The Author's POV

Chapter 679

Black market.

"Make sure you keep a good watch of the gates. I have a bad feeling about this."

Thomas muttered something under his breath as he stepped on the cigarette that he had just flicked out of his hand. At the moment, he was situated in a large room that was crammed with monitors.

He was currently perched on the second level, holding onto nothing but a metal railing, and below him were hundreds of workers who were diligently looking through the many monitors that displayed varying images of portals.

"I hope the reports aren't wrong…"

Thomas bit his nails out of nervousness.

In a message that he had received not too long ago from an unknown sender, he was informed that there was a chance that the dungeons would overload the moment that the cease-fire between the Union and the Monolith would be lifted.

If that were really the case, then dungeon seekers would end up in deep trouble as they managed hundreds of different dungeons.

They simply did not have the manpower to manage all the dungeons that could possibly overload at any given time.

Thankfully, the dungeons were located far away from the main headquarters.

Thomas would have already packed up his things and left if it hadn't been for that circumstance. If the dungeons had been located inside, the black market almost certainly would have come to an end.

Fortunately, they weren't.

"How long until the truce ends?"

Thomas asked, his voice unable to mask the anxiety within.

"Ten seconds."

A voice replied from below, and the room became incredibly tense.

"9"

The countdown started.

"8"

"7"

"6"

"5"

Thomas's palms began to perspire as he tightened his hold on the metal handrails, and his grip became increasingly more forceful.

When he tried to swallow a mouthful of saliva, he realized that he couldn't as it felt as though something was stuck in his throat.

The countdown continued.

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"0"

and no one spoke a word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were located at the front of the

portals that were displayed

their attention focused on the monitors, the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With

'Was the information wrong?'

started to wonder if the information that he had been given

knew that it

Kevin Voss.

for someone who has managed to make all the other top rankers of the world bow their

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

wasn't even able to finish his thoughts before

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

thirty screens went blank within the span of time it took one person to finish a glass of water, and the entire space took on

around the room in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with

you manage to get in contact with someone? Is there

of those people who was running around the

were over thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more

and that it was exactly as Thomas had feared it

The dungeons were overloading.

cameras! Get the drones up so

the railing and shoved one of the

pulled out the keyboard and began typing all kinds of different codes.

Tak—

text, and when he

the screen began to flash and images began to

"Dear god…"

Thomas was able to get a visual on the screen, his hands began to shake, and

of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out of the portal, slaying anything

were wiped out along with the landscapes and trees that

happening was nothing short

***

Whoo— Whoo—

entire city of Ashton, which was at this point

in the city, and the city

Whether it was

cities weren't

metal armour, while others sported black suits, sun glasses, and carried

the Central Government and people who had volunteered to stay

permitted to remain on the streets. Please evacuate

was uninterestingly monotonous reverberated. It was the property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black hair reaching his shoulders, and brown

lounging about on a little chair, with one arm propped up against the table so that

front of him was a miniature clipboard on which

approached the man with the long nose and stood in front of

out with miscellaneous stuff? I'm sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong, I'm very

know that we're both Lock graduates. We definitely know what we're

out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that he was

heard the words "Lock graduates," he couldn't bring himself to let them go, and

decided to hear them

then, what are your

Johnson, and

was at the lock, and his body was now at a point where it could be described

fact that the gazes of some of the

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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