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.

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

was all a futile

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

"Yo—"

ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb,

felt his

caught sight

die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on

this the

before, the box was

Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,

emotions that he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose

he continued to question

understand. He couldn't understand his

the world reject

meaning of

was then

quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

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

so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and

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

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

while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes,

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

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

inside his mind and realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

the third question came

way for him to get the answers he so

his

breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

was from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

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

he had not seen in

where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

would ever understand him. A time when

But he was wrong.

someone else out there that had the same lost look in

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he

"You're not him."

voice echoed

little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him

look like him, but

once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

lost look that

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may look the

started to

***

King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

me, it didn't really feel like anything

you've still not completely awoken

Demon King

extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

future

are

I slowly asked.

dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was

me was just a clone. He was

am I looking

King raised his head. He eventually

old

Even then, there was something

Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

distorted, and the black

right in front

Click—!

sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started

on the

"Angelica, leave now."

realize what was going on, her

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't

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

in the middle of a

a second after I sent Angelica away, 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

myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black

"Puchi!"

red trail of

twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

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

was left shocked by

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about

King's was simply far too much for the dungeon

I suddenly heard a faint whisper

not as

grew even more

his words,

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision

even have the time

familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it in

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of

my head, I stared at

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and supported

moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

was inevitably

head, he

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