The Author's POV

I felt a sudden sense of amusement rise from within me as I stared at Octavious.

Even though I couldn't tell at first, he really did look like Melissa from up close. Was that possibly the reason for my sudden sense of amusement?

I couldn't tell.

Turning my attention back toward the reporters, I continued.

"You people are probably unaware about what truly transpired before a bounty was put on my head, however, if I had to summarize what happened, I would say..."

Leaning my body a little, I placed my hand underneath my chin and looked upwards.

"Hmm, I guess you could say that I did what the Union couldn't do for quite a while, and that's actually doing some damage to the Monolith."

"..."

Silence.

Once again, despite of the words I just said, no one was able to say anything as they just continued staring at me with a dumb look on their face.

They were apparently still processing what I previously told them.

Regardless, I continued.

"To summarize what happened between me and the Union, it would be like this..."

Raising my hand, I pointed at myself.

"I, Ren Dover, dealt more damage to the Monolith than the Union ever had in their whole existence. The piece of recording you just listed was proof of that. Why else do you think the Monolith would be so adamant in using me as a counterparty for the Union to sign the truce? Just for the sake of it?"

I shook my head.

"No, it's cause I can actually do something about them, unlike the Union who can't seem to be able to do anything at this point."

Shaking my head, even more fiercely, I let out a sigh.

"Haa..."

Then, taking out a potion from my dimensional space, I quickly chugged it down.

"Hmm?"

As I was chugging the potion down, I suddenly had a thought.

'Shit, I'm starting to become like Melissa.'

Over the past week, I had been taking the potions as though they were water.

'I need to do something about this.'

I knew that this couldn't keep going in the future. I needed to find a way to completely dispel my mental traumas.

Plack—!

Smacking the potion on the table, I gazed at the reporters.

not because I want you people to realize just how shitty of

arm, I wiped

to me, at the end of

are an organization designed to think the best for humanity, and back then, with all the information they had at their disposal, sacrificing me was the correct choice. Had I been in their position,

reporters changed when they heard my words, however,

as I wanted to antagonize the Union, I

in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware of who I was exactly, during the time I saved Monica

their decision, but, I wasn't so blinded by rage to not

unfortunate, this was the

"Haaa..."

out

chin with my arm which was propped up on the table, I gazed into the eyes of every reporter

have happened to Aaron. Even though he isn't exactly guilty, he also isn't exactly innocent. I won't get into too much detail about what he's done, however, he was simply used as a scapegoat by the Union in order to let me come back to the human domain. If you

I fiddled with the empty

it doesn't mean I'm against their methods. All

about sacrificing you

my

of the Union, if you want to survive in this world, you must

was not a

the strongest survived, and the weakest died. It may have not been apparent now, but, in the very near future, this would

realize this now

body forward a little, I turned my head in the direction of one of

Union that you aren't some expandable. Don't just start blaming

head, I glanced toward the ceiling of the

crack

eyes were currently on the ceiling of the room, I wasn't

then I will let

was being, I knew that everyone's attention was currently drawn

will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your talent cap to

to throw you away? Then you better get stronger, because, in a couple of years' time, the least of your worries aren't going to be the Union nor

I mumbled the last words, the eyes of many individuals present in the room started

filled with shock,

ever since I started speaking, the

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

as the

blame them

knew just how catastrophic a cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm only

that a third one might happen, people would obviously start fearing for the

load of crap, however, I just wanted to let you know that in the few years that I

looked back at me. After

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

murmurs started to spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters started

it, I continued

I tell you this, get your shit together, because in a few years' time, this so-called momentary sense of peace that you are all enjoying will be gone, and what you will

was a better time to let the world know about what was

was time for everyone to wake up from this false

though I was planning on defeating the Demon King, the Demon

an army

progressing at this rate, when the time came that the Demon King arrived on earth, most