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"

silent, and no one spoke a word while

portals that

an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was holding their breath, there

'Was the information wrong?'

wonder if the information that he had been given

knew that it was from the

Kevin Voss.

the world bow their heads toward him,

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

able to finish his thoughts before one of

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

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

in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with the individuals who were tasked with

manage to get in contact with someone? Is

one of those people who was running around the location in an attempt to gain a

different cameras that malfunctioned, and more

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

The dungeons were overloading.

so that we can get a

down the railing and

monitor in front of him, he pulled out the keyboard and began typing all kinds of different codes. Soon after, green text began to fill the monitor screens in

Tak—

and when he finally managed to press the "enter" button, the text began to move at an

the screen began to

"Dear god…"

was able to get a visual on the screen,

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

were wiped out along with the landscapes and trees that

was nothing short of the start of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of Ashton,

soul in the city, and the city was

events transpired in each of the other cities that were part of the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any of the other great cities, they all displayed the same kinds of

cities

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

and people who had

by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the streets.

of a man with a long,

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

miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines had been

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

help out with miscellaneous stuff? I'm sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong, I'm very capable when it comes to that type

We will have you know that we're both Lock graduates.

the long nose let out a sigh as he lowered the

manner in which he carried 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 them go, and considering their age, it wasn't exactly fair to say

he decided to hear

what are your

Johnson, and Leo

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

him appear to be quite attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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