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!"

face darkened, and gravely said "Yes, it's 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 pocket dimension to crumble, resulting in monsters suddenly appearing in the

thin atmosphere. Else the

a mana compressor 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 compressor

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 of

mental strength as one needed to direct all 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

believe they were scheming such a thing from underneath our

a bit, Thomas looked at the captain and

seems like the mana compressor has stopped working. Did

head, the

have

yes how could I forget

hearing something about a survivor, but at the time he was too focused on making sure everyone was

hands, his finger directly

when he had previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas was instantly able to

"It's him?"

...

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 the electrocardiogram in the corner of the room

I looked at my body which was covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected to the electrocardiogram were attached to my

get up. But once I tried to move my upper body, it was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen to me. Slowly,

there pathetically, hoping for the pain to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with

happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember what had transpired prior to waking up

-Clank!

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

chair with his legs crossed and a newspaper in his

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

me to the gate, put

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

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

necktie and took out a

"Do you mind?"

head, I turned my head around and

was currently nighttime in Ashton city, and the city

what

leisurely leaned back and also looked at the brightly lit

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

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

slightly, Thomas deeply looked at the star-filled night "...so after a brief discussion with the higher-ups a decision was

again pausing, Thomas turned his attention towards me and couldn't help but let

"A skill?"

immediately shook my

nearly don-e enough to receive a

stuttering as I couldn't

ask you

weapon manuals, cores were all things that held tremendous value,

anything that required some sort of mastery, skills

technique before they could proudly say

be transferred in your brain. There was no

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