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"

one spoke a word while their eyes were all fixed on the monitors that were located at the front of

passed, and the portals that were displayed on the monitors

reached an all-time high. With the fact that everybody was holding their breath, there was no sound at all,

'Was the information wrong?'

the minute mark, Thomas started to wonder if the

everyone knew that it was

Kevin Voss.

the world bow their heads toward him, there's

"What's going on!?"

"Screen down! Screen down!"

to finish his thoughts before one of the monitors suddenly

Tak— Tak—

is

"Screen down"

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

the room in an effort to get a better look at the portals or make contact with

contact with

the location in an attempt to gain a better understanding

thirty different cameras that malfunctioned, and more were still breaking

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

The dungeons were overloading.

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

he jumped down the railing and shoved one of the workers to the

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

Tak—

fill the entire page with green text, and when he

began to flash and images

"Dear god…"

Thomas was able to get a visual on the screen,

similar images, in which tens of thousands upon tens of thousands

along with the landscapes and trees that were

was nothing short of the start of

***

Whoo— Whoo—

sirens reverberated throughout the entire city of

was not a single soul in the city, and the

each of the other cities that were part of the human domain. Whether it was Dromeda

cities weren't actually completely

walking around the streets, some of them clad in heavy metal armour, while others sported black

Government and people who had volunteered to stay behind in order to maintain the city's

or higher, as decreed by the alliance's leader, are permitted to remain on the streets. Please

property of a man with a long, snub-nosed face, black hair reaching his

on a little chair, with one arm propped up against

miniature clipboard on which a number of guidelines had

stood

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

will have you know that we're both Lock

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

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

he decided to hear

what

Johnson, and

answered. He had lost a significant amount of weight in comparison to when he was at the lock, and his body was now

the gazes of some

"Ram, and Leon? Okay."

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