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

dungeon. In doing so, they could create a small bomb with a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The force released by the bomb was so strong that it would cause the pocket

adapt to Earth's thin

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

noble rank, not only did they become stronger, but their mental fortitude increased by many folds. A mana compressor concentrated all the mana that

a clone of their body in the dungeon and through the connection they had with their clone they would direct the mana towards

such a thing from

for a bit, Thomas looked at the

compressor has stopped working. Did

his head, the

have

how could I

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

his hands, his finger

covered his face,

"It's him?"

...

opening 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

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

I tried to move my upper body, it was instantly

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

I tried to remember what had transpired prior to

-Clank!

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

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

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

gate, put away the newspaper in his hands

looked the same as when I first met him, but differently from last

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

Thomas loosened his necktie

"Do you mind?"

turned my head around and

currently nighttime in Ashton city, and the city

what I

Thomas leisurely leaned back

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

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

"...so after a brief discussion with

but let

"A skill?"

immediately shook my hands

don-e enough to

I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be

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

held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their worth was far lower than

or anything that required some sort of mastery, skills could be learned

would spend years learning a technique before they could proudly

it and all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain.

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