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.
he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were
all a futile
our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own
"Yo—"
orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure
felt his
caught sight
the end, I will die without knowing the answer
Or so he thought.
just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body floating into
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating
the reason I
to before, the box was no
point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of
emotions that he had long lost started to once again
"...W...why?"
came out of his mouth
But Jezebeth didn't care.
is this happening to me? What is the
out, he continued to question his very
He couldn't
the world reject
the meaning
was then that
Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react
"Ahhhhh!"
out
blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of
pain in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that
"Ahhhhh!"
and information started
this lasted for a split second,
"Haa...Haa..."
was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but
enveloped his body. He couldn't
for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his
"The akashic records..."
in
of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to
The Akashic records.
that overlooked
white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of
inside his mind and realizing a lot of
'...Who am I?'
was how the third question
had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so desperately
about his
than through breaking
point on that Jezebeth
*
sight were two deep blue
not seen
into them from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's
'It's been a while...
thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he
But he was wrong.
look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King
than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening
"You're not him."
echoed throughout the
a little. His demeanor remained impassive and
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started to
look like him, but
squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,
eyes. They feel more
look that
It was gone.
his memories.
started to
***
directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with
to me, it didn't really feel
you've still not
Demon King mumbled
was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced
may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was
the future version
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood
in front of me was just a clone. He
am I
his
looking for an old friend, but
disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw me
internally. Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
opened his
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a black
distorted, and the black sphere disappeared
soon reappeared right in front of
Click—!
clicking sound, the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
the air and the castle
my eyes still locked on the
"Angelica, leave now."
what was going on, her body was sent
I had no choice.
here, I couldn't go all
the Demon King, I realized just how
the middle of
I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so
it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a
"Puchi!"
red trail of blood
and unsheathed my
Clang—!
dispersing the ashen gray
found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just
left shocked by
Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face
Crack. Crack. Crack.
was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head
Dungeon was about
simply far too much for
heard a
movements, they're not as
voice grew
was able to process his words,
BANG—!
ground, my vision
even have the time to
to the back of my throat, but I held it in
Tok. Tok.
crunchy and regular sound
at the Demon King in
"Khhh..."
I placed my hand on my knee
of time, neither one of us
"Disappointing."
was inevitably broken by the Demon
his head, he
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