The Author's POV

Chapter 500

Throughout his life and experiences, the Demon King found himself asking three questions.

'Why does the world reject my existence?'

'What is the meaning of my life?'

'Who am I?'

He was born a demon.

A race that needed to conquer planets in order to survive. They didn't really have a choice. In order to survive, demons needed demonic energy, and that could only be created through the conversion of the mana in the air.

That said.

There were only two things that the Demon King remembered about his childhood.

His name.

Jezebeth.

...And the fact that his race was universally hunted down by all the other races in the universe.

Everyone tended to call them a race that held no emotions, but this was far from the truth.

Demons were no different from the other races. It was true that they were a lot wilder than some of the other races, but that didn't mean that they were evil and had no emotions.

Evil was a subjective word.

There were always two sides to the same coin, and everyone seemed to have failed to realize this.

From a young age, Jezebeth never remembered staying in a single place at once.

Destruction.

Death.

Carnage.

Those were the only things he saw as he ran from planet to planet, trying to avoid being hunted down by the hands of the alliance.

Despite that, his scenery never changed.

He would always see death wherever he went.

But it wasn't the death of the inhabitants of the planet they were moving into. No, it was the death of his own race as they were mercilessly slaughtered down by the other races.

'Parasites.'

'God's mistake.'

'Why were you ever created? What purpose do you serve to this world?'

Wherever he went, he would repeatedly hear the same words being thrown at him.

Listening to the same insults over and over again, at one point he started to question himself.

'Why does the world reject my existence?'

That was when the first question arose.

Why did the world seem to reject his very existence to the core? What wrong did he ever commit?

...He had only been trying to survive.

Weren't the other races doing the same?

Weren't they also killing livestock in order to feed themselves? What was so wrong with what they were doing?

This happened back when he was still young.

...Skip a few years.

Nothing changed.

As he aimlessly ran from planet to planet in order to ensure his survival, the scenery that he saw since young never changed.

Destruction.

Death.

Carnage.

It was always the same scene. At some point, he had gotten used to the scene. But it was also when he got used to the scene that stopped and looked around himself for once.

It was from that moment that he realized something.

He was alone.

All of his family, friends, and demons that he had known throughout his years had long been killed, leaving him alone.

The only momento he had of his parents was a small black box that rested on his neck. He didn't know what it was exactly, but his parents told him to never let go of it and to put his demon core inside of it.

He was still young, and thus he obediently accepted their suggestion. He didn't know much, but supposedly, the box was very durable, and it could help him survive.

At least that was what his parents told him.

But.

As he grasped the silver box hanging on his neck and took a good long hard look at it Jezebeth felt nothing.

The box used to remind him of his times with his parents...

But it no longer did.

It was from that point that the second question arose.

'What is the meaning of my life?'

Was he just born to be hunted? Was this his meaning to life? Ever since young all he had been doing is running away. Running away from the alliance that was seeking to eradicate him.

He didn't remember anything else.

Was this all his life really amounted to?

...More time passed.

Throughout the years, Jezebeth kept asking himself the same two questions.

'Why does the world reject my existence?'

'What is the meaning of my life?'

Before he knew it, many years had passed and he suddenly found himself blankly staring at the sky.

Levitating in the sky like creatures of justice, and with light spreading out from behind them, a dozen or so figures stared at him from above.

Slowly descending down toward his direction was a woman wearing a silver armor that shone brightly and gently wrapped around her figure.

She was one of the members of the alliance that was created in order to exterminate the demons.

"...Your race does not belong in this universe."

Her crisp and melodious voice rang throughout the world.

Hearing her words, something within him snapped. 'Your race does not belong in this universe?' He had heard the same phrase over and over again.

He was sick of hearing it.

Why?

...Just why?

"Cough...Cough..."

Coughing black blood down his body, Jezebeth laughed in deprecation. His blood-red eyes gazed upwards, towards the dark clouds covering the sky. Hanging down his neck was a simple silver necklace; attached to its end was a black box.

It was his family momento.

"You...you're...nothing but a bunch of hypocrites..."

He managed to utter after struggling to find his words.

"What did you say?"

"Cough..."

"Y-ou speak as though we have committed some...cough...grave sin against you all, but what is so grave with us trying to s...survive?"

Knowing that his death was already set, Jezebeth no longer held back.

"What gives you the right to come here and judge us like you are some sort of god?"

He vented all his frustration at once.

to let the people that had been hunting his

a futile attempt from

blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely

"Yo—"

ground. In an instant,

his

sight of the box

end, I will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died,

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic

this the

to before, the box was

much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear

long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is

came out, he continued

understand. He couldn't

the world

the meaning of

was then that something

light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

his body like a raging fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned again. Not only that, he felt an inexplicable and sharp

a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other

"Ahhhhh!"

screamed as different images and information

for a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain was

strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what

did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a

his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

bright white light that had just hit him was

inside his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

he had finally found hope. A way

his

was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

on that Jezebeth

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a

had not seen in a

from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in

But he was wrong.

had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he

"You're not him."

echoed throughout

demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started

may look like him, but the look

He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before

They feel more

that

It was gone.

person standing opposite him was not the person from his

started to grow

***

Demon King's gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just

didn't really feel like

still

King

was extremely soft and had it not been for my

sound ambiguous, but I

future version of

exactly are

I slowly asked.

a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to show

of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time,

am I

raised his head. He

looking for an old friend,

Even then, there was something about

internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm to face my

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

soon reappeared right in front

Click—!

sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started

my eyes still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

she even had the chance to realize what was going on, her

I had no choice.

I

exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent

in the middle of

sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast.

knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood

twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it

Clang—!

powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

again, I found the Demon King holding

left shocked

Outwardly, I didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need

Dungeon was about

combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the dungeon to

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my

they're not as polished as

grew

was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision turned

have

iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps echoed

at the Demon

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee

time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by the Demon

his head,

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