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

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 pocket dimension to crumble, resulting in monsters

monsters couldn't adapt to Earth's thin atmosphere.

by Baron-ranked demons or above. That was because only Baron-ranked demons or above could withstand the power of the mana compressor without going

mana compressor concentrated all the mana that was directed to it into a ball of thick dense energy. But in order for it to do

in. The Demon would send a clone of their body in the

scheming such

at the tablet for a bit, Thomas looked at the

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

head, the

We have found a

how could

about a survivor, but at the time he was too focused

the tablet in his hands, his finger directly paused

he had previously met him a mask covered his face, Thomas

"It's him?"

...

then slowly I turned my head to the side. As my head cleared, a strong pungent smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. The room

at my body which was covered in bandages. Aside from the bandages, long metal wires that connected

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

there pathetically, hoping for the pain to disappear. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with white fluorescent light, a myriad of questions emerged in my

have I been here? Where am I? What happened? Shutting my eyes, I tried to remember

-Clank!

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

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

"Mr Thomas?"

"...hm?"

-Rustle!

accompanied me to the gate,

the same as when I first met him, but differently from last time he was currently wearing a

"How are you feeling?"

"…Alright, I guess?"

"That's a relief"

his necktie and took out a pack of cigarettes from

"Do you mind?"

head, I turned my head around and looked outside

and the city lights brightly lit the area around the

just what I

of smoke, Thomas leisurely leaned back and also looked at the brightly lit

"You did good kid"

"Hm?"

managed to stop a possible dungeon desync, which would've resulted in a serious loss for

after a brief discussion with the higher-ups

couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as

"A skill?"

immediately shook my hands and

enough to

that I started stuttering as I couldn't help but be

reaction was understandable as in this world if someone were to ask you what the most sought-after thing was, most wouldn't

martial manuals, weapon manuals, cores were all things that held tremendous value, in the eyes of people their worth was far lower

arts, or anything that required some sort of mastery,

years learning a technique before they could proudly say

needed to do was learn it and all the information would instantly be transferred in your brain. There was no

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