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.

the reason I'm telling all of you this is not because I want you people to realize just how shitty of an organization the Union is, no, that's far from

I wiped the side of

the Union did to me, at the end of the

the best for humanity, and back then, with all the information they had at their disposal, sacrificing me was the correct

the reporters changed when they heard my words, however, I merely shrugged

wanted to antagonize the Union, I

had taken the [Seed of limit] in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware

but, I

unfortunate, this was the

"Haaa..."

out

arm which was propped up on

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 compare me, to him, who by the time was already dead, selling him out was the most

the empty potion bottle in

I'm bashing the Union a lot, it doesn't mean I'm against their methods. All I'm trying to do is let everyone know what type of organization the

about sacrificing you

bottle in my hand. Raising my

someone who's been on the discarded side of the Union, if you want to survive in this world,

was not a

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

world realize this now before it

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

start blaming

the ceiling of the room

crack

the ceiling of the room, I

then I will let you

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

crack will continue to expand. The mana density in the world will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your

resources than some others, but so did some of the current high rankers. You don't want the Union 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 the

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

changed to that ones filled with shock, as

ever since I started speaking, the reporters mustered the courage to speak

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

the room as the

blame them

a cataclysm was. Especially since the

one might happen, people would obviously

however, I just wanted to let you know that in the few years that I was missing, I was actually in the dwarven domain and the

Douglas who looked back at me. After a short pause, Douglas nodded his

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

throughout the auditorium as the reporters started

it, I

know, the other races have gone through what we're currently going through right now. So, listen well when I tell you this, get your shit together, because in a few years' time, this so-called

time to let the world know about what was about to come soon, now was

King soon arriving, it was time for everyone to wake up from this false sense of peace that they

defeating the Demon King,

was an army

came that the Demon King arrived on