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.

said, the reason I'm telling all of you this is not because I want you people to realize just how shitty

I wiped the side of

still pissed off about what the Union did to me, at the end of the day,

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

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

much as I wanted to antagonize the Union, I truly did think that their decision

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

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

this was the

"Haaa..."

out a

arm which was propped up on the table, I gazed into

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

my head, I fiddled with the empty potion bottle

me wrong. Just because 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 that won't think twice about sacrificing you

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

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

not

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

the world realize this now before it

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

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

I glanced toward the ceiling of the

have seen the crack in

room, I wasn't able to see the reactions

I will let you know

quiet everyone was being, I knew that everyone's attention was

will your talent cap.

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'

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

and impassive expressions changed to that ones filled with shock,

the reporters mustered the courage to

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

as the complexion of some of the reporters paled

blame them

was. Especially since the second cataclysm only

a third one might happen, people would

a load of crap, however, I just wanted to let you know that in the few years that I

who looked back at me. After a

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

the auditorium as the reporters started talking amongst

I continued

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

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

everyone

was planning on defeating the Demon King, the Demon King wasn't the only enemy out

an army of

kept progressing at this rate, when the time came that the Demon King arrived on earth,