Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1170: Plan and Merlin’s Memory

Soon, as Tieria’s request settled in the Guild Chat, more nas began to light up the interface.

[ Max: If he’s truly a mage, maybe we should send him to Springriver Manor. The World Tree there is still small, but it gives off mana. He might recall sothing if he stays near it. mories sotis return when people are exposed to strong mana sources... probably. ]

Tieria paused, considering. The World Tree was indeed a rare asset, its slow growth already influencing the surrounding land. If rlin had lost his mories, perhaps his aura could help him recover.

Of course, in that case, the World Tree in the Eclipse Domain was also possible.

[ Layla: Hold on. Before we start sending him anywhere, we need to ensure his loyalty. What if he rembers he was so kind of evil mage? We don’t know his past. He could have been a warlock or worse. ]

Her words made sense as everyone paused for a mont.

The fog recruits were free to choose, but their forgotten histories were always a risk.

[ Asad: Bring him to . ]

The chat froze once again after seeing his chat.

Everyone knew Asad’s reputation. He was a necromancer, a man who walked the line between ally and danger. His request imdiately raised alarms.

[ Jillian: ...Don’t you dare turn him into a Lich! ]

[ Raze: Yeah, Asad. We need him alive, not undead. ]

[ Layla: Exactly. Don’t even think about it. ]

Asad replied quickly, his tone almost exasperated.

[ Asad: I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. I have no intention of turning him into anything. I just want to understand him better. He uses spells, I use spells. That’s all. If he’s truly a mage, I might be able to help him stabilize his casting. ]

Tieria’s chanical eye flickered as he read the exchange. He knew Asad’s words were genuine... the necromancer had always been blunt, but he wasn’t reckless. Still, the suspicion lingered among the others.

Then another ssage appeared.

[ Alex: I’ll be the runner. I’ll go there myself and transport materials directly. No need to use the trade function... the tax after the last update is ridiculous. Better to deliver them in person. ]

It was true... The tax could reach up to 40%, and no one wanted that.

Tieria allowed himself a faint smile.

Alex was reliable, always willing to handle logistics. His offer would ensure rlin received what he needed without draining their resources.

[ Tieria: Good. Max, your idea about Springriver Manor is worth considering, but we’ll wait until the old man settles here first. Layla, your caution is noted... loyalty will be tested before anything else. Asad, you’ll et him, but under supervision. Alex, prepare the transport. ]

The chat quieted for a mont, and everyone swiftly agreed with the plan.

rlin’s arrival had stirred excitent, but also unease. A mage with dozens of spells was a gift, yet his forgotten past was a shadow none could ignore.

Tieria closed the Guild Chat, finally...

"rlin..." he muttered.

This was the first ti a Mage had ever appeared through the Gray Fog’s recruitnt after all...

’Is this a sign? Maybe we can already recruit other people from other Apocalypses?’ Tieria mused, but soon, he shook his head.

All of this would be answered once they started using more Recruitnt Stones anyway.

For now, the old mage rested in his quarters, unaware of the debate raging among his new allies.

***

A day later, rlin awoke to the sound of faint chis echoing through the corridor.

For a mont, he thought he was still in the fog, drifting endlessly... However, the warmth of the bed beneath him reminded him otherwise.

’Right... I’m in the real world now...’

His quarters in the left wing of the headquarters were far more luxurious than anything he rembered... though mory itself was a fragile thing.

The room was spacious, lined with polished stone walls and reinforced by an energy that wasn’t similar to Mana...

There was a table that had already been set with fruit from the Sunveil Vineyard Do, according to the assistant yesterday...

Aside from the fruit, there was a sandwich and a steaming tonic that slled faintly of herbs. rlin sat slowly, his body stiff from years of wandering in the mist, and reached for the tonic. The warmth spread through him, easing the ache in his bones.

Outside his window, he could see the bustle of the Stronghold. Workers moved in lines, carrying materials for the road project. Guards patrolled the ramparts, and may others.

The fortress was alive, a hive of activity, and rlin felt both comforted and overwheld.

A knock ca at his door.

A young attendant entered, bowing respectfully before placing a set of clothes... "Sir rlin, your new clothes have just arrived. If you need anything, simply call. Later, you will be escorted to the dining hall for a proper al."

rlin nodded, grateful. "Thank you. This... this is more than I expected."

The attendant smiled faintly and left...

When the door closed, rlin sighed while staring at his hands.

The System window he had projected yesterday was sothing he couldn’t understand.

Still, the fact that he had Spells that could be seen through by the system amazed him...

Later in the day, he wandered the halls. The Oga Stronghold was vast and he was even escorted around after informing them of his intention..

Just like that, he passed the Auto‑Forge, where chanical arms hamred away at broken blades, and paused to watch. Sparks flew, and survivors cheered as a weapon was enhanced to Epic tier.

It was an interesting sight...

rlin marveled at the technology... it was unlike anything he rembered from the old world.

In the courtyard, he saw the Oga Mind Tower rising like a spike, its aura was washing over the Stronghold. He felt it imdiately after being close to the tower... There was a clarity in his thoughts and a calmness in his heart.

For a man who had lived in fog for a long ti, the sensation was almost overwhelming. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and for a fleeting mont thought he rembered voices... laughter... a family. But the mory slipped away before he could grasp it.

’I have family... I wonder if they’re still alive...’

rlin muttered as he tried to recall the faceless figure in his mories.