The Author's POV

Chapter 32

"Report everything that happened since we lost connection to you guys"

Neatly standing in a line, white-clad individuals stood with their backs straight and with their hands behind their back.

In front of them, Thomas stood there looking at them solemnly.

Stepping up, a white-clad individual with a golden ring on his arm spoke.

"Reporting to Vice-Director, during the sandstorm some sort of radio frequency disruptor was installed preventing us from communicating with the outside world."

"We also couldn't communicate with each other, and because of the low visibility I ordered them to stay within one meter radius of the closest person next to them"

Nodding his head, Thomas took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one of them. Placing the cigarette in his mouth, he exhaled a cloud of smoke as he listened to the report.

Puff!

"As demonic energy was detected before entering the gate, using the energy detector we managed to locate the source of the demonic energy"

Pausing slightly, the captain looked around at his team members and said "the eye of the storm..."

"...Hm? The eye? Are you sure?"

"Affirmative"

Frowning, Thomas pinched the middle of his brows and contemplated.

'If the source of the demonic energy was within the sandstorm, then it can be confirmed that this was an artificially created sandstorm...but why create a sandstorm?'

Suddenly, as he was contemplating, a thought struck him, causing him to quickly focus his attention back on the alpha team captain.

"Did you enter the eye storm?"

Shaking his head, the captain spoke "Negative, by the time we arrived at the edge of the storm everything had already started dying down"

"..huh?"

Surprised by this information, Thomas's frown deepened.

"When everything died down, we managed to catch a glimpse of a black castle not far from where we stood"

Interrupting once again, Thomas thought of something as he asked

"...A black castle? Describe me its features"

"Here sir"

Taking out a tablet, the captain handed it over to Thomas who scrolled through the photos. Soon his face revealed a trace of astonishment

"This is the work of a Baron or higher ranked demon!"

"Pardon?"

Confused, the captain tilted his head.

How could a Baron-ranked demon or higher be able to enter an F rank dungeon?

"Here take a look at this"

Pointing at the castle in the picture, Thomas pinched his fingers and zoomed in. Soon the features of the castle became clearer revealing what seemed to be a small beacon.

"This!"

and gravely said

with a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The force released by the bomb was so

to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the

or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power of the mana

many folds. A mana compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to it into a ball of thick dense energy. But in order for it to do so, it needed someone to direct mana

clone of their body in the dungeon and through

can't believe they were scheming such a thing from underneath

for a bit, Thomas looked at the

mana compressor has stopped working. Did you

head, the captain

have

how could I forget

was too focused on making sure everyone

in his hands, his finger directly paused on a

him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly

"It's him?"

...

my eyes, I blankly stared at the unfamiliar ceiling for a moment, then slowly I turned my head to the side. As my head cleared, a strong pungent smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. The room was silent and apart from my heavy breathing, only the beeping sound coming from the electrocardiogram in the corner of the

pain hit my head as I looked at my body which was covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long

up. But once I tried to move my upper body, it was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen

to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a myriad of questions

What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired

-Clank!

the door of the room opened, and a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved scrub top with a white coat and similar blue

a chair with his legs crossed and a newspaper in his

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

Thomas, who had previously accompanied me to the gate, put

when I first met him, but differently from last time he was currently wearing a brown suit which was full of

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

necktie and took out a pack of

"Do you mind?"

my head around

nighttime in Ashton city, and the city lights brightly lit the area around

what

Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a serious loss

at the star-filled night "...so after a brief discussion with the

couldn't help but let out

"A skill?"

I immediately shook my

nearly don-e enough to

started stuttering as I

understandable as in this world if someone were to ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most

were all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their

or anything that required some sort of

learning a technique before they could proudly say that

with skills all you needed to do was learn it and all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to train the skill, as once you learned it you were capable of

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