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!"

face darkened, and gravely

create a small bomb with a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The force released

Earth's thin

or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power of the mana compressor without going

reached a noble rank, not only did they become stronger, but their mental fortitude increased by many folds. A mana compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to it into

point. That's where a Demon came in. The Demon would send a clone of their body in the dungeon and through

such

a bit, Thomas looked at the captain and

has stopped working. Did

his head, the

have found a

how could I forget

the time he was too focused on making sure everyone

in his hands,

previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to identify the person in

"It's him?"

...

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

at my body which was covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected to

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

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

have I been here? Where am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired prior

-Clank!

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

individual sat on a chair with his legs crossed

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

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"

down next to my bed, Thomas loosened his necktie and took out a pack of cigarettes

"Do you mind?"

I turned my head around and looked outside the

the city lights

what

cloud of smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked at the brightly

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've

looked at the star-filled night "...so after

again pausing, Thomas turned his attention towards me and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as he spoke "Well...they decided to grant

"A skill?"

immediately shook my

nearly don-e enough to

I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be surprised by

reaction was understandable as in this world if someone were to ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't even think

manuals, weapon manuals, cores were all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their worth was

anything that required some

before they could

transferred in your brain. There was no need to train the skill,

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