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

it was all a

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

"Yo—"

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

felt his body

caught sight of

without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on

the reason I

the box was

grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the

long lost started to

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose of

out, he continued

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

the world

the meaning of my

then that something

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of

pain in his head 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!"

images and information started to insert into his

for a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up

his body. He couldn't quite explain

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

"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 Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the akashic

information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in

'...Who am I?'

the third question came to

he had finally found hope. A way for him to get

his

than through breaking the limit and reaching

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

*

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

he had not

them from where he was standing, the edges

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

voice echoed

demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him

may look like him, but the

He once again carefully

eyes. They feel more alive. You're

look that was similar

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may

to grow

***

Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just a

it didn't really feel

looks like you've still not completely

King mumbled

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

ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he

the future version of

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

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

I could tell that the figure in front of me was just

am I looking

Demon King raised his head. He

was looking for an old friend, but he

was something about

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm to face my

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

out from the Demon King's body, merging toward

black sphere disappeared

right in

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started

my eyes still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

here, I

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

distracted in the

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

being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

my body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen

found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

left shocked by

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was

King's was simply

I suddenly heard

not as polished as

grew even

process his words, something pressed

BANG—!

against the ground, my

even have the

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

Tok. Tok.

sound of footsteps

my head, I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand on my

brief moment of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken

his head,

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