Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1122 1122: Doubts

Hours earlier, Captain Abed lingered in his cabin, eyes fixed on the maps scattered over his desk. His group, the Over Growth Clan, held the forty-second spot in the Clan Rankings…

It constantly got eclipsed by mightier foes across the oceans.

The Ironcrest Clan proved the biggest headache among them. They ruled their sea domain… Their Spirit Grain, Ironcrest Timber, and Crystal Salt had surged in demand lately.

Initially, Abed dismissed their dealings with Blue Haven Shelter.

Such exchanges happened routinely between shelters, and few carried real weight. Yet reports revealed Ironcrest snapping up huge stockpiles of Spirit Stones and other arcane items, including Mana Crystals, signaling something unusual.

Spies got sent out, intel collected swiftly.

Within weeks, the facts emerged. Blue Haven Shelter wasn't some ordinary outpost. Brimming with riches and assets, it expanded fast, linked to the top Rank 1 Survivor who commanded the number one Clan, Eclipse Revenant!

Essentially, Ironcrest had hit the jackpot through those trades.

Abed balled his hand into a fist. "If Ironcrest can profit, so can we."

Naturally, following their Clan Leader's orders, they'd pursue this without violence. No attacks, no killing—just sticking to their strengths…

"Our OG Clan can't lag forever. We'll overtake Ironcrest no matter what…" Abed grumbled.

The Over Grown—what they dubbed the OG Clan—boasted unique offerings… Rare ocean herbs, magical pearls, and their treasure, Oceansteel, crafted from deep-sea minerals.

These were treasures Blue Haven Shelter probably never encountered. Securing trade deals would elevate the OG Clan's status.

Thus, Abed launched with a modest fleet of five vessels. Not for threats, but to display power and cohesion… Also to demonstrate the OG Clan's reliability as a trading partner capable of massive volumes…

After all, Oceansteel couldn't fit into their Inventory.

Hence, they deployed nearly all their available ships…

The voyage still demanded several days to arrive.

En route, constant watchfulness guarded against swarms of sea zombies.

Consequently, life on the lead ship under Abed stayed disciplined… Strict order and schedules were enforced.

He woke before sunrise to patrol the deck…

Breakfast remained basic: dried fish, seaweed, and Spirit Grain porridge. Never lavish, yet it fueled the crew's vigor.

Then Abed strolled the deck, chatting with the helmsman, eyeing the sails, verifying the fleet's alignment.

Steady navigation proved essential, naturally.

They pored over charts, followed stars by night, as the helmsman fine-tuned their path precisely—or doom awaited in a Sea Zombie Lord's domain. Despite his vast know-how, Abed wouldn't challenge a Sea Zombie Lord sans the bulk of the OG Clan's elites.

Handling a handful of Sea Zombie Kings was feasible, but Lord-Tiers exceeded his reach… Escape would still cost heavy losses.

Regardless, Abed frequently aided the helmsman. Usually, he'd survey the seas for unknown shores or enemy vessels.

In calm stretches, crew drilled relentlessly to prevent skill decay…

Swordsmen ran formations, archers honed shots on drifting marks, Aura wielders meditated to hone their essence.

Such sessions didn't boost Experience Points, yet sharpened battle sense, technique mastery, and precision.

Moreover, despite the mission's peaceful intent, Abed recognized the ocean's volatility. Pirates from Neutral Shelters lurked, and fierce Sea Zombies struck abruptly.

In lulls, Abed withdrew to his quarters to confer with fellow Clan traders set for bargaining…

He'd participate, mainly approving merchant pacts rather than leading talks with Blue Haven's envoys…

Though ranking above them in the Clan, negotiation wasn't his forte.

Still, he reviewed contracts and schemed ways to showcase OG Clan's wares to Blue Haven if needed. He envisioned the barters, Mana Crystal swaps, and his clan's ranking surge from booming commerce…

***

Days slipped by. The armada glided smoothly, winds pushing from behind.

Nearing their goal, the sailors buzzed with anticipation.

"Are we not there yet?" Abed inquired one dawn, emerging from his cabin.

The helmsman snapped to attention. "Soon, Captain. Territorial waters now. One hour, maybe less."

Abed nodded, sweeping the horizon as usual…

Quickly, a new aroma rode the breeze—hints of shore, settlements… and he sensed it.

Drawing nearer, land signs appeared!

The crew buzzed excitedly.

Some chattered of Blue Haven's riches, others of forging fresh bonds.

For most, docking at a prime mainland shelter for amicable trade was novel.

Soon, Abed positioned at the prow…

The trailing four ships held tight formation, sails billowing, OG Clan flags whipping boldly.

Moments later, Blue Haven Shelter's outline emerged afar. Towering walls hugged the coast, piers jutted out, tiny shapes bustled onshore.

Abed's mouth hinted a smile. "There it is. Blue Haven Shelter. The spot that enriched Ironcrest. Now it's our chance."

The convoy surged ahead.

Sure enough, hands gripped ropes and arms firmly—not aggression, but preparedness.

Uncharted waters meant surprises lurked.

And predictably, Blue Haven wouldn't idly watch their approach!

***

Meanwhile, Eudora and Cici perched shoreside, gazing seaward…

Five mystery ships bore down steadily, unknown flags snapping.

"Do they think we will recognize what banner those are?" Eudora murmured.

Cici laughed lightly, shaking her head…

"Anyway, if help is needed, we'll step in."

Eudora agreed with a nod.

"Let's see how Blue Haven handles this first. They look prepared."

True to form, Providence stirred from the docks.

The enormous craft, laced with enchantments and top gear, powered up.

"Wait… Providence is going alone?" Eudora scowled. "Even with all its enhancements, it's still just one ship against five."

Yet as Providence advanced, the quintet of big ships eased speed. They paused, deferring to the solitary powerhouse.

The elves traded looks, intrigue mounting…

Providence bridged the gap till its skipper loomed clear on deck.

Solitary, crewless, yet his aura stood out sharply…

"State your business here," the captain boomed.

He postured like the five were mere illusions.

Eudora's ears perked. Elven hearing caught every word over the waves.

***

Aboard the OG Clan's lead ship, Abed and crew wavered, uncertainties rising.

Was this really Blue Haven Shelter? Tied to Shane, Rank 1 Survivor? Or had false tales lured them to phantom prosperity?

"Captain…" a trader hissed anxiously. "This feels wrong. Are we being scammed? They don't look awesome at all…"

Abed grasped their fears, yet stayed visionary.

Doubts aside, he signaled. The lead trader advanced to the bow.

"We are the Over Growth Clan," the merchant declared. "Ranked forty‑second among the clans. We come in peace, seeking trade. Our specialties are rare sea herbs, enchanted pearls, and Oceansteel… They were resources unlike any you've seen. We wish to establish commerce with Blue Haven Shelter."

He halted briefly, pondering their Clan Leader's style, then pressed on.

"We also want to know if this shelter truly has wealth and power. We must know that your resources can match ours."

Eudora's gaze sharpened. "So they're here not doing their assignment?"

Providence's captain held steady, face impassive. Then the ocean stirred…

From the depths, five colossal forms surfaced!

OG Clan folk gaped in shock, while Blue Haven shoresiders stayed unfazed…

"Trident Mechs…" Eudora breathed. Her debut glimpse of them deployed!