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

portals that were

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 no

'Was the information wrong?'

if the information that

reality, almost everyone knew that it

Kevin Voss.

who has managed to make all the other top rankers of the world bow their heads toward him, there's

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

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

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

one person to finish a glass of water, and the entire space took on an expression of stunned panic as

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

contact with someone? Is there any

around the location in an attempt to gain a better understanding of

malfunctioned, and more

that it

The dungeons were overloading.

up so that we can get a better view!

he jumped down the railing and

stared at the empty monitor in front of him, he pulled out the keyboard and began typing all kinds of

Tak—

green text, and when he

long before the screen began to

"Dear god…"

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

which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out of the portal, slaying anything that was in

the landscapes and trees that were uprooted in the

short of the start of the

***

Whoo— Whoo—

throughout the entire city of Ashton, which was

was not a single soul in the city,

the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or

the cities weren't

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

the Central Government and people who had volunteered to

with a rank of or higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the

of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black

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

of him was a miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines

the man with the long nose and stood in front of

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

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

nose let out a sigh as he lowered the

made it abundantly clear that he was unhappy to be in this location. Having said that, the moment he heard the words "Lock

to

then, what are your

Johnson, and

the lock,

him appear to be quite attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes of some of the people in the vicinity

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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