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.

of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down

a

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

"Yo—"

else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an

felt his body

caught sight of the

die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

this the reason

to before, the box was no

but as Jezebeth grasped onto the

that he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

Unfortunately, no sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the

out, he continued to question

He

the world reject my

is the meaning

was then that something

enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body arched

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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.

pain in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the

"Ahhhhh!"

as different images and information started to insert

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

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite

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

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy,

The Akashic records.

overlooked

had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in

inside his mind and realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

third question came to

A way for him to

about his very own

other than through breaking the limit and reaching the

point on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue

he had not seen in a long

where he was standing, the

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

other than the

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally

"You're not him."

voice echoed

demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him

him, but

and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

more alive. You're not

look that was similar to

It was gone.

from his memories. He may look the

started to

***

the Demon King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

cower

to me, it didn't really feel like

you've still not completely awoken

Demon King mumbled

been for my now

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

was the future version of

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

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

figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here,

am I

raised his

was looking for an old friend, but he

rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

from the Demon King's body, merging

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from its

reappeared right

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing behind

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the castle started to

on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

I couldn't

King, I realized just how formidable of

in the middle of a

me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my

I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed

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

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing

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

was left shocked

Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize

Dungeon was

the Demon King's was simply far too much for the

I suddenly heard a faint whisper in

not as polished

voice grew

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

BANG—!

ground, my

even have the

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

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps echoed

at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

I placed my hand on my knee and

moment of time,

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

his head, he

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