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"

and no one spoke a word while their eyes were all fixed

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

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, not even the sound of

'Was the information wrong?'

to wonder if the information that he had

reality, almost everyone knew that it was

Kevin Voss.

the other top rankers of the world bow their heads toward him, there's no

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

to finish his thoughts before one of the monitors suddenly turned

Tak— Tak—

screen is

"Screen down"

a glass

to get a better look at the portals or make contact with

get in contact with someone?

who was running around the location in an

were over thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still

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

The dungeons were overloading.

so that we can get a better view!

down the railing and shoved one of the workers

and began typing all kinds of different codes. Soon after, green text began

Tak—

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 and images began

"Dear god…"

on the screen, his hands began to shake, and

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

with the landscapes

was nothing short of the

***

Whoo— Whoo—

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

a single soul in the city, and the city was eerily

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

the cities weren't actually

of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others sported black suits, sun glasses, and carried papers

and people who had volunteered to stay behind in order to

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

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

chair, with one arm propped

of him was a miniature clipboard on

the long nose and stood in front of him with

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

that we're both Lock graduates.

long nose let out a sigh as he lowered

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

to hear

what

and Leo

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

to be quite attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes of some

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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