The Author's POV

Kevin overlooked the entirety of Ashton city from the comfort of his new office.

The office was about the same size as a tennis court; it was large and spacious, and the decor consisted of a few shelves with books, a large wooden desk, and a couple of chairs.

The floor was covered with a fluffy gray carpet, and the large windows that were located at the far end of the room enabled light to travel through the room and illuminate the office space.

The office was sparsely decorated, nonetheless, this was how Kevin preferred things to be.

With his hand behind his back, Kevin's face remained expressionless as he gazed at the city below.

Sky that was clear blue, clouds that were fluffy white, and buildings that shone brightly under the light of the sun.

Everything looked perfect. At least on the outside.

At that very moment, the city was completely deserted, and the streets were totally devoid of any presence whatsoever.

Having initiated the evacuation call, it was only natural that the city would end up in this state.

The criticism that he got for his decree was significant. The vast majority of people now referred to him as a tyrant, and they believed that the world would end with him as the leader.

Even though he was the target of numerous different kinds of curses, Kevin was no longer affected by such things. His emotions were as hard as ice.

Kevin blinked his eyes once, and the scene in front of his eyes suddenly shifted.

The sky turned red, the buildings in front of him collapsed, and smoke filled the air as the situation rapidly deteriorated. Kevin could still detect the lingering scent of blood in the air, and in the distance, he could make out the muffled screams of those who were in despair.

It appeared to be a completely different city than it had been just a couple of moments earlier.

Kevin slowly clenched his teeth as he watched the city revert back to its normal state after another blink of his eyes.

His mind was gradually beginning to fill with recollections of the past, and he noticed that a reddish hue was beginning to radiate outward from his body.

A blue panel manifested in front him.

Synchronisation : 79%

"The rate of synchronization is increasing."

Kevin murmured, his brows furrowing into a tight frown.

Kevin would experience random flashbacks of his past just like what had happened a couple of seconds ago, and each time he did, his power would spike, albeit ever so slightly.

Normally, one would be happy with the sudden power boost. Even if slightly, any power boost at his level was considered significant.

It was just that...

a past that he had long wanted to forget. They were like a

part of him relive the times when it had happened, and he noticed that his feelings were gradually fading

the greater the power, and the less certain he was about who

Kevin Voss...I'm Kevin

times, he had to remind himself of who he was. There were times when he would look around and realize that he had been doing nothing but staring blankly at the world for a considerable amount of

"Ukh"

with his hand and groaned out

to lean on the bookshelf next to him for support. The pain made it difficult

understand why I've decided to slowly spread my memories over

batches was because it was highly likely

had devised the defense mechanism in order to protect himself from potential

overload of memories that

Knock—! Knock—

thoughts by a succession of knocks, Emma eventually

was quite an unusual sight, and her hair, which had now reached the point where it reached her tailbone, was now

papers in

adjusted to your new

"More or less."

moved toward the desk

that are refusing to go to the bunkers. They said that

them into the bunker. Whatever

to her in a flat tone, and his eyes

had always been at least one person who, whether in the present day or in the past, refused to

as some people did not leave simply because of the emotional attachments that they had with their place, but Kevin

factor, Kevin's primary motivation for wanting to move everyone outside of the city was due to

of trouble, and the only way

allowed them to remain, he made the difficult choice to order everyone to report

anything to divert his

It might cause a lot of backlash with the

had a rather worried

slowly nodded

the backlash. It

barely anyone

of the guild masters and even the Union old heads supported him, there was

the moment, within the human domain, his words

was precisely because of this that he had

okay. I trust you, so I'll tell the others

"Thank you."

and shifted his attention back toward the empty

head to stare

"Twelve hours left…"

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