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
a futile attempt from
blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely
"Yo—"
ground. In an instant,
his
sight of the box
end, I will die without knowing
Or so he thought.
didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died,
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic
this the
to before, the box was
much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear
long lost started to once again
"...W...why?"
came out of his
But Jezebeth didn't care.
to me? What is
came out, he continued
understand. He couldn't
the world
the meaning of
was then that something
light the size of a small rock quickly headed 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
"Ahhhhh!"
let out
his body like a raging 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 sharp
a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other
"Ahhhhh!"
screamed as different images and information
for a split second, but to
"Haa...Haa..."
was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain was
strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what
did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a
his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a
The Akashic records.
entity that overlooked
bright white light that had just hit him was
inside his mind and realizing a lot of new
'...Who am I?'
how the third question came
he had finally found hope. A way
his
was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic
on that Jezebeth
*
his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a
had not seen in a
from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's
'It's been a while...
that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in
But he was wrong.
had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could
other than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
demeanor remained impassive
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him started
may look like him, but the look
He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before
They feel more
that
It was gone.
person standing opposite him was not the person from his
started to grow
***
Demon King's gaze directed my way, I
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower with just
didn't really feel like
still
King
was extremely soft and had it not been for my
sound ambiguous, but I
future version of
exactly are
I slowly asked.
a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to show
of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time,
am I
raised his head. He
looking for an old friend,
Even then, there was something about
internally. Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
hand and opened his palm to face my
"...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
air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from
soon reappeared right in front
Click—!
sound, the sphere split
Booom—! Booom—!
filled the air and the castle started
my eyes still locked on the Demon King,
"Angelica, leave now."
she even had the chance to realize what was going on, her
I had no choice.
I
exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent
in the middle of
sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast.
knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously
"Puchi!"
red trail of blood
twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it
Clang—!
powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds
again, I found the Demon King holding
left shocked
Outwardly, I didn't show it
Crack. Crack. Crack.
after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need
Dungeon was about
combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the dungeon to
that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my
they're not as polished as
grew
was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision turned
have
iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound of footsteps echoed
at the Demon
"Khhh..."
hand on my knee
time, neither one of
"Disappointing."
was inevitably broken by the Demon
his head,
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