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 simply just a

was all a futile

the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are

"Yo—"

ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped

felt his

caught sight

will die without knowing the answer to

Or so he thought.

didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside

the reason

before, the box

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

long lost started

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the purpose of

came out, he continued to question

He couldn't understand

world reject my

meaning of

then that something

enough time to react and make out

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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

of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information started to

this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like

"Haa...Haa..."

space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain

strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite

Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his figure began to

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the entire

just hit him was called a planetary seed, and

information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged

'...Who am I?'

how the third question

way for him to get the answers he

about his

it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

was from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of

he had not seen

he gazed into them from where he was standing,

'It's been a while...

thought that no one would ever understand him. A time

But he was wrong.

the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone

none other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

He had

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

may look like him, but the look in

little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from

feel more alive. You're

look that was

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he wasn't

started to

***

gaze directed

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

me, it didn't really feel like anything

still not

Demon King mumbled

been for my now enhanced

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

future

are you looking

I slowly asked.

the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to

figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same

I looking

raised his head. He

an old friend, but

Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw

Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,

and the black sphere disappeared from its

right

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

air and

eyes still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying in

I had no choice.

her here, I

exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable

in the middle of a

face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to

in the air and the

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed my

my body and unsheathed

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray

King holding onto my sword with

was left shocked

though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to

Dungeon was

Demon King's was simply

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper

they're not as

grew even more

words, something pressed against my back, and my

BANG—!

the ground, my

have

taste clung to the back of

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps

stared at

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee

brief moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably

his head,

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