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"

no one spoke a word while their eyes were all

portals that were displayed on the monitors remained

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 sound at

'Was the information wrong?'

mark, Thomas started to wonder if the information

in reality, almost everyone knew that it

Kevin Voss.

the other top rankers of the world bow their heads toward him, there's no doubt that he is

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

finish his thoughts before

Tak— Tak—

is also

"Screen down"

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

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

you manage to get in contact with

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

different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still

the information was accurate and that it was exactly as

The dungeons were overloading.

drones up so that we can get a better view!

orders as he jumped down the railing

he stared at the empty 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—

with green text, and when

the screen began to flash and

"Dear god…"

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

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

the landscapes and

was happening was nothing short of the

***

Whoo— Whoo—

the entire city of Ashton, which was at this point

in the city, and the

that were part of the human domain. Whether it was

fact, the cities weren't actually completely

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

were agents of the Central Government and people who had volunteered to stay behind

of or higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the streets. Please

It was the property of a man

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

miniature clipboard on which

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

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're both Lock graduates.

the long nose let out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that he

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,

he decided to hear

then, what are

and

at the lock, and his body was now

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

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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