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"

a word while

portals that were displayed on

of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was holding their breath, there was no

'Was the information wrong?'

if

everyone knew that it was from the

Kevin Voss.

the other top rankers of the world

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

able to finish his thoughts before one

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

went blank within the span of time it took one person to finish a glass of water, and the entire space took on an expression of stunned panic

effort to get a better look at the

you manage to get in contact with someone?

the location in an attempt to gain a better understanding of

over thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and

that it was exactly

The dungeons were overloading.

backup cameras! Get the drones up so

railing

typing all kinds of different

Tak—

green text, and when

wasn't long before the screen began to flash and

"Dear god…"

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

to him, an increasing number of screens began to display similar images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of monsters frantically ran out of the portal, slaying anything

with the landscapes and trees that were

short of the start

***

Whoo— Whoo—

of Ashton, which was

the city, and the city was

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

fact, the cities weren't actually

streets, some of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others sported

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

those with a rank of or higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain

reverberated. It was the property of a man with a

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

miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines had been

nose and stood in front of him

I'm sure I can be of use. Even if I'm not strong, I'm very

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

man with the long nose let out a sigh as he lowered the clipper that he

manner in which he carried himself made it abundantly clear that he was unhappy to be in this location. Having said that, the moment he heard the

he decided to hear

then, what

and Leo

lost a significant amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the lock, and his body was now at a point where it could be

evidenced by the fact that the

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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