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.
last moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down
was all a futile attempt from
blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own
"Yo—"
a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by
his
he caught sight of the
I will die without knowing the answer to my
Or so he thought.
he had
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside
this the reason I
to before, the box was no
this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the
emotions that he had long lost started to
"...W...why?"
out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth
But Jezebeth didn't care.
this happening to me? What is the purpose of
sound came out, he continued to question his very
understand. He couldn't understand
the world reject my
meaning of
then that something
enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body
"Ahhhhh!"
let out an agonized
in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body
in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched
"Ahhhhh!"
as different images and information
a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt
"Haa...Haa..."
everything was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest
body. He couldn't quite explain
he did, he slowly began to open his
"The akashic records..."
in
information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy,
The Akashic records.
entity that overlooked the entire
not only that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a
mind and realizing a lot
'...Who am I?'
was how the third
hope. A way for him to get the answers he so
about his very
breaking the
on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue
had not seen
gazed into them from where he
'It's been a while...
thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought
But he was wrong.
lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see himself
was none other than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
He had finally noticed
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout
tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
him started
may look like him, but the look in your
and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking
feel more alive. You're
look that was
It was gone.
his memories. He may look the
to
***
the Demon King's gaze directed my
His pressure was enormous.
anyone cower with
didn't really feel like
like you've still not
Demon King mumbled to
extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear
but I perfectly understood what he was
future version of
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon
in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually
am I looking
King raised his head. He eventually shook
an old friend,
then, there was something about his sentence that
Outwardly, I kept
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
raised his hand and opened
"...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
black
right in
Click—!
the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
filled the air and the castle started to
still locked on the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
even had the chance to realize what was
I had no choice.
her here, I couldn't
King, I realized just how formidable of an
distracted in the
after I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast.
air and the
"Puchi!"
of
my eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed
Clang—!
dispersing the ashen gray clouds in
the Demon King holding onto my sword with just
left shocked by
I didn't show it as my face
Crack. Crack. Crack.
the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise
Dungeon was
with the Demon King's was simply
was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper
they're not as polished as
grew even more
process his words, something
BANG—!
ground, my
didn't even have the time to
back of
Tok. Tok.
regular sound of footsteps echoed
stared at the Demon King in the
"Khhh..."
low groan, I placed my hand on my knee and supported
a brief moment of time, neither one of us
"Disappointing."
the silence was inevitably broken by the
his head, he
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