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

by the demons to compress all the mana inside of a dungeon. In doing so, they could create a small bomb with a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The force

couldn't adapt to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else

or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could

compressor concentrated all the mana that

a Demon came in. The Demon would send a clone of their body in the dungeon and through

they were scheming such a thing from

the tablet for a bit, Thomas

like the mana compressor has

head,

have found

how could I forget

about a survivor, but at the time he was too focused on making sure everyone was

down the tablet in his hands, his finger

a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to identify

"It's him?"

...

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 room could be

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

instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen to me. Slowly, my body sank onto the

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

long have I been here? Where am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired prior to waking up in this unfamiliar

-Clank!

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

a rough blonde individual sat on a chair with his legs crossed and a newspaper in his

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

who had previously accompanied me to the gate, put away the newspaper in

the same as when I first met him, but differently from last time he was currently

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

bed, Thomas loosened his necktie and took out a pack of

"Do you mind?"

my head, I turned my head around and

Ashton city, and the city

what I

cloud of smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

we managed to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in

star-filled night "...so after a brief discussion with the higher-ups a decision

help but let

"A skill?"

immediately shook my

don-e enough to

shocked that I started stuttering as I couldn't help but

someone were to ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't even

though monster parts, martial manuals, weapon manuals, cores were all things that held

anything that required some sort of mastery, skills could be

would spend years learning a technique before they could proudly say that they had

the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to train the skill, as once you

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