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

was all a futile attempt

people. Like you've

"Yo—"

descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped

his body

he died, he caught sight of the box on his

will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic

the reason I

the box was no

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

had long

"...W...why?"

out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What

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

He

the world reject my

is the meaning of my

was then

have enough time to react and make out what was happening,

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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

was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information

a split second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up

body. He couldn't quite explain what

to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes,

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

only that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him

mind and realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

third question came to

last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for

his

was none other than through breaking the limit

from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

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

had not seen

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

'It's been a while...

no one would ever understand him.

But he was wrong.

in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could

other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

echoed

His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

may look like him, but

a little. He once again

feel more

look that was

It was gone.

the person from his memories. He may look

to grow

***

gaze directed my way, I didn't feel

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

didn't really feel like

looks like you've still not

King

it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear

ambiguous, but I

future version

are

I slowly asked.

pocket dimension inside

of me was just a clone. He

I

his head. He eventually shook

for an old friend, but he isn't

Even then, there was

internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating a

the black sphere disappeared

right in

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the

on the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

realize what was going on,

I had no choice.

I couldn't

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

in the

Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance

being flung in the air

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

King holding onto my sword with just his bare

left

didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about

energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far

suddenly heard

they're not as polished as

grew

I was able to process his words, something pressed against my

BANG—!

ground, my vision

have the time to

back of

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps echoed

at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

low groan, I placed my hand on my knee and

a brief moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

inevitably

head,

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