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.

let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply

it was all a futile attempt from

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

"Yo—"

anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground.

felt his

died, he caught sight

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

Or so he thought.

know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused on a

the

before, the box was no longer the

this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto

he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

sound came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is

though no sound came out, he continued to

He couldn't understand his

world

is the meaning of

then

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned again. Not only that,

moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information started to

split second, but

"Haa...Haa..."

Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite

he did, he slowly began to open his

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a

hazy, but in that information,

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the

that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a small fragment of the

his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in

'...Who am I?'

the third question

he had finally found hope. A way for him to get

his

none other than through breaking the

that point on that Jezebeth

*

sight were two deep blue

had not seen

them from where he was standing, the edges of

'It's been a while...

would ever understand him. A time when he thought that

But he was wrong.

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

was none other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

echoed

demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started

may look like him, but the look in your

little. He once again

feel more alive. You're

lost look that was similar

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he

started to

***

the Demon King's gaze directed my way, I didn't

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

me, it didn't really feel like anything

looks like you've still not completely

Demon King mumbled to

been for my now enhanced

I

was the future

are you looking

I slowly asked.

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

just a clone. He was here, yet

I looking

his head. He eventually shook

looking for an old

then, there was something

I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

right in front

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started to

eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

what was going on, her body

I had no choice.

I couldn't

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

distracted in the

a second after I sent Angelica away, a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my

knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously

"Puchi!"

red trail of

unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding

left shocked by

I didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

sound of something cracking. I

Dungeon was

with the Demon King's was simply

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right

they're not as polished

grew even more

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

BANG—!

ground,

even have

clung to the back of my throat, but I held

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of footsteps

at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and

of time, neither

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the

head, he

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