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 race down know that they were simply just a bunch of
all a futile attempt from his
me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are
"Yo—"
he could say anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his
his
died, he caught sight of the box on his
die without knowing the answer to
Or so he thought.
he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body floating
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on
the reason I
the box was
onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down
long
"...W...why?"
Unfortunately, no sound came out of his
But Jezebeth didn't care.
happening to me? What is
no sound came out, he
He couldn't understand
does the world reject
the meaning
then
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
"Ahhhhh!"
let out
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
was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely
"Ahhhhh!"
screamed as different images and information started to insert into
of this lasted for a split second,
"Haa...Haa..."
was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but
body. He couldn't quite
a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to
"The akashic records..."
in a soft
new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of
The Akashic records.
overlooked the
he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it
inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's
'...Who am I?'
third question came to
last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so
about his
breaking the limit and
on that Jezebeth became the Demon King,
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep
not seen in a long
he was standing, the edges
'It's been a while...
one would ever understand him. A
But he was wrong.
look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon
than the figure standing
Or so he thought.
to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his
"You're not him."
voice echoed
tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started to
look like him, but the look in
eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,
feel more alive. You're not
lost look that was similar to
It was gone.
not the person from his memories. He may look the same,
started to
***
gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower with just a
it didn't really feel like
still not completely
Demon King mumbled
not been for my
sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was referring
the future version of
exactly are you looking
I slowly asked.
the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside
the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the
I looking
King raised his head. He
an old friend, but he isn't
sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about
least internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive
"...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—
out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm,
black
right in front
Click—!
clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing behind
Booom—! Booom—!
filled the air and the castle started
eyes still locked on the Demon King, I
"Angelica, leave now."
she even had the chance to realize what was going on,
I had no choice.
I couldn't
single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized
get distracted in the
in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my
knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became
"Puchi!"
red trail of
my body and unsheathed
Clang—!
throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in
again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with
left shocked by
show it as my
Crack. Crack. Crack.
that was the sound of something cracking. I
was about
simply far too
heard a faint whisper in my right
movements, they're not as polished as
grew even
able to process his words, something pressed against my
BANG—!
ground,
have the time to
the back of my throat, but I held it
Tok. Tok.
regular sound of footsteps
head, I stared at
"Khhh..."
my hand
of time, neither one of
"Disappointing."
the silence was inevitably
his head,
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