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.

the last moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just

was all a

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

"Yo—"

bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant,

his body

he caught sight of the box on his

without knowing the answer to

Or so he thought.

exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

him, his eyes soon paused

this the reason I

the box was no

grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear

long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

no sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose of my

out, he continued to question his very

couldn't understand. He couldn't

the world

is the meaning of

then that

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into

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

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information started to insert into

of this lasted for a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

in space. His chest heaved up

He couldn't quite

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

"The akashic records..."

in

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment

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

'...Who am I?'

was how the third question came to

A way for him

about his

none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the

on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his curse

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were

he had not seen

he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

would ever understand him. A time when

But he was wrong.

out there that had the same lost look in his eyes

than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

him, but

again carefully scrutinized Ren from

feel more alive.

lost look that was

It was gone.

from his memories.

to

***

gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

cower with just a

to me, it didn't really feel

looks like you've still

Demon King mumbled

for

ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was referring

the future version of

are you looking

I slowly asked.

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

was just a clone. He was here, yet at the

am I

Demon King raised his head. He eventually shook

looking for an old friend,

rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about

least internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

out from the Demon King's body, merging

distorted, and the black

soon reappeared right in

Click—!

the sphere split into

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started to

on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

I couldn't go

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

in the middle

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

myself being flung in the air and

"Puchi!"

of blood

and unsheathed

Clang—!

powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing

Demon King

was left shocked

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about to

Demon King's was simply far too

suddenly heard a faint whisper in

not as

grew even

words, something pressed against my back,

BANG—!

ground,

didn't even have the time

clung to the back of my throat, but I

Tok. Tok.

sound

at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand on my knee and supported my

of time,

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by

his head, he

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