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.

moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know

all a futile attempt from his

our people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb, and his

felt his

died, he caught sight of the box on

without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

he had died, his eyes sprung open

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

him, his eyes soon

this the reason

before, the box was

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

had long

"...W...why?"

came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose of

sound came out, he continued to question his very own

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

the world reject

is the meaning of my

then

headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

a raging fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with 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

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!"

as different images and information started to insert

split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like

"Haa...Haa..."

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

his body. He couldn't quite explain what

calm down. Once he did, he

"The akashic records..."

in a

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

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

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

realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came to

had finally found hope. A way for him to

his very own

breaking the limit and reaching

Jezebeth became the Demon

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a

he had not seen in a

them from where he was standing,

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A time when he thought that he

But he was wrong.

lost look in

other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

voice echoed

little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

but the look in

again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking

They feel more

look that was similar

It was gone.

standing opposite him was not the person from his memories.

started to grow

***

King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with

didn't really

you've still not

Demon King

been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear

I

was the future version of

are

I slowly asked.

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

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

I

raised his head. He eventually shook

an old friend, but

then, there was something about his sentence that

least internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

and the black sphere

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started to

locked on the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

I couldn't go all

the Demon King, I realized just how formidable

distracted in the middle of a

It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my

being flung in the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed my

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

King

was left

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what

Dungeon was about

simply far too much for the dungeon to

I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my

movements, they're not as polished

grew even more

was able to process his words, something pressed against

BANG—!

the ground, my vision

have the

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

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of

stared at the

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand on my

a brief moment of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by

his head, he

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