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

was all a futile

the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are

"Yo—"

orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure

felt his body

caught sight of the box

without knowing the

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused

the

before, the box was no longer the

much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto

that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

out of

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the purpose

came out, he continued to question

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

does the world reject

the meaning

then that

enough time to react and make out what was happening, the

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

up his 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 into bits before being regenerated and burned again.

so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the

"Ahhhhh!"

and information started

split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked

The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it

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

'...Who am I?'

the third

time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers

about his very

other than through breaking the

that Jezebeth became

*

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

that he had not seen in a long

them from where he was standing, the edges of

'It's been a while...

he once thought that no one would ever understand

But he was wrong.

look in his

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth,

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

but

He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his

eyes. They feel more alive. You're

look that was similar

It was gone.

his memories. He may look the same, but

to

***

Demon King's gaze directed

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower

didn't really

still not

Demon King mumbled to

had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he

the future

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

was the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon

I could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet

am I looking

Demon King raised his head. He

old friend, but he

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

internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...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—

from the Demon King's

black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the

my eyes still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

I couldn't go all

I had with the Demon King, I

the middle of

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

I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood

I twisted my body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen

I found the Demon King holding onto

left shocked by

didn't show it as my

Crack. Crack. Crack.

was the sound of something cracking. I

was about

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

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper

not as

grew even more

was able to process his words, something pressed

BANG—!

against the ground,

even have the time to

back of my

Tok. Tok.

sound of

stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

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

time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by

head,

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