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.
of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know
all a futile attempt from his
me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this
"Yo—"
down towards the ground.
felt his
caught sight of the box
will die without knowing
Or so he thought.
but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a
this the
box was
this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,
emotions that he had long lost
"...W...why?"
out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was
But Jezebeth didn't care.
is this happening to me? What is the purpose
no sound came out, he continued to question his
He
the world reject
the meaning of
then
small ball of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was
"Ahhhhh!"
out an
like a raging fire. He cringed. It exploded in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was
completely forgot about the other areas that were
"Ahhhhh!"
once again screamed as different images and information started
lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an
"Haa...Haa..."
space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the
his body. He couldn't
took a while for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a soft
hazy, but in that information, he was able to
The Akashic records.
overlooked the
of something else. The bright white light that had just hit
a lot of
'...Who am I?'
how the third question came
way
about his very
other than through breaking the limit and reaching
point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his
*
again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of
not seen in
he
'It's been a while...
thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in
But he was wrong.
fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that
none other than the figure standing opposite
Or so he thought.
King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something.
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout
His demeanor remained impassive and
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him started
look like him, but the look in your
and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before
feel more alive. You're not
lost look that was
It was gone.
not the person from his memories. He
started to
***
directed my way, I didn't feel
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with just a
didn't really
still
King
and had it not been for
I perfectly understood what
was the future
are you looking
I slowly asked.
Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was
in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time,
I
raised his head.
an old
rather disappointed. Even then, there was something
Outwardly, I kept an impassive
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
hand and opened his palm to
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
torrential energy sprung out from the Demon
air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from
right
Click—!
sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
and the castle started to
my eyes still locked on the Demon King,
"Angelica, leave now."
even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying in the
I had no choice.
here, I couldn't go all
Demon King,
get distracted in the middle
all happened so
air and
"Puchi!"
red trail of blood
eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward
Clang—!
air dispersing the ashen gray clouds
found the Demon King holding onto
was left shocked
internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused to
Crack. Crack. Crack.
of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what was
Dungeon was
with the Demon King's was simply
that I suddenly heard a
movements, they're not
voice grew even more
was able to process his words, something pressed against my
BANG—!
against the ground, my
didn't even have the time
familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but
Tok. Tok.
crunchy and regular sound of
I stared at
"Khhh..."
hand on my
time, neither one
"Disappointing."
the silence was inevitably broken by
his head, he
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