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 last moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down

it was all a futile attempt

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

"Yo—"

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

felt his body

died, he caught sight of the box on

the end, I will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused

the reason I

to before, the box was no longer

was pretty much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the

had long lost started

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What

came out, he continued to

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

world reject my

meaning of my

then that

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 his

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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

short moment of time he completely forgot

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information

a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

body floated in space. His chest

power enveloped his body. He couldn't

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

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

out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

third

way for him

about his

it was none other than through breaking the limit and

on that Jezebeth became the Demon King,

*

what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue

he had not seen

them from where he was standing,

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could

than the

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he eventually

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

him, but the

his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his

more alive.

lost look that was similar to

It was gone.

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

to grow

***

Demon King's gaze directed

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower

to me, it didn't

you've still not

Demon King mumbled to

voice was extremely soft and 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 was referring

the future

are you looking

I slowly asked.

for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to

me was just a clone.

I looking

King raised his

looking for an old friend, but he

there was something

internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

raised his hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

room suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's

the black

soon reappeared right in front

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the castle started to

the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

what was

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't

Demon King,

distracted in the middle

Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance

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

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

King holding onto my sword with just his bare

was left shocked

didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I didn't need to raise my

Dungeon was about

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

then that I suddenly heard a

movements, they're not

grew even more

time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back,

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.

regular sound

at the Demon

"Khhh..."

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

of time,

"Disappointing."

inevitably

head,

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