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"

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

that were displayed on

the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With

'Was the information wrong?'

started to wonder if

knew that

Kevin Voss.

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

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

finish his thoughts before one of

Tak— Tak—

screen is also

"Screen down"

the span of time it took one person to finish a glass of water, and the

up and ran around the room in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with the individuals

in contact with someone? Is there any

people who was running around the

cameras that malfunctioned, and more were

abundantly clear that the information was accurate and that it

The dungeons were overloading.

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

barking orders as he jumped down the railing and shoved

the keyboard and began typing

Tak—

with green text, and when he finally managed to press

before the screen began to flash and images

"Dear god…"

screen, his hands began to shake,

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

wiped out along with the landscapes and trees that

happening was nothing short

***

Whoo— Whoo—

sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of

in the city, and the city was

Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any of the other great cities, they

cities weren't actually

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

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

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

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

arm propped up against the table so that it supported

him was a miniature clipboard on which a number of

and stood in front of him with

I can be of use. Even

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

nose let out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that

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

he decided to hear

then, what are your

Johnson, and Leo

at the lock, and his body was now at a point where

that the gazes of some of the people in

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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