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.
that had been hunting his race down know that they
all a futile attempt from his
for the sake of our people. Like you've
"Yo—"
else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his
felt his
died, he caught sight of
the end, I will die without knowing
Or so he thought.
thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
and gazing around him, his eyes soon
this the
box
much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,
emotions that he had long lost started
"...W...why?"
out of his mouth
But Jezebeth didn't care.
this happening to me? What is the purpose
though no sound came out, he continued to
understand. He
does the world
is the meaning of my
was then that something
his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body arched
"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
pain in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that
"Ahhhhh!"
and
for a split second, but to Jezebeth it
"Haa...Haa..."
in space. His chest heaved up and
enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain
while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open
"The akashic records..."
in a soft
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the
The Akashic records.
that overlooked the entire
light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in
and realizing a lot of new things, another question
'...Who am I?'
third question came
last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him
about his very
none other than through breaking the limit
from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his
*
Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes.
that he had not seen
he was standing, the edges
'It's been a while...
would ever understand
But he was wrong.
out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see
other than the
Or so he thought.
King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he eventually
"You're not him."
echoed
His demeanor remained
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him started to
him, but the look in your
He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his
feel more alive.
that was similar to
It was gone.
person from his memories.
to grow
***
King's gaze directed my way, I didn't
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower with just
to me, it didn't really feel like anything
you've still not
Demon King
extremely soft and had it not been for
sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what
was the future
are you
I slowly asked.
pocket dimension inside
of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same
I looking
Demon King raised his head.
an old friend, but
there was something about his sentence that threw me
Outwardly, I
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
his hand and opened his palm
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,
the black sphere disappeared
right
Click—!
a low clicking sound, the sphere split
Booom—! Booom—!
and the castle started
the Demon
"Angelica, leave now."
realize what was going on, her body was sent flying
I had no choice.
her here, I
the Demon King, I realized
in the middle of
I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me
it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a
"Puchi!"
of
eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and
Clang—!
dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the
found the Demon King holding onto
was left shocked
I didn't show it as my face refused
Crack. Crack. Crack.
cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what was
was
combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the dungeon to
was then that I suddenly heard a
they're not as polished as
grew even
words,
BANG—!
ground,
even have
taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held
Tok. Tok.
crunchy and regular sound
head, I stared at the Demon King
"Khhh..."
hand on
brief moment of time,
"Disappointing."
inevitably broken by the Demon
head, he
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