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.

that had been hunting his race down know that they

all a futile attempt from his

for the sake of our people. Like you've

"Yo—"

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

felt his

died, he caught sight of

the end, I will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon

this the

box

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

emotions that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose

though no sound came out, he continued to

understand. He

does the world

is the meaning of my

was then that something

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 arched

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent

pain in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that

"Ahhhhh!"

and

for a split second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

in space. His chest heaved up and

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain

while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open

"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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the entire

light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in

and realizing a lot of new things, another question

'...Who am I?'

third question came

last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him

about his very

none other than through breaking the limit

from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes.

that he had not seen

he was standing, the edges

'It's been a while...

would ever understand

But he was wrong.

out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see

other than the

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he eventually

"You're not him."

echoed

His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

him, but the look in your

He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his

feel more alive.

that was similar to

It was gone.

person from his memories.

to grow

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really feel like anything

you've still not

Demon King

extremely soft and had it not been for

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

was the future

are you

I slowly asked.

pocket dimension inside

of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same

I looking

Demon King raised his head.

an old friend, but

there was something about his sentence that threw me

Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

the black sphere disappeared

right

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started

the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

realize what was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

her here, I

the Demon King, I realized

in the middle of

I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me

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

"Puchi!"

of

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

found the Demon King holding onto

was left shocked

I didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what was

was

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

was then that I suddenly heard a

they're not as polished as

grew even

words,

BANG—!

ground,

even have

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

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound

head, I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

hand on

brief moment of time,

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the Demon

head, he

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