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.

let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they

a futile attempt

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

"Yo—"

towards the ground. In an instant, his figure

his

died, he caught sight of the box

will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on

the

before, the box was no longer the

this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down

long lost started

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose

sound came out, he

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

the world reject my

meaning

was then that

size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and

of time he completely forgot about the

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started to

second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

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

his body. He

Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his

"The akashic records..."

in a

of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

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

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

'...Who am I?'

was how the third question came

found hope. A way for him to

his very

through breaking the limit and reaching

Jezebeth became

*

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

he had not seen in a

he gazed into them from where he was

'It's been a while...

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

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

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

started to crease. He had

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

His demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

like him, but the

and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

look that was similar to

It was gone.

was not the person from his memories.

started to

***

King's gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

me, it didn't really feel like anything

you've still not completely awoken

King mumbled

for my

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

the future

are

I slowly asked.

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

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

am I

King raised his head. He eventually

was looking for an old friend, but

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

I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,

and the black sphere disappeared from

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started to

the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

here, I

exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just

distracted in the

It all happened so

I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

the air dispersing

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

left

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

Dungeon was

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

heard a faint whisper in

they're not

voice grew even

able to process his words,

BANG—!

ground, my vision

even have the time

to the back of

Tok. Tok.

sound of footsteps

head, I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand on my knee

moment of time,

"Disappointing."

inevitably

his head,

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