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 a

mana inside 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 was

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

a mana compressor could only be utilized by Baron-ranked demons or above. That was because only Baron-ranked

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 a ball of thick dense energy. But in order for it to do so, it needed someone to direct mana into

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 all the mana that was directed to it. Only Baron-ranked demons or above could

were scheming such a thing from

tablet for a bit, Thomas looked at the

mana compressor has stopped

his head, the

We have found a

yes how could

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

the tablet in his hands, his finger directly paused on

covered his face, Thomas was

"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

was covered in bandages. Aside

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

I could only lay there pathetically, hoping for the pain to disappear. Staring at the ceiling,

am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired

-Clank!

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

sat on a chair

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

to the gate, put away the

last time

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

necktie and took out a pack of

"Do you mind?"

my head around and looked outside

city, and the city lights brightly lit

what

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

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

of you, we managed to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a serious loss for

"...so after a brief discussion with the higher-ups a decision was

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

"A skill?"

I immediately

enough to receive a

that I started stuttering as I

you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't even think twice before answering

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

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

before they could proudly say that they had

all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need

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