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"

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

the portals that were displayed

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

'Was the information wrong?'

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

was 'anonymous' in reality, almost everyone knew that it

Kevin Voss.

top rankers of the

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

to finish his thoughts before one of the

Tak— Tak—

is also

"Screen down"

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

an effort to get a better look at the portals

to get in contact with someone? Is

one of those people who was running around the location in an

were over thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still breaking down every

that it was exactly as

The dungeons were overloading.

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

as he jumped down the railing and shoved

and began typing all kinds

Tak—

minute to fill the entire page with green text, and when he finally managed to press the "enter" button, the

began to flash and images began

"Dear god…"

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

an increasing number of screens began to display similar images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands of

landscapes and trees that were

was nothing short of the start of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

reverberated throughout the entire city of Ashton, which was

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

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

fact, the cities weren't

of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others sported black

who had

by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the streets. Please evacuate to the bunkers if

was uninterestingly monotonous reverberated. It was the property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face,

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

miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines

and stood in front of

be of use. Even if

know that we're both Lock graduates. We definitely know what we're

out a sigh as he

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

to

then, what are your

and

amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the

attractive, as evidenced by the fact that the gazes of some of the people in

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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