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 were simply just a
all a futile
for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we
"Yo—"
towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the
his
died, he caught sight
the end, I will die without knowing the answer to
Or so he thought.
didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
soon paused on a floating
this the
box was no longer
at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto
had long lost started
"...W...why?"
sound came out of his mouth as he
But Jezebeth didn't care.
is this happening to me? What is the purpose of my
out, he continued to question his very
understand. He couldn't
world reject my
the meaning of my
then that something
have enough time to react and make out what was
"Ahhhhh!"
let out an agonized
dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned again. Not only that, he felt an inexplicable and sharp pain in his
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 head
"Ahhhhh!"
and information started to
split second,
"Haa...Haa..."
space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain
strange power enveloped his body. He
he did, he slowly
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a soft
his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a
The Akashic records.
overlooked the entire
just hit him was called a planetary seed, and
a lot of new things, another question emerged in
'...Who am I?'
how the third question
had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he
about his
it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the
that point on that Jezebeth
*
eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set
he had not seen
gazed into them from where he was standing, the edges of
'It's been a while...
time when he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in the
But he was wrong.
else out there that had the same lost look
none other than the figure
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he
"You're not him."
voice echoed
His demeanor
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him
him, but the
squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his
more
look that was similar
It was gone.
standing opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may look the
to grow
***
King's gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower
to me, it didn't
still
Demon King mumbled to
not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been
words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly
the future
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
was the 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
the figure in front of me was just
I looking
King raised his head. He eventually shook
was looking for an old friend, but he isn't
then, there was something
least internally. Outwardly, I
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
hand and opened his palm to
"...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 his palm, creating a
and the black sphere disappeared from
reappeared right
Click—!
sound, the sphere split into two, crashing
Booom—! Booom—!
the air and the castle started
on the Demon
"Angelica, leave now."
was going on, her body was sent flying
I had no choice.
her here, I couldn't go
the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of
distracted in the
in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without
I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and
"Puchi!"
trail of blood followed
I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my
Clang—!
the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the
found the Demon King holding onto my
was left shocked by
though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused to
Crack. Crack. Crack.
something cracking. I didn't need to raise my
Dungeon was
King's was simply far too much for the dungeon
then that I suddenly heard a faint
they're not
grew even
to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my vision
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision turned
didn't even have
the back of my throat, but I held it in by
Tok. Tok.
sound of
head, I stared at the Demon King in
"Khhh..."
placed my hand on my knee and
of time, neither one of us
"Disappointing."
inevitably
his head, he
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