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.

people that had been hunting his race

all a futile attempt from

of our people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

down towards the ground. In

felt his body

caught sight of the box on

the end, I will die without

Or so he thought.

thought he had died,

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap

this the

the box was no longer

point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

that he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

me? What is the purpose

out, he continued to question

He

the world reject my

the meaning

was then that something

headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what

"Ahhhhh!"

out an

cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was

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

"Ahhhhh!"

as different images and information started

second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

space. His chest heaved up and

body. He couldn't quite explain what it

down. Once he did, he

"The akashic records..."

in a

of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in

and realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

how the third

way for him

his very own

was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching

from that point on that Jezebeth

*

two deep

not seen

gazed into them from where he was standing, the

'It's been a while...

no one would ever understand him. A

But he was wrong.

was in fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see himself

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

had finally noticed

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard to

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

like him, but the

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

feel more alive. You're

lost look that was

It was gone.

from his memories.

to grow

***

King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just

didn't really feel

still not completely awoken

Demon King

been for my now enhanced

ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was referring

future version of

are you

I slowly asked.

reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension

of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time,

am I looking

raised his head. He eventually shook

looking for an old

there was something about his sentence that threw

internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...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—

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

black sphere disappeared from

right

Click—!

sound, the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the

the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go

that single exchange I had with the Demon King,

distracted in the

so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react,

in the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

unsheathed my sword, and swung it

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

left shocked

didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

cracking. I didn't need to raise

Dungeon was about to

was simply far

heard a

they're not

voice grew even more

I was able to process his words, something pressed against

BANG—!

against the ground,

even have

clung to the back of my throat, but I held

Tok. Tok.

sound of footsteps echoed

at the Demon

"Khhh..."

placed my hand on my knee and supported my

of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by the

head,

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