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,

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 human world. A dungeon

couldn't adapt to Earth's thin atmosphere. Else the consequences would've

was because only Baron-ranked demons or

rank, not only did they become stronger, but their mental fortitude increased by many folds. A mana compressor concentrated all the mana that

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

can't believe they were scheming such a thing from underneath our

the tablet for a bit,

mana compressor has stopped working.

head, the

We have

could I

survivor, but at the time he was too focused on

the tablet in his hands,

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

"It's him?"

...

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,

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

my upper body, it was instantly engulfed in pain, refusing to listen

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

Where am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I

-Clank!

a doctor wearing a blue short-sleeved scrub top with

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

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

Thomas, who had previously accompanied me to the gate, put away the

met him, but differently from last time he was currently wearing

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

loosened his necktie and took out a pack of

"Do you mind?"

turned my head

in Ashton city, and the city lights brightly

just what I

leaned back

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

managed to stop a possible dungeon desync,

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

and couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as he spoke "Well...they decided to grant you a

"A skill?"

my eyes wide, I immediately shook

haven-t nearly don-e enough to receive

so shocked that I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be surprised by

if someone were to ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't even think twice

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

or anything that required some sort of mastery, skills could

spend years learning a technique before they

the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no

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