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!"

head, Thomas's face darkened, and gravely

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 bombs. The force released by the bomb was so strong that it would cause the pocket dimension

Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the

was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power

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

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

scheming such a

a bit, Thomas looked at the captain and

has stopped working. Did

his head, the

We have

how could

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

his hands, his finger directly

met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was

"It's him?"

...

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

my body which was covered in bandages.

to move my upper body, it was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen to me. Slowly, my body sank onto the large

disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with

am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired prior to waking up in this

-Clank!

a blue short-sleeved scrub top with a white coat

chair

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

me to the gate, put away the newspaper in his hands

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"

loosened his necktie and took out a pack of cigarettes from his

"Do you mind?"

turned my head around and

and the city

what I

smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back and

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

to stop a possible dungeon desync, which

after a brief discussion with the higher-ups a decision was

again pausing, Thomas turned his attention towards me and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as he spoke "Well...they

"A skill?"

immediately

haven-t nearly don-e enough to receive

as I couldn't

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

that held tremendous

that required some sort

technique before they could proudly say

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

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