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 his race down know that they were simply just a bunch

all a futile attempt from his

for the sake of our people. Like

"Yo—"

a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an

his

he died, he caught sight

die without knowing the answer to

Or so he thought.

thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

eyes soon paused on a

this the

box was no longer the

but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

emotions that he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the purpose of

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

He

the world reject

is the meaning of my

was then that something

Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was

"Ahhhhh!"

out an agonized

It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The

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

"Ahhhhh!"

as different images and information started

this lasted for a split second,

"Haa...Haa..."

everything was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but

body. He couldn't quite explain what

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

"The akashic records..."

in a

of it was hazy, but in that information, he

The Akashic records.

overlooked the entire

white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the akashic

out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

the third question came

last time, however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he

his

it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and

*

were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of

he had not seen

he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A time when he thought

But he was wrong.

else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him.

than the

Or so he thought.

He had finally noticed something.

"You're not him."

voice echoed

tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him

like him, but

his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from

They feel more alive. You're not

lost look that was

It was gone.

from his memories. He may look the same, but he wasn't

started to

***

King's gaze directed my way, I didn't feel

His pressure was enormous.

cower

it didn't really feel

looks like you've still

King

and had it not been for my now enhanced senses,

I perfectly

the future version

exactly are

I slowly asked.

was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I

me was just a clone. He

I looking

Demon King raised his head. He eventually shook

was looking for an old friend, but he isn't

then, there was something about his sentence that threw me

Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

black

reappeared right in front

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split into

Booom—! Booom—!

air and

the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

to realize what was going on, her

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't go all

that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an

the middle of a

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

found myself being flung in the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed

twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

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

was left

show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about to

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

heard a faint whisper in my

not as polished

grew even

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

BANG—!

ground, my vision

didn't even have the

of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound

stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

placed my hand

a brief moment of time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably

his head, he

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