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!"

darkened, and gravely said "Yes, it's

used 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

to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else

compressor could only be utilized by Baron-ranked demons or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power of the mana compressor without going

compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to it into a ball of thick dense energy. But in order

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

can't believe they were scheming such a thing from underneath

a bit, Thomas looked at the captain and

has stopped

head, the captain

have found a

how could I

hearing something about a survivor, but at the time he was too focused on making sure everyone was alright that it slipped through

the tablet in his hands, his finger directly paused on

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

"It's him?"

...

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

covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long

instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to

at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a myriad of questions emerged in

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

-Clank!

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

doctor, a rough blonde individual sat on a chair with

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

gate, put away the newspaper in his hands and entered the

I first met him, but differently from last time he was currently wearing a brown suit which

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

bed, Thomas loosened his necktie and took out a

"Do you mind?"

head, I turned my head around

city, and the city lights brightly lit the area

what I

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

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a

deeply looked at the star-filled night "...so after

but let out a dry laugh as he spoke "Well...they decided to grant you a

"A skill?"

immediately shook my hands and

haven-t nearly don-e enough

that I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be surprised

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

were all things that held tremendous value,

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

would spend years learning a technique before they

needed to do was learn it and all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to train

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