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.

wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they

a futile

this for the sake of our people.

"Yo—"

could say anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the

his body

he caught sight of the box

will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

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

the

before, the box was no longer

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

emotions that he had long lost

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the

came out, he

He couldn't understand his

world

is the meaning of

was then that

his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to

"Ahhhhh!"

out

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. Not

time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his head with both

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started to insert into

for a 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,

He couldn't

did, he slowly began to open his eyes,

"The akashic records..."

in a

hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

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

and realizing a lot of

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

had finally found hope. A way for him

about his very

than through breaking

from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and

*

sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a

that he had not seen in a

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

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

there that had the same lost look in his

none other than the figure

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

echoed

His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

like him, but the

again carefully scrutinized Ren from

more alive.

that was

It was gone.

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

to grow

***

Demon King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

me, it didn't really feel like

like you've still not

Demon King

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

words may sound ambiguous, but I

future version

are you

I slowly asked.

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

of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at

am I looking

Demon King raised his head. He eventually

for an old friend, but he

then, there was something about his sentence that threw me

Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

raised his hand and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

reappeared right in front

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started

my eyes still locked on the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

she even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go all

just that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I

get distracted in the middle

a second after I 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 the castle I was previously in became a

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

my eyes again, I found the Demon King

was left shocked by

I didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I

Dungeon was about to

Demon King's was simply

I suddenly heard

they're not as polished

grew

process his words, something pressed against my back,

BANG—!

ground, my vision

have the time to

of my

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

I stared at the Demon

"Khhh..."

placed my hand

moment of time,

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

head, he

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