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 of

slowly passed, and the portals that

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, not

'Was the information wrong?'

mark, Thomas started to wonder if the information that he had been given

almost everyone knew that it was

Kevin Voss.

to make all the other top rankers of the world bow

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

able to finish his thoughts before one

Tak— Tak—

screen is also

"Screen down"

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

and ran around the 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? Is there any

around the location

thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still breaking

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

The dungeons were overloading.

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

barking orders as he jumped down the railing and shoved

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

Tak—

text, and when

the screen began to flash and images began

"Dear god…"

on the screen, his hands began to shake, and his mouth fell open

to display similar images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out

out along with the landscapes and trees that were

nothing short of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

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

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

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

the cities

of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others

who had volunteered to stay behind in order

are permitted to remain on the streets. Please evacuate to the

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

currently lounging about on a little chair, with one arm propped up against the table so

front of him was a miniature clipboard on which a number

and stood in

help out with miscellaneous stuff? I'm sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong,

you know that we're both Lock graduates. We

long nose let out a sigh as he lowered the

that he was unhappy to be in this location. Having said that, the moment he heard the words "Lock graduates," he couldn't bring

decided to

what are your

Johnson, and Leo

when he was at the lock, and

fact that the gazes of some

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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