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
a futile attempt
blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own
"Yo—"
orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped
his
he died, he caught sight of the box on his
end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two
Or so he thought.
had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
him, his eyes soon paused on
this the reason I
to before, the box
scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced
had long lost
"...W...why?"
Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was in
But Jezebeth didn't care.
What is the purpose of my
came out, he continued
He
world reject my
meaning of my
then
ball of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and
"Ahhhhh!"
out an agonized
blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body
was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his
"Ahhhhh!"
different images and information started to insert into his
lasted for a split second, but to
"Haa...Haa..."
body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly,
power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it
a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his
"The akashic records..."
in
lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able
The Akashic records.
overlooked
white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a
information inside his mind and realizing a lot of
'...Who am I?'
was how the third question came
hope. A way for him to get the answers he
his very own
through breaking the limit and
that point on that Jezebeth became the
*
were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of
had not seen in
where he was
'It's been a while...
thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he
But he was wrong.
was in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look
was none other than the figure
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally
"You're not him."
echoed
a little. His demeanor
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
him started to
like him, but the look in your
little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his
eyes. They feel more alive. You're
look that was similar
It was gone.
opposite him was not the person from his
to grow
***
directed my way,
His pressure was enormous.
anyone cower with just
didn't really
you've still not completely awoken
King mumbled to
it not been for my now enhanced
ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he
was the future version of
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket
figure in front of me was just a clone. He was
I
his
an old friend, but he isn't
voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw
I kept an impassive
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
opened his palm to
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a
black sphere disappeared from its
reappeared right
Click—!
sphere
Booom—! Booom—!
air and the castle started to
the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent
I had no choice.
her here, I couldn't
exchange I had with the Demon King,
get distracted in the middle of
away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react,
I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air
"Puchi!"
of blood
unsheathed my
Clang—!
powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray
again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his
was left shocked
I didn't show it
Crack. Crack. Crack.
something cracking. I didn't need to raise my
was about
with the Demon King's was simply far too
suddenly heard a faint whisper in my
they're not as polished
grew even more
time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and
BANG—!
ground, my vision
even have the time to
back of my throat, but I
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound of footsteps
head, I stared at the Demon King in the
"Khhh..."
a low groan, I placed my hand on my
a brief moment of time, neither one of us
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by the Demon
head, he
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