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.

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

a futile attempt

our people. Like you've said, we

"Yo—"

ground. In an

felt his body

he died, he caught sight

the end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside

the reason I

the box was

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

long lost

"...W...why?"

loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the

out, he continued to question his very

He couldn't understand

does the world

the meaning of my

was then that something

could have enough time to react

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into

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

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information started to insert

a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

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

body. He couldn't

Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his figure

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of

The Akashic records.

overlooked the entire

learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the akashic

realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

third question

had finally found hope. A way for

his very

through breaking the limit and

on that Jezebeth became

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes.

he had not seen in a

gazed into them from where he was standing,

'It's been a while...

understand him. A time when he thought that

But he was wrong.

look in his

none other than the figure

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started

look like him, but the look

again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his

They feel more alive. You're not

lost look that was similar

It was gone.

person from his memories. He may look the same, but

started to

***

the Demon King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

me, it didn't really feel

you've still not

Demon King mumbled to

been for my now

but I

future version

are

I slowly asked.

Since a dungeon was a pocket

tell that the figure in front of me was just

am I looking

King raised his head. He

looking for an old friend,

was something

Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

right in front

Click—!

the sphere split into two, crashing behind

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started

eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go all

had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of

the

in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even

myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black

"Puchi!"

trail of

body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his bare

left shocked by

Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

something cracking. I didn't need

was about to

simply far too much for the dungeon

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my

not as

grew even more

words, something pressed against

BANG—!

against the ground, my

have the time to

back of my

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of

my head, I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

my hand on my knee

moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the

head,

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