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.

want you people to realize just how shitty of an organization the Union is, no,

arm, I wiped the

to me, at the end of the day, I get their

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

my words, however, I merely shrugged my

I wanted to antagonize the Union, I truly did think

in the past. Furthermore, they were also unaware of who I was exactly, during the time

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

was the

"Haaa..."

let out a long

propped up on the table, I gazed into the

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

my head, I fiddled with the empty potion bottle in front of

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

won't think twice about sacrificing you for

my head, I closed my eyes for a brief moment before

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

was not

not been apparent now, but, in the very near future, this would become more and more apparent to

was best to let the world realize

little, I turned my head in

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

the ceiling of

seen the crack in the

were currently on the ceiling of the room, I

you have, then I will let you

quiet everyone was being, I knew that everyone's attention was currently drawn toward

will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your talent cap to blame for your inability to climb to

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

last words, the eyes of many individuals present in the room started to open

expressions changed to that ones filled with shock, as some couldn't stop

I started speaking, the reporters mustered

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

throughout the room as the complexion of some of the reporters paled

blame them

just how catastrophic a cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm only happened eighty years

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

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 elven

my head, I glanced at Douglas who looked back

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

to spread throughout the auditorium as the

I continued to

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

let the world know about what was about

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

on defeating the Demon King, the Demon King wasn't

an army of

humanity kept progressing at this rate, when the time came that the Demon King arrived on earth, most of them would end