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 they were simply

it was all a futile attempt from his

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

"Yo—"

orb descended down towards the ground.

felt his body

he caught sight of the

I will die without knowing the answer to

Or so he thought.

he had died, his eyes

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused on a

this the reason

box was no longer the

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

emotions that he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was in

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose

though no sound came out, he continued

understand. He couldn't

the world reject my

is the meaning

then that

of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and

"Ahhhhh!"

out

with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits

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

"Ahhhhh!"

again screamed as different images and information

second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what

him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open

"The akashic records..."

in a

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was

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

'...Who am I?'

how the third

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

his very own

through breaking the limit and reaching the

that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his

*

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

not seen in a long

from where he was standing, the edges

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

lost look in his eyes

than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

like him, but the

again carefully

feel more

look that

It was gone.

standing opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he

started to

***

gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really

like you've still not completely

Demon King

soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've

but I perfectly

was the future version

are

I slowly asked.

appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside

front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually

am I looking

his head. He

old friend,

there was something about his sentence

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—

sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front

the black sphere disappeared from its

reappeared right

Click—!

sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

air and

on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't go all

that single exchange I had with the Demon King,

the middle of a

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 against my abdomen and

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

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding

left shocked by

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't need to raise

was about

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

was then that I suddenly heard a

movements, they're not as polished as

voice grew even more

words, something pressed against

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision turned

have the

iron taste clung to the back of

Tok. Tok.

sound

my head, I stared at the Demon King in

"Khhh..."

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

a brief moment of time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken

his head,

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