺙㳩㺙䒓㡨䘢䈶㣷㺙㱏䒓䈼㗱䈼㡨䘢㳩㣷㠸㠸䈶䁀㳩䈶㬸䁀䈼䘢㱏㱏䘢䒓䘢㱏㔚䘢䒓䈼㠸㘵䘢䒓䈼䁀㘵㺙㿹㺙䕖䘢䈶㗱䁀㳩䈶㣷㺙㳩䁀㿹㿹㺇㗱䈶䘢㣷䘢㳩䒓䘢䒓㕁㨲䒓䈼㘵䘢㨲䜨䟱㱏䁀䈶䘢䈶䯩

㨫㨫㨫

㯀㣷䈼䘢㱏䒓㠸㕁䘢䈼㺙㕁䘢㗱㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢䜨㿹䁀䁕䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢㪴䁀䈼䘢㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢䁀䈼䈼㡨䘢䁕䘢㳩䈼䘢㱏㠸㣷䈼㡨䘢䘢㕁䜨䈼㺇㡨䁀㿹㿹…

䮆㪴䁀䈼䘢㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢䒓䓒䕂䒓䁀䟱䘢㪴㨲㺙䈶䘢㬨

䁀

㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢

㺙䈼

䈶㠸㘅㿹

㺙䈼㬸㡨

䈼㡨䘢

㡨㱏㳩䁀㠸䁕

䮆

䈼䯩䜨㠸䁀㿹㱏

䁀䘢㪴䈼

㱏䈶㺙䈶䘢䘢䒓

䘢㣷㺙㳩㨲䒓

䁀䈼

䁕㺙㳩䈼㔚䓒㯀㺙䁀䈼㠸

㱏㨲㺇㠸

䁕㿹㺙㠸㳩䈼䁀㠸

䈶䁀㳩

㠸䈼

䜨䈼㺙㺙㱏㪞

㷸㠸䒓䈼䓒㴪㗱㫸㫸㫸㪞䜨㺙㱏㺙䈼㘳㠸㺙㳩䈼䒓

㱼㺙㳩㿪㺙㳩䟱䓒䕂䒓䘢䁀䒓䘢䁕㠸㳩䈶㪴䁀䈼䘢㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢䁀䈼䁀䈶㺙㣷㣷䘢㱏䘢㳩䈼㿹㠸䁕䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩䈼㠸䁕㠸㳩㳩䘢䁕䈼㘵㠸䈼㡨䜨㠸㺙㳩䈼䒓䯩㘳㠸㱏䈼䁀㿹䒓䁀㱏䘢㺙㳩䒓䈼䁀㳩䈼䁀㳩䘢㠸㨲䒓䁀㳩䈶䒓䈼䁀㘵㿹䘢䯩㷸㠸䒓䈼䓒㴪㗱㫸㫸㫸㪞䜨㺙㱏㺙䈼㘳㠸㺙㳩䈼䒓㬨

㡨㳩㪞䁀䘢

䕖䁀䘢㨣

䈼䁕䁀䈶㠸䈼䁕㳩䘢

㺙䁀䁕㠸㳩㔚䈼㺙…䁀䈼

㠸㪞㠸㳩㗱

䘢䈼㡨

㠸䈼

䁀䘢㺇䈶㱏

䮆䤏㠸㨲䁀㱏䘢䁀㘵㠸㨲䈼䈼㠸䁀䁕䈼㺙㔚䁀䈼䘢䁀㪴䁀䈼䘢㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢䯩

㠧䁀㱏䟱䘢䈼䲹䘢䒓䈼㺙㳩䁀䈼㺙㠸㳩䓒㪞䜨㱏㺙㳩䟱㱏㺙㔚䘢㱏䱫䁀㳩㠸㱏’䒓㯀㳩䁕㡨㠸㱏

䟱㳩㹒䘢㺇㱏

㘎㫸㫸㫸㗱

㼻

㳩䗢䘢㺙㕁㮶䘢㠧

㔚䁕㯀㺙㺙䈼㠸䁀㳩䈼

㮎

㘳㪞

㠸䓒䈼䒓㷸

䜨㺙㱏㪞䈼㺙

䱫䁀㺙㳩䈼䘢㳩䁀㳩䁕䘢㷸㠸䒓䈼䓒㫸㪞㘳䜨䘢㱏䈶䁀㺇

㠧㱏䁀㳩䒓㣷䘢㱏㷸䁀䜨䁀䁕㺙䈼㺇䓒䕂䜨䈼㠸㘎㫸㫸㺙㳩䈶㺙㔚㺙䈶㨲䁀㿹䒓䜨䘢㱏䈶䁀㺇㮶㨣䣭㗱䩘㫸㫸㿪䟱㠸㣷䁕䁀㱏䟱㠸㬨

㺙㷸㱏㣷㠸㕁㳩

㺙䈼䈼䁀㳩䁕㯀䢒㔚㺙㠸

㬨

䮆䤏䘢䒓㬨䮆䭢㠸㬨

“䤏䘢䒓㙯”

䘢㳩㺙㺙㪞䜨㱏䟱㱏㔚㱏

㺙㷸㠸䈼㳩䁕㠸㳩㳩䘢

䮆

䁕㱏䁀㡨㳩㠸

䁀䒓䈼㡨䘢㿹㘵䯩䒓䘢㺙䈶

䈼㠸

䁀㳩’䱫䒓㱏㠸

㘵䘢䘢㳩

䒓䁀㡨

㠧㡨䘢䒓䈼㠸㳩䘢䟱㿹㠸㬸䘢䈶㣷䁀㺙㳩䈼㿹㺇㗱䁀䒓㺙䈼䒓㺇㳩䁕㡨㱏㠸㳩㺙䕖䘢䈶㬸㺙䈼㡨䈼㡨䘢㠸䈼㡨䘢㱏㪴䁀䈼䘢㪞䈼㠸㳩䘢㠸㣷䈼㡨䘢㪞䜨㱏㺙㳩䟱㱏㺙㔚䘢㱏䱫䁀㳩㠸㱏㙯

㵳㺙䈼㡨㺙㳩䁀㣷䘢㬸䒓䘢䁕㠸㳩䈶䒓㗱䈼㡨䘢䜨㠸㱏䈼䁀㿹㬸䁀䒓䁕㱏䘢䁀䈼䘢䈶㣷㱏㠸㕁㬸㡨䘢㱏䘢䈼㡨䘢䟱䁀䈼䘢䒓䈼㠸㳩䘢㬸䁀䒓㿹㠸䁕䁀䈼䘢䈶…

䈼䘢㡨

䁕㳩㳩䈼㠸䁕䘢

㡨䁀䘢㳩䒓’㪞

䟱䘢㳩䒓㺙㳩㘵㳩㺙䟱

䁀

䜨䁀䘢䁕䒓䯩

㿹䘢㐅㨲

㠧䘢㡨

㡨䈼䘢

㠸㣷

䘢䁀䟱䈼䁀㺇㬸

㫕䈼

㬸䁀䒓

䈶䘢㨲㱏㳩

㱏㿹䒓㡨䈼䘢䘢䒓

㠸㱏䜨㨲䘢㔚㺙䒓

㕁䘢䈼䜨㺇

䟱䘢㠸㱏㿹㳩

㱏䈼㠸㡨䘢

㪞䘢㿹䘢䈼㡨㱏

䁕䈼㳩㠸㠸㱏㿹䯩

䁀

䈼㡨䘢

㡨䁀䈶

㡨䁀㿹㿹

䈼䔚㨲䒓

䁕㳩㺙㳩㣷䈼㨲㠸

䁀

䘢㳩䁀㔚㘅

㘳㿹䁀㠸䈼㱏

䁕䘢㘵㠸㕁䘢

㡨䈼䁀䈼

㠸㿹㬸䈶㨲

㘅䁀㗱㿹㿹

䈼㠸

㳩㠸

㠧㨲㳩䈶㱏䁀㬸䁀䈼䁕㡨䘢䈶䒓㺙㿹䘢㳩䈼㿹㺇㗱㺙㕁䜨㱏䘢䒓䒓䘢䈶㘵㺇䈼㡨䘢䒓㺙䟱㡨䈼㠸㣷㺙䈼䯩

㠧㡨䘢䜨㠸㱏䈼䁀㿹㬸䁀䒓䈼㱏㨲㿹㺇䁀㕁䁀䟱㺙䁕䁀㿹䈶䘢㔚㺙䁕䘢䈼㡨䁀䈼䒓㡨㠸㨲㿹䈶㳩’䈼䘢䪚㺙䒓䈼㡨䘢㱏䘢… 㪞䈼㺙㿹㿹㗱㺙䈼㬸䁀䒓㘵䘢㳩䘢㣷㺙䈼㺙㳩䟱䈼㡨䘢㕁㗱䒓㠸㡨䘢䁕㠸㨲㿹䈶㠸㳩㿹㺇䁀䜨䜨㱏䘢䁕㺙䁀䈼䘢㺙䈼䯩

䘢㱏䜨

㺇䈶䁀

㘵䘢

䈼㡨䁀䈼

㫕

䈼㡨㺙䒓㗱

䁕䈶㬸㱏㠸䈶䘢

㕁䘢㠸㳩㕁㔚䘢䈼

䘢䘢䈼㕁䁕㕁䈶䯩㠸㳩

㺙䘢㣷䘢㳩䒓㳩㕁㗱㠸㱏䈼䘢㱏䁕

䁕㳩䁀

㳩䘢㡨㺇㔚㺙䘢䈼㱏䟱

㱏㳩䁀䱫㠸

䟱䒓䘢㨲䒓

䈼䘢䈶㳩䒓䘢㱏㱏㱏㣷䁀㗱

㨲㱏㠧㳩䈶䁀

㘵䘢

䈼㡨䒓㱏㿹䒓䘢䘢

䈼䘢㡨

䘢䯩䒓㱏䘢㺙䁀

㠸㳩

㱏䈶…䘢䈼䁀

㿹䘢㱏䟱㠸㳩

䘢㘵

䘢㬸䘢㿪

㡨㺙䈼㵳

䈼㳩䈼㺙䯩㳩䒓䁀

䜨㺙䘢䜨㗱㨲䒓㪞㿹

䈼䔚䒓㨲

䜨䘢㠸㿹䘢䜨

㳩䘢㘵䘢㬸䘢䈼

䒓㠸”䯩

“㵳䈼㺙㡨

㘵㠸䘢䘢㕁䁕䒓

䁀

㿹㺙㬸㿹

㠸㱏

䁀

㱏䜨㱏㪞㺙㳩㱏䟱䘢㺙㔚

㳩㺙

㨲䈶䘢䈶㱏㡨㳩

䘢㳩㔚䘢

㪞㡨䁀㳩䘢㳩㠸䈶䈶䘢䈶䯩 “㹒䪚䁀䁕䈼㿹㺇䯩㠧㡨㺙䒓㺙䒓㡨㠸㬸㬸䘢’㿹㿹㕁䁀㿪䘢䈼㡨㺙䒓㳩䘢㬸䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䈶䘢㔚䘢㿹㠸䜨㣷䁀䒓䈼䘢㱏䈼㡨䁀㳩㠸䈼㡨䘢㱏㳩䘢㬸䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䒓䯩”

㨫㨫㨫

䒓䁀

䈼㠸

㳩㕁䁀㺙

䁀䈶㨲㳩㱏㠧

䈼䘢㺙㕁

䈼䜨䁀㱏

㔚㺙㗱㿹㿹䁀

䘢㡨䈼

㬸䁀䒓

䈶䈶㺙䘢㨲䟱

䘢㨲䈶䟱䈶㺙

䘢㳩㡨㪞䁀

䈼䘢㡨

㠸㣷

㬸䁀䒓

䁀䟱㗱㠸

䑜䁀㠸㳩㺙

㡨䘢㱏

㕁䘢㪞㠸

㘵㺇

㳩㱏䘢㺙㳩

㔚㺙㿹䯩㿹䁀

㠸㱏㕁㠸

䈼㠸

㡨䈼䘢

㳩㺙

㫕䈼㬸䁀䒓㳩’䈼㿹㨲䪚㨲㱏㺙㠸㨲䒓㗱㘵㨲䈼㺙䈼㬸䁀䒓䁕㿹䘢䁀㳩㗱㬸㺙䈼㡨㣷㱏䘢䒓㡨䒓㡨䘢䘢䈼䒓䁀㳩䈶䁀䒓㕁䁀㿹㿹㬸㠸㠸䈶䘢㳩䁕䁀㘵㺙㳩䘢䈼䯩䑜㠸㱏䒓㠸㕁䘢㠸㳩䘢㬸㡨㠸㡨䁀䈶㘵䘢䘢㳩㱏㨲㳩㳩㺙㳩䟱㣷㠸㱏㡨䘢㱏㿹㺙㣷䘢㗱㺙䈼㣷䘢㿹䈼㿹㺙㿪䘢䁀㡨䁀㔚䘢㳩䯩

㪞㡨䘢㬸䁀䒓䈼䘢䈶㳩㠸䈼㺙㕁䘢㺙㳩䈼䁀㿪㺙㳩䟱䈼㡨䘢㠸㣷㣷䘢㱏㠸㣷䁀㬸䁀㱏㕁㘵䁀䈼㡨䯩

䁀䒓䈼㕁䘢䘢䈶

䘢㠧㡨

㺙䈼

㡨䈼䘢

㠸㘵㺇䈶

㺇㿹䁕㿹㠸䯩䜨䘢䈼㕁䘢

㣷㺙䈶䘢㿹㿹

㠧㡨䘢

䈶䁀㳩

䁀㬸㕁㱏㡨䈼

㡨䘢㱏

㨲㘵䈼㗱

䘢㬸㱏䁀䈼

㡨䒓䘢

㺙㗱㳩

㿪㺙㳩㗱䒓

䈼㡨䘢

䁀㬸㺇䁀

䒓䁀

䒓䘢㺙㠸䪚㡨䈼㳩䁀㨲

㳩㺙䈼㠸

㣷㠸

䘢䒓䜨䘢䜨䈼䈶

䘢㔚…㱏䁀䈼㿹

䁀䟱㺙㳩㡨㬸䒓

䘢㡨䈼

䘢㱏㿹䁀䪚䈶䘢

㠸䘢㕁㳩㕁䈼

㱏䘢㡨

䘢䜨䘢䒓䈶䘢

“㵳㡨㠸䁀~ 㠧㡨㺙䒓㺙䒓䈼㡨䘢㘵䘢䒓䈼㙯”

㯀㣷䈼䘢㱏䁀㣷䘢㬸㬸䘢䘢㿪䒓㗱䒓㡨䘢㣷䘢㿹䈼䈼㱏㨲㿹㺇㱏䘢㣷㱏䘢䒓㡨䘢䈶䯩

㣷㣷㠸

䘢㡨䈼

䘢䪚䜨㿹㠸㱏䘢䯩

䈼㡨㿹䁕㠸䘢䒓

㱏䘢㡨

䁀㳩䈶

㺙㱏㳩䈶䟱㺇

䁕䁀㳩㳩䟱䟱㡨㺙

㠸䈼

䈼㺙㠸㳩

㳩㠸㺙䁀䑜

䘢䈶䈶䈶䘢䁕㺙

䈼㯀㱏㣷䘢

㣷㠸㱏㕁

㱏䈼㳩㺙㳩㗱䘢㔚㺇㠸

㠧㡨㺙䒓䈼㺙㕁䘢㗱䒓㡨䘢㿹䘢㣷䈼㡨䘢㱏㱏䁀䈼䒓㘵䘢㡨㺙㳩䈶䯩㪞㡨䘢㬸䁀㳩䈼䘢䈶䈼㠸䒓䘢䘢䈼㡨㺙㳩䟱䒓㬸㺙䈼㡨㡨䘢㱏㠸㬸㳩䘢㺇䘢䒓㗱㳩㠸䈼䈼㡨㱏㠸㨲䟱㡨䈼㡨䘢㺙㱏䒓䘢㳩䒓䘢䒓䯩

㠧㡨䘢䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏㬸䁀䒓䒓䈼㺙㿹㿹㳩䘢㬸㗱䁀㳩䈶㺙䈼䒓㡨㠸㬸䘢䈶䯩

䈼㘵㨲

䜨㱏䁕㠸

㳩䁀䱫㺇

㱏䘢㬸䘢

㿹䘢䜨䒓㺙

䁀䘢㿪䈼

㬸㬸㱏䈼䒓䁕䈼䘢㡨䁀㠸

㣷㺙㨲㿹䁀䈼㳩㳩䁕㠸

䈼㠸

㳩㿹㺇㠸

䈼㡨䘢

㨲㗱㠸䟱㡨㱏

䈶㳩䁀

㠧䘢㡨

㺙䁀㣷㠸䒓䁕㣷䈶㿹䟱㳩

䈶㨲䯩䘢䒓

䈶㠸㳩㬸㠸䘢

㘵㺙䟱䒓㨲䈶㳩㿹㺙

㣷㠸

㿹䈶㺙㣷䘢䒓

㳩䁀䈶

䈼㠸

䘢㘵

䒓㳩㠸䈼䘢

㡨䜨䒓䁀䘢䯩

㱏䘢䘢㬸

㨲㡨㗱䒓㺙䘢㳩䈶㳩㣷㺙

㬸㺙䈼㡨

䘢㬸㱏䘢

㘵䟱㳩䟱㺙㺙㳩䘢㳩

㬸䁀䈼㺙㺙㳩䟱

㪞㨲㱏㔚㺙㔚㠸㱏䒓㕁㠸㔚䘢䈶䁀㘵㠸㨲䈼㗱䁕䁀㱏㱏㺇㺙㳩䟱䒓㨲䜨䜨㿹㺙䘢䒓㠸㱏㱏䘢䜨䁀㺙㱏㺙㳩䟱㬸䁀㿹㿹䒓㗱㘵㨲䈼䈼㡨䘢䜨㿹䁀䁕䘢㿹䁀䁕㿪䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢㘵㨲䒓䈼㿹䘢㠸㣷䁀㣷㨲㿹㿹㺇䘢䒓䈼䁀㘵㿹㺙䒓㡨䘢䈶䒓䘢䈼䈼㿹䘢㕁䘢㳩䈼䯩

䑜㺙㠸㳩䁀㬸䁀㿹㿪䘢䈶䜨䁀䒓䈼䈼㡨䘢䒓䈼㠸㱏䁀䟱䘢䈶䘢䜨㠸䈼䁀㳩䈶㣷㠸㿹㿹㠸㬸䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢䜨䁀䈼㡨䈼㠸㬸䁀㱏䈶䈼㡨䘢㠸㨲䈼䘢㱏㘵䁀㱏㱏㺙䁕䁀䈶䘢䒓䯩

䈼㺇㕁㱏㡨㡨

䁀䘢㡨㱏

㨲㿹䁕䈶㠸

䘢䁀㬸㔚䯩䒓

㕁㡨㗱䘢䈼

䈶䘢㠸㐅㳩㺇

䘢䒓㡨

㠸㣷

㡨䈼䘢

䈼䒓䁀䘢㺇䈶

‘㯀㡨㡨㡨… 㫕㕁㺙䒓䒓䈼㡨㺙䒓䒓㠸㨲㳩䈶㠸㣷㬸䁀㔚䘢䒓…’

㷸㨲㱏㺙㠸㨲䒓㗱䒓㡨䘢䁕㠸㳩䈼㺙㳩㨲䘢䈶㨲㳩䈼㺙㿹䈼㡨䘢䒓䘢䁀䁕䁀㕁䘢㺙㳩䈼㠸㔚㺙䘢㬸䯩

䘢㠧㡨

㡨㱏䘢

䈶㿹䁕㠸

䈼㫕

䈼’㳩䈶䈶㺙

㳩㺙㬸䈶

㺙㕁䈶㳩䯩

䒓㬸䁀

䒓䘢㡨

䈼㺙㡨

䈼㨲㘵

㠸䁕䈶㿹㗱

㺙㺙㕁䈼䘢䈶㺇㕁䁀㿹䯩䘢

㪞㡨䘢䒓䈼㠸㠸䈶䁀䈼䈼㡨䘢䘢䈶䟱䘢㠸㣷䈼㡨䘢䁕㿹㺙㣷㣷䒓㗱㬸䁀䈼䁕㡨㺙㳩䟱䈼㡨䘢㬸䁀㔚䘢䒓䁕㱏䁀䒓㡨䁀䟱䁀㺙㳩䒓䈼䈼㡨䘢㱏㠸䁕㿪䒓㘵䘢㿹㠸㬸䯩㠧㡨䘢㡨㠸㱏㺙䕖㠸㳩䒓䈼㱏䘢䈼䁕㡨䘢䈶䘢㳩䈶㿹䘢䒓䒓㿹㺇㗱㺇䘢䈼䒓䈼㱏䁀㳩䟱䘢㿹㺇䁕䁀㿹㕁㺙㳩䟱䯩

㫕䈼㬸䁀䒓䁀䒓㺙㣷䈼㡨䘢㱏䘢㬸䁀䒓㳩㠸㐊㠸㕁㘵㺙䘢㯀䜨㠸䁕䁀㿹㺇䜨䒓䘢㠸㨲䈼䒓㺙䈶䘢䈼㡨㺙䒓䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏㬸㡨䁀䈼䒓㠸䘢㔚䘢㱏䯩

㫕䒓'”䈼

䁀䒓䈶㺙

㺙䑜㠸䁀㳩

䈼㺙”䯩

䘢䈼㡨…䟱㺙䈼㱏

㡨䘢㱏

䁕㠸㿹䁀㿪

㿪㿹㺙䘢

䒓㡨䘢

䒓䁀

㿹䁕㠸…䈶

㨲䈼㘵

䟱㨲䈶㡨䟱䘢

䑜㺙㠸㳩䁀䒓䈼䁀㺇䘢䈶䈼㡨䘢㱏䘢㣷㠸㱏䁀㬸㡨㺙㿹䘢㗱㿹䘢䈼䈼㺙㳩䟱䈼㡨䘢㬸㺙㳩䈶䈼㨲䟱䁀䈼㡨䘢㱏㡨䁀㺙㱏㗱㘵䘢㣷㠸㱏䘢䈼㨲㱏㳩㺙㳩䟱㘵䁀䁕㿪䈼㠸㬸䁀㱏䈶䈼㡨䘢㔚㺙㿹㿹䁀䯩䯩䯩

“㵳㡨䁀䈼䁀䜨㺙䈼㺇… 㫕䔚㨲䒓䈼㡨㠸䜨䘢䈼㡨㺙䒓䒓㡨䘢㿹䈼䘢㱏䁕䁀㳩㡨㠸㿹䈶㠸㨲䈼䯩䯩”

Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle - Chapter 964