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.

life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a

a futile attempt from his

the sake of our people. Like

"Yo—"

down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped

his

he caught sight of

die without knowing

Or so he thought.

know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside

this the

box

at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,

that he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

me? What is the purpose of

he continued to question his very own

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand

world

meaning of my

then

ball of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his

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

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information started to insert

a split second, but to Jezebeth

"Haa...Haa..."

Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and

his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a

was hazy, but in that

The Akashic records.

overlooked

just hit him was called a planetary seed, and

information inside his mind and realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

had finally found hope. A way

about his very own

than through breaking the

was from that point on that Jezebeth became

*

what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep

he had not seen

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

'It's been a while...

understand him. A time when he thought

But he was wrong.

the same lost look

none other than the figure

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started

but the look

eyes a little. He once again

They feel more alive. You're

that was

It was gone.

his

to

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with just

it didn't really feel like anything

looks like you've still not completely awoken

King

extremely soft and had it not been for

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was referring

the future version

are you

I slowly asked.

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

that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually

I looking

Demon King raised his head.

for an old friend, but

voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that

internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

raised his hand and opened his palm to face my

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,

black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in

Click—!

the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and

eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

had the chance to realize what was going on,

I had no choice.

I couldn't go all

had with the Demon King, I realized

get distracted 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

it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

trail of

my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

again, I found the Demon King holding

was left shocked

show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about to

energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the

was then that I suddenly heard a

not

voice grew even more

to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my vision

BANG—!

the ground,

have

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

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of

my head, I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand on my

time, neither one

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by

his head, he

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255