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

they could create a small bomb with a power equivalent to five atomic bombs. The force released by the bomb

couldn't adapt to Earth's thin

because only Baron-ranked demons or above could

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

the mana in the atmosphere 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 the mana that was directed to it. Only Baron-ranked demons or above could do

were scheming such

the tablet for a bit, Thomas looked at the captain

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

his head, the captain

have found a

how could I

a survivor, but at the time he was too focused on making sure everyone was alright that it slipped

in his hands, his finger directly

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

"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 corner of the room could

I looked at my body which was covered in bandages.

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

disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated

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

-Clank!

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

sat on a chair with his legs

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

previously accompanied me to the gate, put away the newspaper in his hands and

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

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

his necktie

"Do you mind?"

I turned my head around

the city lights brightly

what I

Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked at

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

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

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

turned his attention towards me and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as

"A skill?"

my eyes wide, I immediately shook my hands and

nearly don-e enough

as I

to ask you

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

weapon arts, or anything that required

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

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

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