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!"

and gravely said "Yes,

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

thin

demons or above. That was because only

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

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

were scheming such a thing from underneath

a bit, Thomas looked at

seems like the mana compressor has stopped working. Did you

his head, the captain

We have found

yes how could

time he was too

his hands, his finger directly

a mask covered his face,

"It's him?"

...

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

covered in bandages. Aside from

was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing

bitterly I could only lay there pathetically, hoping for the pain to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a myriad of questions

I tried to remember what had transpired

-Clank!

the room opened, and a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved

individual sat on a chair with his legs

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

something, Thomas, who had previously accompanied me to the gate, put away the newspaper in his hands and entered

when I first met him, but differently from last

"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 his

"Do you mind?"

my head around and looked outside the

Ashton city, and the city lights brightly lit the area

what I

leaned back and also looked at the brightly

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

of you, we managed to stop a possible dungeon desync, which

star-filled night "...so after a brief discussion

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

"A skill?"

eyes wide, I immediately shook my hands and

haven-t nearly don-e enough

as I couldn't

were to ask you what the most sought-after

all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their worth was far

arts, weapon arts, or anything that required some

would spend years learning a technique before they could proudly

instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to

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