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

it was all a futile attempt from

sake of our people. Like

"Yo—"

else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb, and

felt his

caught sight of the box on

the end, I will die without

Or so he thought.

just when he thought he had died,

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

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

this the reason I

box

Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

came out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the

out, he continued to question his

couldn't understand. He

world reject

meaning of my

was then that something

have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

a blinding whiteness. It made him 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 felt an inexplicable and sharp pain in his

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

"Ahhhhh!"

and

a split second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

everything was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

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

and realizing a lot of new things, another question

'...Who am I?'

the third

A way for him to

about his

breaking the limit and

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

*

what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of

he had not

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

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

was none other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout

little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him

him, but

squinted his eyes a little. He once again

more alive. You're not

lost look that was similar

It was gone.

him was not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but

started to

***

King's gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower

didn't

looks like you've still not

Demon King mumbled

was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been

ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

was the future version

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood

I could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the

am I looking

King raised his

was looking for an old friend,

then, there was something

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

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

the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front

Click—!

sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started to

the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

the chance to realize what was

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't

the Demon King, I realized just

get distracted in the

a second 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

in the air and the castle I was previously in became

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood

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

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just

was left shocked by

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't

Dungeon was about

King's was simply

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right

not

voice grew even more

his words, something

BANG—!

against the ground,

even have the time

back of my throat, but I held it

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and

of time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the Demon

head,

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