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.

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

all a futile attempt from

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

"Yo—"

else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by

felt his

died, he caught sight

end, I will die without

Or so he thought.

exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body floating into

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on

the reason

box was no longer the

at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced

had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

no sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What is the purpose

though no sound came out, he continued to

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand

world reject

meaning

was then that something

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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

for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as

"Ahhhhh!"

again screamed as different images and information

split second,

"Haa...Haa..."

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

body. He

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the

white light that had just hit him was called

his mind and realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

third question

A way for him to get the answers he so

about his very

breaking the limit

that Jezebeth

*

sight were two deep

had not seen in

where he was standing,

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

was none other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

had

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started

him, but the look in your

eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually

eyes. They feel more alive. You're not

look that was similar

It was gone.

the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he

started to grow

***

King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower

to me, it didn't really

like you've still not

King mumbled

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've

but I perfectly understood what

was the future version of

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

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

figure in front of me was just a

I looking

raised his

for an old

disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that threw me

internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

air distorted, and the black sphere

right in front

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started

my eyes still locked on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

what was going on,

I had no choice.

her here, I

I had with the Demon King, I realized

get distracted in the middle of a

of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to

being flung in the air and the castle I was previously

"Puchi!"

of blood followed my

and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

was left

I didn't show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I didn't need to

was about to

King's was simply

suddenly heard a

they're not as

grew even more

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

BANG—!

the ground,

even have the time to

to the back of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

sound

stared at the Demon

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and supported my body

time, neither one

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by

head,

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