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.

people that had been hunting his race down know that they

all a futile

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

"Yo—"

the ground. In an instant, his

his body

he caught sight of the

will die without

Or so he thought.

what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on

the reason I

before, the box was no longer

this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

had long lost started

"...W...why?"

came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose of my

though no sound came out, he continued to question his

couldn't understand. He

does the world

meaning of

was then that

small ball of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

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

of time he completely forgot about the

"Ahhhhh!"

and

split second, but

"Haa...Haa..."

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

strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't

he slowly began to open

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a

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

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary

mind and realizing a lot of

'...Who am I?'

third

found hope. A way for him to get the

about his very own

other than through breaking

on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

Jezebeth's sight were two

that he had not seen in

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

'It's been a while...

ever understand him.

But he was wrong.

in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look

than the

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout

His demeanor remained impassive and hard

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started

may look like him, but the look in your

once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

look that was

It was gone.

person standing opposite him was not the person from his

to grow

***

gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

cower with just a

me, it didn't really

like you've still not completely

King mumbled

for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to

but I

was the future

are you

I slowly asked.

reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside

was just a clone.

I

raised his

for an old friend,

there was something about his sentence that threw me

internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front

the black sphere disappeared from its

soon reappeared right in front

Click—!

the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the castle started to

locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

what was going on,

I had no choice.

here, I

that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent he

the middle

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

in the air and the castle I was previously in

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed my

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

Clang—!

powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

found the Demon King holding onto my sword with

was left shocked by

Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I didn't need to raise my head to

was about to

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

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in

not

grew even more

the time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision turned

even have the time to

to the back of my throat, but I held it

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps

head, I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

my hand on my knee and supported my body

of time,

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

head,

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