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.

telling all of you this is not because I want you people to realize

my arm, I wiped the side

I'm still pissed off about what the Union did to me, at the end of the day, I get their decision. Everyone has

you people aren't my priority, my life isn't their priority. They 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

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

Union, I

limit] in the past. Furthermore, they were

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

was the cruel

"Haaa..."

out

up on the table, I gazed into the eyes of every reporter

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

fiddled with the empty potion bottle in front

lot, it doesn't mean I'm against their methods.

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

hand. Raising my head,

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

was not

not been apparent now, but, in the very near

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

body forward a little, I turned my head in the

start blaming the Union or every organization out there for your

the ceiling of the room and

crack

the room, I wasn't able to see the

you have, then I will

everyone was being, I knew that everyone's

your talent cap.

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'

moment, I mumbled the last words, the eyes of many individuals present

and impassive expressions changed to that ones filled with shock, as some

speaking, the reporters mustered the courage to speak

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

the room as the complexion of some

couldn't blame them

cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm only

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

I just wanted to let you know that in the few years that I was

my head, I glanced at Douglas who looked back at

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters started

it, I continued to

in a few years' time, this so-called momentary sense of peace that you are all enjoying will be gone, and

the world know about what

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

the Demon King, the Demon King wasn't the only

was an army

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