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.

he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a

it was all a futile attempt from

sake of our people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

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

felt his body

died, he caught sight

I will die without

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap

the reason I

to before, the box was no

at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly,

that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of

But Jezebeth didn't care.

me? What is the

sound came out, he continued to

He couldn't

does the world

meaning

then that something

Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body arched

"Ahhhhh!"

out an agonized

with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The

in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information started to insert into his

of this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain

body. He couldn't quite explain

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

"The akashic records..."

in

mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

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

mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question

'...Who am I?'

was how the third

finally found hope. A way

about his very

it was none other than through breaking the

from that point on that Jezebeth became

*

what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were

not seen in

he gazed into them from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's lips

'It's been a while...

thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he

But he was wrong.

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

than the figure

Or so he thought.

Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed

"You're not him."

echoed throughout

tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him

look like him, but the look in

squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully

eyes. They feel more

that was similar to

It was gone.

person standing opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but

to

***

the Demon King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just

me, it didn't really feel like

still

King

was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been

I

future version

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

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

the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was

I

his

an old friend,

there was something about his

I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

and the black

right in front of

Click—!

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

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and

my eyes still locked on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

realize what was going on, her body was sent

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go

single exchange I had with the Demon King, I

the middle

of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen

in the air

"Puchi!"

of blood

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

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen

Demon King holding onto my sword with just his bare

left shocked by

didn't show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

Dungeon was about

simply far too much for the dungeon

heard a faint whisper in my right

not as

voice grew even more

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

BANG—!

against the ground, my vision turned

have

the back of my throat, but I

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of

my head, I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

my hand on

moment of time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken

his head,

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