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...

wanted to forget.

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

synchronization, the greater the power, and the less certain he was

Kevin Voss...I'm

had to remind himself of who he was. There were times when he would look around and realize that

"Ukh"

head with his

lean on the bookshelf next

understand why I've decided to slowly spread

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

in order to protect himself from potential danger

from the overload of memories that depicted all of his failures

Knock—! Knock—

a succession of

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

a stack of papers in her

you adjusted to

"More or less."

toward the desk where she dropped the

reports, there are still a lot of people that are refusing to go to

bunker. Whatever means

in a flat tone, and his

in the past, refused to leave their homes because they believed that

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

primary motivation for wanting to move everyone outside of the city was due to his perception of them as being a burden on him

it was clear that Kevin would have a lot of trouble, and

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

divert his attention away

about your choice? It might cause a lot of backlash with

his thoughts. She had a rather worried look on her face

slowly nodded his

can take the backlash. It doesn't really matter

barely anyone that could oppose

the Union old heads supported him, there was no way anyone would be able

the human domain,

against him, and it was precisely because of

trust you, so I'll tell

"Thank you."

his head, and shifted his attention back toward the empty streets

to stare at his watch, he

"Twelve hours left…"

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