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...

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

them, he felt a part of him relive the times when it

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

Kevin Voss...I'm Kevin

and realize

"Ukh"

covered his head with his hand and groaned

to stand; he had to lean

finally understand why I've decided to

the recovery of his memories were done in batches was because it was highly likely

to protect himself from

from the overload of memories that depicted all of his failures

Knock—! Knock—

of his thoughts by a

which was quite an unusual sight, and her hair, which had now reached

papers in

you adjusted to

"More or less."

answered, watching as she moved toward the desk where she

of people that are refusing to go to the bunkers. They said that they would rather stay

bunker. Whatever means

to her in a flat tone, and his

been at least one person who, whether in the present day or in

because of the emotional attachments that they had with their place, but Kevin wasn't trying to put everyone in the bunker because he wanted

contributing factor, Kevin's primary motivation for wanting to move everyone outside of the

have a lot of trouble, and

allowed them to remain, he made the difficult choice

divert his attention away from the primary task at

choice? It might cause a lot

brought Kevin out of his thoughts. She had a rather worried

slowly nodded his

take the backlash. It

was barely anyone

old heads supported him, there was no way anyone would be able to say

the human domain, his

was precisely because of this that he had

trust you, so I'll tell

"Thank you."

shifted his attention

stare at his watch, he

"Twelve hours left…"

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