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.

let the people that had been hunting

it was all a futile attempt from his

sake of our people. Like

"Yo—"

anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his

felt his body

he caught sight of

die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused

the reason I

to before, the box was no longer

at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of

he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is

he continued to question

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand

world reject my

the meaning of my

was then

of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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

that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he

"Ahhhhh!"

again screamed as different images and

second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

floated in space. His chest heaved up and

his body. He couldn't

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

"The akashic records..."

in a

his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the entire

had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the akashic

his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question

'...Who am I?'

how the third question

had finally found hope. A way

about his very own

than through breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

was from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

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

had not

he was

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed

"You're not him."

echoed

tilted a little. His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

like him, but the

paused and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

look that was similar

It was gone.

the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he

started to grow

***

King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

cower with just a

me, it didn't really feel

like you've still not

Demon King mumbled to

been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been

but I perfectly understood what

the future version of

are

I slowly asked.

a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how

me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually not

am I looking

raised his head. He eventually

old friend, but

sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about

Outwardly, I kept

"...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—

out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of

air distorted, and the black sphere

right in front of

Click—!

sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started

on the

"Angelica, leave now."

to realize what was going on, her body was sent

I had no choice.

I couldn't

with the Demon King,

in the

after I 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 against my abdomen and my view

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

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood

I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just

left shocked by

Outwardly, I didn't show

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't need to

Dungeon was

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

heard

they're not

grew even

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

BANG—!

ground, my vision

didn't even have

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

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps

at the

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee

time, neither

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by the

his head, he

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