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.

he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that

all a futile

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

"Yo—"

down towards the ground. In

felt his

caught sight of the box on his

I will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

he had died,

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

him, his eyes soon paused on a floating

this the reason

to before, the box was no

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

emotions that he had long lost

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What

sound came out, he continued to question his

He couldn't understand

world

the meaning

then that something

Jezebeth could have enough

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

pain shot up 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

of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started

of this lasted for a split second,

"Haa...Haa..."

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

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly

"The akashic records..."

in

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the akashic

the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged

'...Who am I?'

how the third

found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so

about his very own

than through breaking the limit and

point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his

*

were two deep

had not seen in

he was

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in the

But he was wrong.

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

none other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

He had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

echoed

demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

may look like him, but the

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

feel more alive. You're

that

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may look the same,

to

***

gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really feel

you've still not completely

Demon King

had it not been for

but I perfectly

future version

exactly are

I slowly asked.

the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of

in front of me was just a clone.

I

King raised his head. He eventually shook

looking for an old friend, but

there was something about his sentence

Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

soon reappeared right

Click—!

sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started

still locked on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

the chance to realize what was going

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't

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

the

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

being flung in the air and the

"Puchi!"

red trail of

twisted my body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen gray

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

left

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

sound of something cracking. I didn't need to

was

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

was then that I suddenly heard a

movements, they're not

grew even more

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

BANG—!

the ground, my vision turned

didn't even have the

taste clung to the back of my throat, but

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps

I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand

time, neither

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by

head, he

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