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"

word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were

that were displayed on the monitors remained

reached an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was

'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 current

Kevin Voss.

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

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

able to finish his thoughts before one of

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

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

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

manage to get in contact

who was running around the

were over thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still

abundantly clear that the information was accurate and that it was exactly as Thomas had feared it

The dungeons were overloading.

the drones up so that we can get a better view!

kept barking orders as he jumped down the railing and

him, he pulled out the keyboard and began typing all kinds

Tak—

with green text, and when

screen began to flash and

"Dear god…"

Thomas was able to get a visual on the screen,

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

landscapes and trees that were uprooted

short of the start of the

***

Whoo— Whoo—

of Ashton, which was

was not a single soul in the city,

same 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

cities weren't actually completely

around the streets, some of them clad in heavy metal armour, while

who had volunteered to stay behind in order to

a rank of or higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the streets. Please evacuate to the bunkers if your rank

of a man with a

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

on which a number

and stood in front of him with eager expressions on their

to 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

we're both Lock graduates. We definitely know

a sigh as he lowered the clipper that he was

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 that they

decided to hear them

what

Johnson, and Leo

in comparison to when he was at the lock, and his body was now at

evidenced by the fact that the gazes of some of

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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