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.
people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a bunch of
a
doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for
"Yo—"
else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the
his
caught sight of the
the end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two
Or so he thought.
he had died, his eyes sprung open and he
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
eyes soon paused on a floating
this the reason
box was no
but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of
that he had long
"...W...why?"
no sound came out
But Jezebeth didn't care.
me? What is the purpose of my
he continued to question his very own
couldn't understand. He couldn't
world reject my
the meaning of
then that
his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening,
"Ahhhhh!"
let out
him reel. The 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 head with both
"Ahhhhh!"
screamed as different images and information
second, but to Jezebeth it felt like
"Haa...Haa..."
over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain was
enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it
Once he did, he
"The akashic records..."
in a soft
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a
The Akashic records.
entity that overlooked the
of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a
realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's
'...Who am I?'
the third question came to
A way for him to
about his
it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the
on that Jezebeth became the
*
again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two
not seen in
gazed into them from where he was standing,
'It's been a while...
one would ever understand him. A time when he thought
But he was wrong.
that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could
none other than the figure standing
Or so he thought.
started to crease. He had
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
little. His demeanor remained impassive
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
him started
look like him, but the look
again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his
They feel more alive. You're not
that was
It was gone.
not the person from his memories.
to
***
Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't
His pressure was enormous.
anyone cower with just
to me, it didn't really
you've still not
Demon King
was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been
I perfectly understood
the future
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
I could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the
am I looking
raised his head. He
for an old friend, but he
there was something about his sentence that threw
Outwardly, I kept
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
hand and opened his palm to face my
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward
and the black sphere disappeared from
right in
Click—!
clicking sound, the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
and the
eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
chance to realize what was
I had no choice.
I
King, I realized just how formidable of
the middle
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
flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black
"Puchi!"
red trail of blood
twisted my body and unsheathed my
Clang—!
the air dispersing the ashen gray
again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with
left shocked
show it as my face refused
Crack. Crack. Crack.
something cracking. I didn't need to
was about to
was simply far too much
suddenly heard a faint
they're not as polished
grew even more
able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my vision
BANG—!
against the ground,
have
to the back of my throat, but I held it
Tok. Tok.
regular sound
my head, I stared at
"Khhh..."
placed my hand on
time, neither one
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by
head, he
Read The Author's POV Chapter 500 - the best manga of 2020
Of the Entrail_JI stories I have ever read, perhaps the most impressive thing is The Author's POV. The story is too good, leaving me with many doubts. Currently the manga has been translated to Chapter 500. Let's read now the author's The Author's POV Entrail_JI story right here