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.

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

arm, I wiped

me, at the end

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

heard my words, however, I merely shrugged

antagonize the Union, I truly

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

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

this was the

"Haaa..."

out a

chin with my arm which was propped up on the

said 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

with the empty potion bottle in front of

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

organization that won't think twice about sacrificing you

in my hand. Raising my

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

was not a peaceful

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

let the world realize this now before

turned my head in

to the Union that you aren't some expandable. Don't just start blaming the Union

my head, I glanced toward the ceiling

the crack in the sky,

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

I will let

I knew that everyone's attention was currently drawn toward

density in the world will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your talent

than 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 years' time, the least of your worries aren't going to be the Union nor the

eyes of

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

the reporters mustered

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

throughout the room as the complexion of some

couldn't blame them

catastrophic a cataclysm was. Especially since

one might happen, people would obviously start

crap, however, I just wanted to let you know that in the few

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

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

to spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters started

it, 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

to let the world know about what was about

was time for everyone to wake up from this false sense of peace that they were currently

defeating the Demon King, the Demon King wasn't

an army of demons

rate, when the time came that the Demon