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 "Yes,

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

to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the consequences

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

mana compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to it into a ball of thick dense

body in the

scheming such a

tablet for a bit, Thomas looked at the captain

has stopped

head,

We have found

how could I

a survivor, but at the time he was

down the tablet in his hands, his finger

covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to identify the person in the

"It's him?"

...

my head cleared, a strong pungent smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. The room was silent and apart

in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected to

was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen to

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

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

-Clank!

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

individual sat on a chair with his legs

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

me to the gate, put away

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"

his necktie

"Do you mind?"

my head, I turned my head around and looked outside the

currently nighttime in Ashton city, and the city

just what I

back and also looked at the

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

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

star-filled night "...so after

couldn't help but let out a dry

"A skill?"

eyes wide, I immediately shook my hands

nearly don-e enough to receive a

stuttering as I couldn't

ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't even think

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

anything that required some sort of mastery, skills could be

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

instantly be transferred in your brain.

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