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.

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

wiped the

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

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 been in their position, I would've probably done the

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

to antagonize the Union,

taken the [Seed of limit] in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware of who I was exactly, during the

resentment for their decision, but, I wasn't so blinded

was the cruel

"Haaa..."

out a long

chin with my arm which was propped up on

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

I fiddled with the empty

their methods. All I'm trying to do is let everyone know what type of organization the Union

won't think twice about sacrificing you

my head, I closed my eyes for a

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

not

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 before

little, I turned my head in

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

toward the ceiling of the room

crack in the

of the room, I wasn't able to see the reactions of the people

then I will let

was being, I knew that everyone's

your talent cap. If previously you had your talent cap to blame for your inability to climb to the

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

the exact moment, I mumbled the last words, the eyes of many

previous silent and impassive expressions 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."

echoed throughout the room as the complexion of some

blame

cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm

one might happen, people would obviously start fearing for the

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 the dwarven domain and the

who looked back at me. After

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

the auditorium as the reporters started talking amongst

it, I continued to

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

time to let the world know about

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

defeating the Demon King,

an army of demons behind

came that the Demon King arrived on earth, most of