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.

of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting

all a futile attempt

blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like

"Yo—"

down towards the ground. In an instant, his

his body

he caught sight of

die without knowing

Or so he thought.

didn't 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

the

box was no longer the

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

he had long

"...W...why?"

came out of

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What is the purpose of my

no sound came out, he continued to question his very own

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

does the world reject

is the meaning of my

then that something

light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed

"Ahhhhh!"

out an

dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated

short moment of time he completely forgot about the other

"Ahhhhh!"

as different images and

split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but

enveloped his body. He couldn't

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

was hazy, but in that information,

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the

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

realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged

'...Who am I?'

third

A way for him to get the answers he so desperately

his

through breaking the limit and reaching

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

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eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two

had not seen in a long

he was standing, the edges

'It's been a while...

understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in

But he was wrong.

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

none other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something.

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

demeanor remained impassive and hard

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started

look like him, but the look

paused and squinted his eyes a little. He once again

more

that was similar

It was gone.

his memories. He may look the same, but

to

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gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with

to me, it didn't really feel like anything

you've still not

Demon King mumbled to

been for my

I perfectly

was the future version

are you looking

I slowly asked.

appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he

figure in front of me was just a clone.

I

King raised his

looking for an old friend, but he isn't

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

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

the Demon King's

black

reappeared right

Click—!

the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

and

still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

what was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

I couldn't

I had with the Demon King, I

in the

happened so fast. Without

the air and the castle I was previously in became a

"Puchi!"

red trail of

body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

air dispersing

I found the Demon King holding onto

left shocked by

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't

Dungeon was about to

combined with the Demon King's was simply

suddenly heard a faint whisper

movements, they're not as

grew even more

his words, something pressed against my back,

BANG—!

the ground, my vision

have the time to

back of my throat, but I

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps

my head, I stared at the Demon

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand on

time, neither

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken

his head,

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