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.

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

my arm, I wiped the side of my

what the Union did to me, at the end of the day, I get their decision. Everyone has

then, with all the information they had at their disposal, sacrificing me was the correct choice. Had I been in their position, I would've probably done

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

the Union, I truly did

was simply no way for the Union to know that I had taken the [Seed of limit] in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware of who I was exactly, during the time

some resentment for their decision, but, I wasn't so blinded by rage to

unfortunate, this was the cruel

"Haaa..."

let out a

which was propped up on the table, I gazed

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

my head, I fiddled with the empty

I'm against their methods. All

about sacrificing you

let go of the empty bottle in my hand. Raising my head, I closed my eyes

warning from someone who's been on the discarded side of the Union,

not a peaceful

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

best to let the world realize this now before it was too

head in the direction of one of the cameras

you aren't some expandable. Don't just start blaming the Union or every organization out there

toward the

have seen the crack

the room, I wasn't able

then I will let you know

being, I knew

mana density in the world will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your talent cap to blame for your inability to climb to the top, now

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 Monolith, but it

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

changed to that ones filled with shock, as some couldn't stop

speaking, the reporters mustered the

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

room as the complexion of some of the

blame

Especially since the second cataclysm only happened eighty

third one might happen, people would obviously start

be thinking that all I'm saying is a load of crap, however, I just wanted to let you know that in the few years that I was missing, I was actually in

I glanced at Douglas who looked back at me. After a short pause, Douglas

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters

it, I continued

listen well when 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

let the world know about what was about to come

for everyone to wake up from this false sense of

defeating the Demon King,

was an army of demons behind

that the Demon King arrived on earth, most of them would end up