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.
the last moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been
a
sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for
"Yo—"
towards the ground. In an instant, his figure
his body
died, he caught sight of the box
the end, I will die without knowing
Or so he thought.
just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating
this the
before, the box
point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the
that he had long lost started
"...W...why?"
loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of
But Jezebeth didn't care.
me? What
no sound came out, he continued to question his very own
couldn't understand. He couldn't understand
the world
is the meaning
was then that something
rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out
"Ahhhhh!"
out
a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his
a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas
"Ahhhhh!"
and information started to
split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an
"Haa...Haa..."
His chest heaved up
strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain
he did, he slowly began to
"The akashic records..."
muttered in
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was
The Akashic records.
that overlooked the entire
not 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, another question emerged in Jezebeth's
'...Who am I?'
how the third question came to
he had finally found hope. A way for him to get
his very own
was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the
point on that Jezebeth became the
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a
he had not
from where he was standing,
'It's been a while...
once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in the
But he was wrong.
lost look in his eyes as
was none other than the figure standing opposite
Or so he thought.
to crease. He had finally noticed
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started
may look like him, but the look
a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his
They feel more alive.
lost look that was similar to
It was gone.
opposite him was not the person from his
started to
***
Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with just a
to me, it didn't
looks like you've still not completely
Demon King
voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable
may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was referring
future version of
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how
could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually
am I looking
his
was looking for an old friend, but
voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was
least internally. Outwardly, I kept
"...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—
sprung out from the Demon
the black
soon reappeared right in front
Click—!
the sphere split into two, crashing
Booom—! Booom—!
the air and the castle
the Demon King, I waved
"Angelica, leave now."
was going on, her
I had no choice.
her here, I couldn't go all
had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent he
get distracted in the middle
of me. It all happened so
myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became
"Puchi!"
of blood followed my
twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and
Clang—!
ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the
Demon King holding onto my sword with
left shocked
I didn't show it as
Crack. Crack. Crack.
followed after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't
Dungeon was about
with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the
heard a faint whisper in
movements, they're not as
voice grew even
to process his words, something pressed against my back,
BANG—!
ground, my vision turned
have the time
iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it in
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound of footsteps
my head, I stared at the Demon King in the
"Khhh..."
I placed my hand
moment of time, neither
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by
head,
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