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!"

Thomas's face darkened, and gravely

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

adapt to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the consequences would've been

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

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 it into a ball

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

they were scheming such a thing from underneath our

the tablet for a bit, Thomas looked at the captain and

compressor has stopped

head, the captain

We have found a

yes how could

hearing something about a survivor, but at the time he was too

down the tablet in his hands, his finger directly

covered his face, Thomas was

"It's him?"

...

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 the electrocardiogram in the

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

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

lay there pathetically, hoping for the pain to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a myriad

I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what

-Clank!

before I could reminisce, the door of the room opened, and a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved scrub top with a white coat and

sat on a chair with his legs crossed and

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

the gate, put away the

but differently from last time he was currently wearing a brown suit which was full of

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

Thomas loosened his necktie and took out a pack of

"Do you mind?"

head around

currently nighttime in Ashton city, and the city lights

just what

of smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked at

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

of you, we managed to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in

"...so after a brief

attention towards me and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as he spoke "Well...they decided

"A skill?"

I immediately shook my hands and

enough to

I

reaction was understandable as in this world if someone were to ask you what the most sought-after

though monster parts, martial manuals, weapon manuals, cores were all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of

or anything that required some sort of mastery,

a person would spend years learning a technique before they could proudly say that they

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

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