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 mana

mana compressor was a device 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 bombs. The force released by the bomb was so strong that it would cause the

to Earth's thin

was because only Baron-ranked demons or above

a demon reached a noble rank, not only did they become stronger, but their mental fortitude increased by many folds. A mana compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to

a specific point. That's where a Demon came in. The Demon would send a clone of their body in the dungeon and through

scheming such a thing from

at the tablet for a bit,

it seems like the mana compressor has stopped working. Did you find

his head, the captain

have

how could I forget

the time he was too focused on making sure everyone was alright that it slipped through his

the tablet in his hands, his finger directly paused on a

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

"It's him?"

...

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 my heavy breathing, only the beeping sound coming from

bandages. Aside from the

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

the pain to disappear. Staring 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 transpired prior to

-Clank!

door of the room opened, and a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved scrub top

the doctor, a rough blonde individual sat on a chair with his legs crossed and

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

accompanied me to the gate, put

as when 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"

his necktie and took

"Do you mind?"

head, I turned my head around and looked outside

the city

what

cloud of smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a

the star-filled night "...so after a

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

"A skill?"

eyes wide, I immediately

don-e enough to receive

so shocked that I started stuttering as I

to ask you what the

monster parts, martial manuals, weapon manuals, cores were all things that held tremendous value, in

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

would spend years learning a technique before

be transferred in your

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