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.

life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a

a futile attempt

sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing

"Yo—"

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

felt his body

died, he caught sight of the box on his

end, I will die without knowing the answer to

Or so he thought.

had died, his eyes sprung

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon

this the

box was no longer

onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side

he had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the purpose of my

he continued to question

couldn't understand. He

the world reject

is the meaning of my

was then that something

of 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!"

let out an

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

completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started to insert into

this lasted for a split 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

power enveloped his body. He couldn't

he slowly began to open his eyes, and his

"The akashic records..."

in a

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed,

the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of

'...Who am I?'

third question came to

he had finally found hope. A way

his

than through breaking the limit and reaching

on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and

*

were two deep blue eyes. They

had not seen

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

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

none other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

had finally noticed

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

him, but

his eyes a little. He once again carefully

They feel more alive.

that

It was gone.

the person from his

to

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really feel like anything

looks like you've still not completely

Demon King

been for my now enhanced senses, I

ambiguous, but I perfectly

future

are you looking

I slowly asked.

dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon

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

I

King raised his

old

then, there was something about

least internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

raised his hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging

the black sphere disappeared from

reappeared right in

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

and

locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't

King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent

in the middle of

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 abdomen and my

in the air and the castle I was

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed my

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

Clang—!

dispersing the

eyes again, I found the Demon King holding

left shocked

show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

cracking. I

Dungeon was about to

King's was simply far too much for the

heard a faint whisper in my

they're not

voice grew

to process his words, something pressed against my

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision

didn't even have the time to

of my throat, but I held

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound

I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

I placed my hand on my knee and supported my

moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

his head,

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