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.

the people that had been hunting his race

it was all a futile attempt

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

"Yo—"

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

felt his body

sight of 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 his body floating

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic

this the reason

the box was no longer

much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the

had long lost

"...W...why?"

wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What is the purpose of my

though no sound came out, he continued to question

understand. He

world

is the meaning

was then

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

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

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information

this lasted for a split second,

"Haa...Haa..."

chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain

power enveloped his body. He

did, he slowly

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the

something else. The bright white light that had just

out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of

'...Who am I?'

how the third question

finally found hope. A way for him to get the

about his very own

through breaking

on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his curse

*

two deep blue eyes. They were

that he had not

from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

thought that no one would ever understand him. A

But he was wrong.

lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see himself

the figure

Or so he thought.

He had finally

"You're not him."

echoed

head tilted a little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him

may look like him, but

and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking

eyes. They feel more

lost look that was similar to

It was gone.

not the person from his

started to

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

cower

me, it didn't really feel

you've still not

King mumbled to

had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

was the future version of

are you looking

I slowly asked.

appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was

that the figure in front of me was just

am I

Demon King raised his head. He

looking for an old

there was something about

I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

the Demon King's

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from its

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started to

on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her

I had no choice.

here, I

King,

distracted in the

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

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

"Puchi!"

of blood followed

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

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

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

was left shocked by

show it as my

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't need to raise

was

energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far too

was then that I suddenly heard

movements, they're not as polished as

grew even

was able to process his words, something pressed against my

BANG—!

ground, my

didn't even have the time

of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

sound of footsteps

my head, I stared at the Demon King in

"Khhh..."

I placed my hand on

time, neither one

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably

his head,

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