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!"

his head, 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 so

thin atmosphere. Else the consequences would've

be utilized by Baron-ranked demons or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power

mana that was directed to it into a ball of thick dense energy. But in

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

believe they were scheming such a thing from

tablet for a bit, Thomas

has stopped

his head, the captain

have found

how could I

survivor, but at the time he was too focused on making sure everyone

tablet in his hands, his finger

he had previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to identify the person in

"It's him?"

...

side. As my head cleared, a strong pungent smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. The room was

as I looked at my body which was covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that

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 body

hoping for the pain to 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!

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

chair with his legs crossed and a

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

to the gate, put away

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

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

my bed, Thomas loosened his necktie and took out a pack of cigarettes from

"Do you mind?"

my head, I turned my head around

Ashton city, and the city

what I

leisurely leaned back and also looked at the

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

we managed to stop a possible dungeon desync,

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

but let out

"A skill?"

immediately

nearly don-e enough to

as I couldn't help but be surprised

this world if someone were to ask you what

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

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

learning a technique before they could proudly say

do was learn it and all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to train the skill, as once you learned it you were capable

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