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

it was all a futile attempt

blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've

"Yo—"

the ground.

his

he died, he caught sight

will die without knowing the

Or so he thought.

know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused

this the

to before, the box was no longer the

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

had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose

though no sound came out, he continued to

He couldn't understand his

the world reject my

the meaning

was then that something

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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.

was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information

of this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down unevenly,

body. He couldn't quite explain

for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his figure

"The akashic records..."

in

hazy, but in that information,

The Akashic records.

that overlooked

not only that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called

out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's

'...Who am I?'

the third

last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to

about his very

none other than through breaking the limit and reaching

Jezebeth became the Demon King,

*

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

had not seen in a

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

'It's been a while...

he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A

But he was wrong.

look in his eyes

than the figure

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something.

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

but

once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

eyes. They feel more alive.

lost look that was

It was gone.

was not the person from his memories.

to

***

King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just a

to me, it didn't really feel

you've still not completely awoken

King mumbled

for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable

but I perfectly understood what he was

future version

exactly are you looking

I slowly asked.

was the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood

I could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone.

am I

King raised his

looking for an old friend,

disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence

Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating

and the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started to

the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

here, I

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

in the middle

me. It all happened so fast. Without even

flung in the air and the castle I

"Puchi!"

red trail of

my eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

Demon King holding onto my sword with

left

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show

Crack. Crack. Crack.

the sound of something cracking. I didn't need

was

with the Demon King's was simply

that I suddenly heard a faint

they're not

voice grew even more

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

BANG—!

the ground, my

didn't even have

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

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps

stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

placed my hand on my knee and supported

a brief moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by the Demon

his head, he

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