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.

when it had happened, and he noticed

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

Kevin Voss...I'm Kevin

were times when he would look around and realize that he had

"Ukh"

his head with his hand

difficult for him to stand; he had to lean on the bookshelf next to him for support. The pain made it

to slowly spread my memories

done in batches was because it was highly likely that his mind would be

self had devised the defense mechanism in order to protect himself from potential danger that was to come with him learning

of memories that depicted all

Knock—! Knock—

being startled out of his thoughts by a succession of knocks, Emma eventually entered

and her hair, which had now reached the point where it reached her tailbone, was now tied in a pony

of papers in her

to your new

"More or less."

toward the

of people that are refusing to go to

bunker. Whatever means

flat tone, and his

the present day or in the past, refused to leave their homes because

attachments that they had with their place,

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

were in the way, it was clear that Kevin would have a lot of trouble, and the only way to deal with that

had allowed them to remain,

anything to divert his attention away from the primary

choice? It might cause a lot of backlash

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

nodded

I can take the backlash.

was barely anyone that could oppose

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

within the human domain, his

go against him, and it was precisely because of this that he

you, so I'll tell the others about your

"Thank you."

his attention back toward the

to stare at his watch,

"Twelve hours left…"

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