The Max Level Hero Has Returned!-Chapter 989

“This man is His Majesty, ruler of the entire continent!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. If everyone’s here, let’s just get straight to the point.”

“What—”

Snap!

Davey flicked his fingers.

Immediately, the surrounding light rippled and forcefully manifested a warping spell. By the time their vision cleared, they were no longer in the fortress. Instead, they stood inside a sealed cavern with a massive conference table at its center.

“I don’t like unnecessary interruptions,” Davey said. “So, I moved us somewhere more private. I brought along a few of your guards, too, so don’t get too upset.”

An elder from the resistance murmured in shock.

“Mass Teleportation...?”

“Close, but I don’t use defective spells like that.”

Without another word, Davey gestured toward the chairs surrounding the table.

“Well? Go ahead and have a seat.”

Before anyone moved, the man wearing the royal crown spoke first.

“Before that... let me ask you one thing.”

Davey turned his gaze toward him.

“Who exactly are you?”

“That’s what you’re curious about?”

“Your attire. Your manner of speech. None of it fits this continent, so where do you come from?”

Davey chuckled.

He then casually slid the documents he had prepared across the table—one for each faction.

“I’m the guy cleaning up your mess. Is that clear enough?”

“That’s... rather irritating.”

The woman in Enforcer attire didn’t seem pleased with his tone. With a fluid motion, she raised her hand—

Shiiing!!

In an instant, spears of mana materialized in midair, aiming directly at his throat.

“I can tell you’re a powerful mage,” she said coldly. “But when it comes to killing mages, I don’t care if you’re 8th Circle or even 9th Circle—I can take you down all the same. I suggest you answer His Majesty properly. I don’t enjoy hurting people needlessly, but—”

[Dispel]

Crash!!

“W-What?!”

The Enforcer recoiled in shock.

“For a self-made spell, that was pretty decent. I’ll give you a seventy percent—that’s a C, so not too bad! But there won’t be a second chance.”

At that, she collapsed onto the ground, trembling.

The divinity he’d momentarily released had crushed her. It was a force so overwhelming that an ordinary person would have fallen to their knees in worship—the levels of the sacred primordial.

This was none other than divinity, and it was the very power that defined a being as a god.

“Hovana. Why are you just standing there?”

“Hehe, well...”

“Never mind. Everything’s taken care of now.”

“Really? You solved that huge mess already?” she asked with shock.

“Yeah.”

At that, her face lit up with an ecstatic grin.

“Human, you’re incredible!”

Ignoring her praise, Davey gestured for her to come his way.

The room was filled with tense silence as the king and the commander of the resistance, Illenia, each took their seats across from one another.

Both frowned as they read through the documents Davey had given them.

“What... is this?”

“What else would it be? As I stated before, this is an agreement that both factions will immediately cease hostilities and promise not to engage in future armed conflict.”

Their expressions hardened at his boldness.

“There’s no point in even considering this. I fight for the freedom of the citizens—”

“Shut up! You disgusting bitch! You’re just trying to protect the privileges of the upper class that came from your corrupt electoral system!”

“And what makes you think you have the right to speak?! Trying to be a quote-unquote, king, who directly rules over other people?! What’s so righteous about that?!”

Just like that, they were at each other’s throats.

Honestly, it was only natural for them to act like so.

Bringing sworn enemies together in one place—it was already a miracle that spells weren’t flying across the room.

“We will never submit! I will make sure all citizens can live happily! I’ll eradicate parasites like you—hyenas lurking in the shadows, hoping to seize power for yourselves!”

“I have no interest in power! All people should be equal!”

“And the answer to your so-called equality is the corrupt officials?! Self-serving bureaucrats who take turns sitting in power, monopolizing everything they can under the guise of elections, sucking the people dry?!”

“Enough!”

Davey cut through the argument.

Both of them froze.

“Alright. I get it. You two factions hate each other.”

With a casual motion, he sat himself directly on the table rather than using a chair.

“Now shut up and sign the damn treaty. There’s no good in war, don’t you think?”

“You think it’s that simple—”

“Of course it is, you idiots.”

At that moment, he let out his divinity once again. The two instinctively made fearful faces at his pressure.

As he hadn’t retrieved all the released divinity from earlier, the remaining divinity moved according to his will.

The guards flanking the king and Illenia knew that they should’ve moved to protect their leaders, but their bodies wouldn’t let them.

“I told you already. If you don’t sign the treaty, I will destroy both sides—without discrimination.”

Commander Illenia slammed her fist onto the table.

“Are you insane?! What the hell do you even want?! This kind of forced peace agreement—it’s absurd! Do you think war is some kind of child’s game?!”

“Of course not.”

“Then—”

“Which is exactly why I’m telling you to stop. The God of Mages Odin didn’t fight to save this continent just so you idiots could tear it apart.”

Tap. Tap.

Davey drummed his fingers against the table.

“So? What are you waiting for? Sign it already. This isn’t a negotiation or mediation.”

It was coercion.

“This is an unfair—”

The king murmured with a troubled expression.

Davey smirked.

“Unfair to you, maybe. But what about the common people caught in this war? What do you think they will think after having seen so many others die in front of them? Do you think they’ll be relieved that the war is over? Or disappointed that their leaders hadn’t been able to completely annihilate their enemies?

Davey cleared his voice before answering.

“I’m betting on the former.”

“I understand your point, but... nothing has actually been resolved, and to do something like this...”

“Why not work together, then?”

“What?”

“Atrellia used to be a unified state. Back then, when the monarchy became tyrannical, the entire continent suffered. That’s why, after a large-scale revolution, elections were introduced.”

“...”

“But the electoral system became just as corrupt, didn’t it?”

“Yes...”

“Why do you think that happened?”

The two fell silent.

It was because they both knew the answer.

"When there's only one system in place, the people have no choice but to follow, no matter what. That’s why you need two competing systems—to keep each other in check. Make your nations better, push each other to create a land where people live more comfortably than in the opposing state.”

Both the king and Illenia fell silent.

“It’s not that difficult. If you don’t like that idea, then divide the administration instead and work together. The monarchy as one governing body, the parliamentary system as another. Let them balance each other out. The details? That’s up to you folks.”

A divided nation would bring problems—border disputes, war reparations, governance issues—but if both governing bodies worked together, those problems could be mitigated.

Davey had no interest in waiting for them to sort out the details, as he knew the longer the war dragged on, the greater the burden Odin would bear.

After a long silence, Illenia finally spoke.

“What exactly is your part in all this?”

“An outsider. Once I stop your war, I’ll go back to where I belong. Don’t worry, I have no intention of staying here and making ridiculous requests.”

“And if another war breaks out after you’re gone?”

“Go ahead and try. I’ll show you, firsthand, how I’ll grind this entire continent into dust. You seem to think I’m just some 9th Circle mage.”

At that, the king swallowed hard.

“A 9th Circle mage couldn’t possess a presence like this. Are you... a god?”

Davey answered with a single word.

“Odin.

“Odin, the God of Mages. You may consider me her disciple.”

The two stayed silent.

From the beginning, the war had been nothing more than a result of Loki Devan’s manipulations.

They had all known, deep down, that something was off—but none of them had been able to find the justification to stop fighting.

Their only course of action had been to push forward, hoping to end the other side and create a better world in their own image.

“I’ve given you the justification you need. If you don’t stop the war, I will personally destroy this continent. Surely none of you still think you can take me on, do you?”

Crack!!

As he casually snapped his fingers, the solid ceiling above them fractured, turning to rubble as it crumbled away.

Through the opening, the vast sky was revealed—now dyed black, as if an apocalypse was emerging.

It was merely an illusion, but to the mages who could see the movement of mana, it carried an entirely different meaning.

"You resemble the Demon King from the old legends."

“That’s because I am.”

Of course, he was also the Antagonist, though it seemed irrelevant now.

The war that had raged in Atrellia for years, seemingly without end, was forcefully and unceremoniously concluded in exactly four days.

The two factions were scrambling to negotiate post-war policies.

Davey knew there’d undoubtedly be conflict and tensions ahead.

But that wasn’t his problem.

If they ever dared to reignite the war, he’d simply crush them beyond recovery. They also knew this, and so, they were going to find ways to remedy the continent.

“I’ve never seen someone force an armistice this stupidly before,” Odin said in a mocking tone.

“I’m aware.”

“This is going to cause massive friction.”

Davey simply smiled.

He turned his attention to her magic circle, pouring his divinity into it.

“This should do, right?”

Perched on his shoulder, Perserque gazed at the magic circle curiously.

“Davey, I’ve never seen a magic circle formation like this before.”

“Me neither. I’m just doing what I was told.”

At his response, Odin quietly observed him before letting out a soft chuckle.

“Do you really think war is the only thing that brings despair?”

“Of course not.”

“Thirty percent of the people on this continent are born without any magic talent.”

Her voice was calm, yet firm.

“Seventy percent become mages, while the other thirty percent are left powerless, doomed to be oppressed and discriminated against,” she murmured.

“You’re not planning to change that, are you?”

“I am.”

Saying it was easy, but people were diverse, and no single system could satisfy everyone.

However, Odin merely smiled faintly.

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“Nothing is impossible for me.”

‘Spoken like a true mage.’