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"

a word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were located at the front of

the portals that were displayed on the monitors remained

in the room kept their attention focused on the monitors, the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was holding their breath, there

'Was the information wrong?'

minute mark, Thomas started to wonder if the information that he had been

almost everyone knew that it was from the

Kevin Voss.

all the other top rankers of the

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

even able to finish his thoughts before one of the monitors suddenly

Tak— Tak—

is

"Screen down"

time it took one person to finish a glass of water, and the entire space took

up and ran around the room in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with the individuals who were tasked

in contact with someone? Is there any

around the location in an attempt to gain a better understanding

that malfunctioned, and more

was abundantly clear that the information was accurate and that it was

The dungeons were overloading.

drones up so that we can get a better

jumped down the railing and shoved one of the workers to

pulled out the keyboard and began typing all kinds

Tak—

take him more than a minute to fill the entire page with green text, and when he finally managed to press the "enter" button, the text began to move

screen began to flash and

"Dear god…"

a visual on the screen, his hands began to shake, and his mouth fell open in

began to display similar images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran

the landscapes and trees that

nothing short of the start of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

wail of the sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of Ashton, which was at this

was not a single soul in the city, and the city was eerily

the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any of the other great cities, they all displayed the same kinds of

fact, the cities

streets, some of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others sported black suits, sun

who had volunteered to

are permitted to remain on the streets. Please evacuate to the bunkers

was the property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black

with one arm propped up against the table so that it supported the side of his

clipboard on which

man with the long nose and stood

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

We will have you know that we're both Lock

sigh as

himself made it abundantly clear that he was unhappy to be in this location. Having said that, the moment he heard the words "Lock graduates," he couldn't bring himself to let

decided to hear

what

and

amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the lock, and his body was now at a point where it

the gazes of some of the people in the vicinity were

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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