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

relive the times when it had happened, and he noticed

power, and the less certain he was

Kevin Voss...I'm Kevin

and realize that he had been doing nothing but staring blankly at the world for a considerable amount

"Ukh"

head with his hand and groaned out

he had to lean on the bookshelf next

decided to

why the recovery of his memories were done in batches was because it was highly likely that his mind would be unable to

was possible that his previous self had devised the defense mechanism in order to protect himself from potential danger

overload of memories that

Knock—! Knock—

a succession of knocks, Emma eventually entered

now reached the point where it reached her tailbone, was now tied in a pony tail behind

of papers in her

adjusted to your new

"More or less."

she moved toward the desk where she dropped the stack of

go to the bunkers. They

the bunker. Whatever means possible,

her in a flat tone, and

least one person who, whether in the present day or in the past, refused to leave their homes because they believed that they

people did not leave simply because of the emotional attachments that they had with their place, but Kevin wasn't trying to put

wanting to move everyone outside of the city was due to his perception

a lot of trouble, and the only way

of the situation if he had allowed them to remain, he made the difficult choice to order everyone to

allow anything to divert his attention away from the primary task at

It might cause a lot of

had a rather worried look on her face

slowly nodded

backlash. It doesn't really matter

there was barely

him, there was no way anyone would

human

go against him, and it was precisely because of

I trust you, so I'll tell the others about

"Thank you."

attention back toward the empty streets below

head to stare at his watch, he

"Twelve hours left…"

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