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.

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

my arm, I wiped

to me, at the end of the day,

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

faces of the reporters changed when they heard my words, however,

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

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

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

unfortunate, this was

"Haaa..."

let out

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

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 already dead, selling him

head, I fiddled with the

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

that won't think twice about sacrificing you for the

hand. Raising my head, I closed my eyes

of the Union, if you want to survive in this world, you must prove

not a

died. It may have not been apparent now, but,

realize this now

my head

expandable. Don't just start

glanced toward the

seen the crack in the sky,

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

then I will let you

I knew that everyone's

increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously

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

eyes of many individuals

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

speaking, the reporters mustered the

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

disbelief echoed throughout the room as the complexion of

couldn't blame

knew just how catastrophic a cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm only

might happen, people would

of you might be thinking that all I'm 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

head, I glanced at Douglas who looked back at me. After

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

spread throughout the auditorium as the reporters started talking

I continued

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

was a better time to let the world know about what was about

and the Demon King soon arriving, it was time for everyone to wake up from

was planning on defeating the Demon King, the Demon

army of demons

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