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.

had been hunting his race down know that they were

it was all a futile attempt from his

people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

down towards the ground.

his

died, he caught sight of the

I will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

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

this the reason

the box was

as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

he had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his mouth as

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is

no sound came out, he continued to question his very

understand. He

does the world reject my

the meaning of

was then that something

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!"

out

his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was

a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were

"Ahhhhh!"

and information started to

second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but

body. He couldn't quite explain

calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

just hit him was called a planetary seed,

his mind and realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

how the third question

way for him to get the answers

his very own

than through breaking the

from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep

he had not seen in a

he was

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A

But he was wrong.

in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see himself

other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

echoed throughout

tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

him, but

his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

lost look that

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may look

started to

***

directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with

me, it didn't really feel like

like you've still not completely

Demon King

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced

I perfectly

the future

are you

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 could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the

I looking

King raised his head. He

old friend, but he

disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that

I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body,

the black

right

Click—!

sound, the sphere split into two, crashing behind

Booom—! Booom—!

and

still locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

I couldn't go

just that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of

the middle of

away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press

flung in the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

of

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

was left shocked

show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

followed after that was the sound of something cracking. I

Dungeon was about

Demon King's was simply far

then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper

movements, they're not as polished

voice grew

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

BANG—!

ground, my vision turned

have the time

of my throat, but I held it in

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps echoed

stared at the Demon

"Khhh..."

placed my hand on my knee and supported

brief moment of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

head, he

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