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"

countdown reached zero, 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 of the

slowly passed, and the portals that were displayed on the monitors remained

monitors, the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was holding their breath, there was

'Was the information wrong?'

started to wonder if the information

reality, almost everyone knew that

Kevin Voss.

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

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

able to finish his thoughts

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

one person to finish a glass of water, and the

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

you manage to get in contact with

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

that malfunctioned, and more were still

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

The dungeons were overloading.

Get the drones up so that

he jumped down the railing and shoved one of the workers

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—

to fill the entire page with green text, and when he

wasn't long before the screen began to flash and

"Dear god…"

on the screen, his

images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out of the portal, slaying anything that

wiped out along with the landscapes

was nothing short of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

wail of the sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of Ashton, which

was not a single soul in the city, and the city was eerily

transpired in each of the other cities that were part of the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any of

cities weren't actually completely

heavy metal armour, while others sported black suits, sun glasses,

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

permitted to

property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black hair reaching his shoulders,

propped up against

miniature clipboard on

with the long nose and stood in front of

sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong, I'm very capable when it comes

will have you know that we're both Lock

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

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,

to hear

then, what are

and

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

quite attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes of

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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