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.

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

wiped

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

They are an organization designed to think the best for humanity, and back then, with all the information they

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

Union, I truly did think that their decision wasn't

in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware of

but, I wasn't

unfortunate, this was the cruel

"Haaa..."

let out

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

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

fiddled with the empty potion bottle in front

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

that won't think twice about sacrificing you for the benefit of

let go of the empty bottle in my hand. Raising my

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

was not

weakest died. It may have not been apparent now, but, in the

best to let the world realize this

a little, I turned my head in the direction

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

the ceiling of the

have seen the crack in the

the room, I wasn't able to

then I will let you know

quiet everyone was being, I knew that everyone's

cap. If previously you

you better get stronger, because, in a couple of years' time, the least

exact moment, I mumbled the last words, the eyes

that ones filled with shock, as some

I started speaking, the reporters mustered the

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

as the complexion of some of the reporters

couldn't blame them

Especially since the second cataclysm only

happen, people would obviously start fearing

to let you know that in the few years that I was missing, I was actually in the

I glanced at Douglas who looked back at me. After

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters

I continued

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 momentary sense of peace that you are all enjoying

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

and the Demon King soon arriving, it was time for everyone to wake up from this false

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

army of demons behind

this rate, when the time came that the Demon