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!"

Thomas's face darkened, and gravely said "Yes, it's

could create a small bomb with a power equivalent to five atomic

thin atmosphere. Else

or above. That was because only

increased by 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

of mental strength as one needed to direct all the mana in the atmosphere into a specific point. That's where a Demon came in. The Demon would send a clone of their body in the dungeon and through the connection they had with their clone they would direct the mana towards the mana compressor which would slowly condense

believe they were scheming such a thing from underneath our

at the tablet for a bit,

like the mana compressor has stopped working.

head, the captain

have found

how could

time he was too focused on making sure everyone was alright that

down the tablet in his hands, his

had previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to

"It's him?"

...

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

in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected to the electrocardiogram were attached 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. Slowly, my

lay there pathetically, hoping for the pain 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

-Clank!

and a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved scrub top with a white coat and similar blue colored pants entered

the doctor, a rough blonde individual sat on a chair with his legs crossed and a

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

had previously accompanied me to the gate, put away

when I first met him, but differently from last time he

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

my bed, Thomas loosened his necktie and took

"Do you mind?"

my head

city, and the city lights brightly lit the area around the

what I

leisurely leaned back and also

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

stop a possible dungeon

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

towards me and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as he

"A skill?"

eyes wide, I immediately shook my

enough to receive

was so shocked that I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be surprised by how generous

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

that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people

weapon arts, or anything that required some sort of mastery,

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

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

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