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"

the room went completely silent, and no one spoke a word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were located at the front

the portals that were displayed

in the room kept their attention focused on the monitors, the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With the

'Was the information wrong?'

mark, Thomas started to wonder if the

'anonymous' in reality, almost everyone knew that it was

Kevin Voss.

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

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

his thoughts before one of the

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

finish a glass of water, and the entire space took on an expression of stunned

a better look at the portals or make contact with

in contact

running around the location in an attempt to gain a

malfunctioned, and more were

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

The dungeons were overloading.

backup cameras! Get the drones up so that we can get

as he jumped down the railing

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

Tak—

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

before the screen began to flash and images

"Dear god…"

get a visual on the screen, his hands began to

of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out of the portal, slaying

the landscapes and trees that were

was nothing short of the start

***

Whoo— Whoo—

of the sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of Ashton, which was at this point completely devoid of

soul in the city, and the

that were part of the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any

fact, the cities weren't

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

people who had volunteered

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

was uninterestingly monotonous reverberated. It was the property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black

chair, with one arm propped up against the table so that it supported

miniature clipboard on which a number

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

help out with miscellaneous stuff? I'm sure I can be of use. Even if

have you know that we're both Lock graduates.

out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that

that, the moment he heard the words "Lock graduates," he couldn't bring

to hear

what are your

Johnson, and Leo

amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the

the gazes of some of the people in the vicinity were lingering over his

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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