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.

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

a futile attempt from

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

"Yo—"

orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant,

his

he died, he caught sight of the box

end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on

the reason I

to before, the box was no longer the

pretty much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a

that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his mouth as he was

But Jezebeth didn't care.

this happening to me? What is the purpose of my

no sound came out, he continued to question his very own

understand. He couldn't

the world reject

meaning of

was then

of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time

"Ahhhhh!"

out an agonized

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 pain in his

in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that

"Ahhhhh!"

screamed as different images and information started to

second,

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved up and down

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain

while for him to calm down. Once he did, he

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the

just hit

his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

the third question came

A way for him to get the answers

about his

none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the

was from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were

that he had not seen in

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

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

out there that had the same lost look in

the figure standing

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth, he eventually

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout

tilted a little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him

may look like him, but the look

again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking

feel more alive.

lost look that

It was gone.

his memories. He

to

***

Demon King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really feel

you've still not

King mumbled

for my

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

future version of

are you looking

I slowly asked.

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

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

I

his head. He eventually

for an old friend, but he isn't

was something about his sentence that

Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

right in

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started to

the

"Angelica, leave now."

even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't

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

distracted in the middle of

appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt

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

"Puchi!"

of

I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray

Demon King holding onto my sword with just

left

Outwardly, I didn't show it as

Crack. Crack. Crack.

sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what

Dungeon was about to

simply far too much for the dungeon to

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my

not as polished

grew even

his words, something pressed against my back, and

BANG—!

against the ground,

have the time

the back of my

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of

I stared at

"Khhh..."

I placed my hand on my knee and supported my body

brief moment of time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by

his head,

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