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"

room went completely silent, and no one spoke a word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were

that were

kept their attention focused on the monitors, the level of tension within the space reached an all-time high. With

'Was the information wrong?'

to wonder if the information that he had been given

was 'anonymous' in reality, almost everyone knew that it was from the current

Kevin Voss.

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

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

thoughts before one of

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

took one person to finish a glass of water, and the entire space took on an

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

get in contact

of those people who was running around the

thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still breaking

that it

The dungeons were overloading.

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

he jumped down the railing and shoved one of

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,

wasn't long before the screen began to flash

"Dear god…"

was able to get a visual on the screen, his hands began to shake, and his

of thousands upon tens of thousands

landscapes and trees

was nothing short of the start

***

Whoo— Whoo—

entire city of

a single soul in the city, and the city was

human domain. Whether it was Dromeda city, Park city, or any of the other great cities,

the cities

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

had volunteered

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

uninterestingly monotonous reverberated. It was the property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black hair reaching his shoulders, and

little chair, with one arm propped up

a miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines had been

long nose and stood in front of him with eager

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

that we're

with the long nose let out a sigh as

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 words "Lock graduates," he couldn't bring himself to let them go, and considering their age, it wasn't exactly fair to say that they

to hear them

then, what are your

and

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

made him appear to be quite attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes of some of the people in the vicinity were lingering over

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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