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.

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

all a futile attempt from

blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

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

felt his

died, he caught sight of the box

will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

just when he thought he had

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on a

the reason

to before, the box was

point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side

long lost started

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose of my

sound came out, he

couldn't understand. He couldn't

world reject

the meaning

was then that something

quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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

strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started to insert

split second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and

enveloped his body. He couldn't

took a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his

"The akashic records..."

in a

was hazy, but in

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

also 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

the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came to

however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the

his very

breaking the

that Jezebeth became the

*

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

he had not seen in

them from where he was standing, the edges of

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

the same lost look

none other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started

him, but the look in your

little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

more alive. You're

that was similar to

It was gone.

from his memories. He may look

to grow

***

gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

cower with just

it didn't

still not completely

King

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was

future version of

exactly are

I slowly asked.

pocket dimension inside of the demon realm,

me was just a clone. He

am I looking

Demon King raised his

looking for an old friend, but he

Even then, there was something about his sentence that

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the

the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go

that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an

in the middle of a

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 view

it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed

unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

the air dispersing

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

left shocked

didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

after that was the sound of something cracking. I

Dungeon was

combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the

then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right

not as

voice grew

words, something pressed against my back, and

BANG—!

against the ground, my

even have the

familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but

Tok. Tok.

sound of

stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

placed my hand on my

brief moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the

head, he

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