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
all a
blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing
"Yo—"
the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped
felt his
sight of the box on his
end, I will die without
Or so he thought.
he had died, his
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap
this the
box was no
but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,
had long lost started to once again
"...W...why?"
Unfortunately, no sound came out
But Jezebeth didn't care.
What is the purpose of my
he continued to
understand. He
world
meaning
was then
small 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 body
"Ahhhhh!"
let out an agonized
head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his
was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he
"Ahhhhh!"
as different images and information
of this lasted for a split second,
"Haa...Haa..."
over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest
He couldn't quite explain what
Once he did, he slowly began to open his
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a soft
his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in
The Akashic records.
overlooked the
that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a
inside his mind and realizing a lot
'...Who am I?'
was how the third
he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he
about his very
was none other than through breaking
that Jezebeth became the Demon
*
his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar
that he had not
where he was
'It's been a while...
a time when he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time
But he was wrong.
was in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that
the figure standing opposite
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout the
His demeanor remained impassive and
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him
but the look
paused and squinted 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
to
***
Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
cower
it didn't really
still not completely
Demon King mumbled to
was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear
but I perfectly understood what he
the future version
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
sudden reason 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 show up
of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the
I looking
his head. He eventually
was looking for an old friend, but he
disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw
least internally. Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
opened his
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a
the black sphere disappeared
soon reappeared right in
Click—!
low clicking sound, the sphere
Booom—! Booom—!
air and the castle
locked on the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying
I had no choice.
I couldn't
Demon King, I realized just how
the middle of a
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 against my abdomen and my
air and
"Puchi!"
of blood
unsheathed
Clang—!
reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the
I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with
was left
though. Outwardly, I didn't show it
Crack. Crack. Crack.
sound of something cracking. I didn't need
was
was simply far too much for the dungeon to
suddenly heard a faint whisper in
not as polished as
grew
able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my
BANG—!
the ground,
even have
clung to the back of
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound
head, I stared at
"Khhh..."
my hand on
brief moment of time, neither
"Disappointing."
was inevitably broken by
head, he
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