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 a

a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The

Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the

was because only Baron-ranked demons

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

The Demon would send a clone of their body in the dungeon and through the connection they

were scheming such a thing from

a bit, Thomas

like the mana compressor has stopped working.

his head, the

have found

could

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

the tablet in his hands, his finger

previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to identify

"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

covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected to

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

to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a

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

-Clank!

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

sat on a chair with his legs crossed and a newspaper in

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

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

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

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

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

"Do you mind?"

my head, I turned my head around and looked outside the

and the city lights brightly lit the area around

just what I

leaned back and also looked at the brightly

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a serious

night "...so after a brief discussion with

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

"A skill?"

eyes wide, I immediately shook my hands and

haven-t nearly don-e enough

as I couldn't help but be surprised

ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most

were all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their

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

a person would spend years learning a technique before they

all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no need to train the skill,

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