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.

he wanted 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

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

"Yo—"

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

his

sight of the box

will die without knowing the answer to my

Or so he thought.

happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused

the

the box was no longer the

but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,

that he had long lost

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his mouth as he was in

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the purpose of

out, he continued to question his very own

couldn't understand. He couldn't

does the world reject

meaning of my

then that something

of 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 his body, and his body arched

"Ahhhhh!"

out an

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

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

"Ahhhhh!"

images and

second, but to

"Haa...Haa..."

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

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain

a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

his mind. Most of it was hazy,

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and

a lot of new things, another question emerged in

'...Who am I?'

the third question

had finally found hope. A way for him to get

his very own

through breaking the limit and

from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They

that he had not

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

'It's been a while...

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

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

him, but the look in your

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

eyes. They feel more alive.

look that

It was gone.

opposite him was not the person from his memories. He

started to grow

***

King's gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just

to me, it didn't really feel like

still not completely

King mumbled

for my now enhanced

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he

the future version

are

I slowly asked.

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

the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at

am I looking

King raised his head.

old friend,

voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was

Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

reappeared right

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle

still locked on the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

I couldn't

I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable

get distracted in the middle of

familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt

in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black

"Puchi!"

red trail of blood followed

unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the

King holding onto my sword with just his

was left

didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

followed after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head

was

combined with the Demon King's was simply

suddenly heard a faint whisper

not as polished

voice grew even more

able to process his words, something pressed

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision

didn't even have the time

the back of my throat, but I held it

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound

my head, I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

my hand on my

moment of time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by the

his head,

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