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 people that had been hunting his race

a futile attempt from

me for doing this for the sake of our people.

"Yo—"

a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an

felt his body

he died, he caught sight of the box on his

will die without

Or so he thought.

but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap

the reason

the box was no

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

had long lost started

"...W...why?"

came out of his mouth as

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the purpose of my

no sound came out, he continued to question

He couldn't understand

world

the meaning of

was then

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

"Ahhhhh!"

out

a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of

that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started

split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

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

He couldn't quite explain what it

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

mind. Most of it was hazy, but

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

but he had 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

inside his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

was how the third question

had finally found hope. A way for him

about his

through breaking the limit and reaching

point on that Jezebeth became

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar

that he had not seen

into them from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's lips

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

had the same lost look in

was none other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

He had finally

"You're not him."

echoed

His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

may look like him, but the

once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually

eyes. They feel more

that was similar to

It was gone.

the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he wasn't

started to grow

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just a

to me, it didn't really feel

looks like you've still

King

been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable

I perfectly

future

are you

I slowly asked.

was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to show up

me was just a

I

his head.

old friend, but

there was something about his

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body,

the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

and the

my eyes still locked on the

"Angelica, leave now."

realize what was going on, her

I had no choice.

I couldn't go

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

distracted in the

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

found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed my

and unsheathed

Clang—!

dispersing the

Demon King holding

left shocked

though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about to

was simply far too much

then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in

movements, they're not as

voice grew even more

process his words, something

BANG—!

ground, my vision turned

have the time to

back of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps echoed

I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

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

of time,

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by

head,

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