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.

wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down

it was all a

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

"Yo—"

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

felt his

he died, he caught sight of the box

end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

thought he had died, his eyes sprung

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside

the reason

box

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

that he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the purpose of my

no sound came out, he continued to question his very

couldn't understand. He couldn't

does the world

is the meaning of my

was then

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 landed on his

"Ahhhhh!"

out

dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole

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

"Ahhhhh!"

again screamed as different images and information started to insert into

of this lasted for a split second,

"Haa...Haa..."

chest heaved

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what

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

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact

out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's

'...Who am I?'

the third question came to

finally found hope. A way for

about his very own

was none other than through breaking the limit

that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his

*

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

that he had not seen in a long

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

'It's been a while...

would ever understand him. A time when

But he was wrong.

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

than the figure

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

him, but the look

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

feel more

look that was similar

It was gone.

from his memories. He may

started to

***

gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

me, it didn't

like you've still not completely awoken

Demon King mumbled to

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

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly

the future

are you looking

I slowly asked.

appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension

was just

am I

his head. He

an old

rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about his

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

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 front of his palm, creating a

black sphere disappeared from

right in front of

Click—!

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

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the castle started

locked on the

"Angelica, leave now."

was going on, her body was sent flying in

I had no choice.

I

the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of

get distracted in the middle

I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without

air and the castle I was previously in became a small

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed my

eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung

Clang—!

powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding

was left shocked

though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to

was about to

combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for

suddenly heard a

not as

voice grew even

able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my

BANG—!

ground,

even have the

iron taste clung to the back of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps

my head, I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

hand

time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken

his head,

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