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.

not because I want you people

I wiped the side of

I'm still pissed off about what the Union did to me, at the end of

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

when they heard my words, however, I merely shrugged my

antagonize the Union, I truly did

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

I wasn't

was the

"Haaa..."

out

which was propped up on the table, I gazed

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 by the Union in order to let me come back to the human domain. If you compare me, to

my head, I fiddled with the empty potion bottle

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

won't think twice about sacrificing you for the benefit

my head, I closed

the Union, if you want

was not

strongest survived, and the weakest died. It may have not been apparent now, but, in the very near future, this would become more and more apparent to the

world realize this now before

my head in the direction of one of the

just start

I glanced toward the ceiling

crack

of the room, I

then I will let you

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

continue to expand. The mana density in the world will increase, and so will your talent cap. If previously you had your talent cap to blame for your inability to climb to the top,

of the current high rankers. You don't want the Union to throw you away? Then you better get stronger, because, in

eyes of many individuals present

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

speaking, the reporters mustered

"Im...impossible..."

"It can't be..."

"You must be lying."

echoed throughout the room as the complexion of some

couldn't blame

catastrophic a cataclysm was. Especially since the second cataclysm

that a third one might happen, people

wanted to let you know that in the few years that I was missing, I was

I glanced at Douglas who looked back at me. After a

"Isn't that right, Douglas?"

"Yes."

throughout the auditorium as the reporters

it, I continued to

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

let the world know about what was about

for everyone to wake up from this false sense

though I was planning on defeating the Demon King, the Demon King wasn't

army

came that the Demon King arrived on