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 located at the front

and the portals that were displayed

everyone in the room kept 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 all,

'Was the information wrong?'

started to wonder if the

reality, almost everyone knew that it was from the

Kevin Voss.

to make all the other top rankers of the world bow their

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

wasn't even able to finish his thoughts

Tak— Tak—

screen is also

"Screen down"

took one person to finish a glass of water, and

room in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with the individuals who

manage to get in contact with someone?

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

cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still breaking down

information was accurate and that it was exactly as Thomas had feared it would

The dungeons were overloading.

so that

the railing and shoved

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 front

Tak—

a minute to fill the entire page with green text, and when he finally managed to press the "enter" button,

began to flash and

"Dear god…"

visual on the screen, his hands began to shake, and

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

landscapes and trees that were

happening was nothing short

***

Whoo— Whoo—

of Ashton,

a single soul in the

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

cities weren't actually completely

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

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

higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to

uninterestingly monotonous reverberated. It was the property of a man with

with one arm propped up against

clipboard on which a number

nose and stood in front of him

miscellaneous stuff? I'm sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong, I'm very capable

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

nose let out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that

he 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

to

then, what are

Johnson, and Leo

had lost a significant amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the lock, and his body was now at a

by the fact that the gazes of some

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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