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.

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

all a futile attempt from

blame me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said,

"Yo—"

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

his

he died, he caught sight of the box on

end, I will die without knowing the

Or so he thought.

didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused

the reason I

box was no longer the

this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What

sound came out, he continued

understand. He couldn't

the world reject

is the meaning of

was then

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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, he felt an inexplicable and sharp pain in

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

"Ahhhhh!"

screamed as different images and information started to

this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like

"Haa...Haa..."

His chest heaved

strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

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

"The akashic records..."

in

a lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of

The Akashic records.

overlooked

The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it

and realizing a lot of new things, another

'...Who am I?'

was how the third question came to

way for him to

his very own

than through breaking

that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his curse

*

were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set

that he had not seen in a long

he was standing, the edges of

'It's been a while...

when he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in the

But he was wrong.

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

other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

forehead started to crease. He had finally

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

a little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started

may look like him, but

once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his

eyes. They feel more

look that was

It was gone.

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

started to grow

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with

to me, it didn't really feel like

looks like you've still

Demon King mumbled to

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

words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was

was the future version

exactly are

I slowly asked.

a pocket

the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same

I looking

his head.

was looking for an old friend, but he

there was something about his sentence that threw

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared

reappeared right in front of

Click—!

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

Booom—! Booom—!

and the castle started to

still locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

was going on, her body was

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't go all

had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent

in the middle of

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 view

in the air and the castle I was previously

"Puchi!"

trail of

twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the

King holding onto my sword with

left shocked

I didn't show it as my face refused to

Crack. Crack. Crack.

something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to

was

was simply

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right

not

voice grew even

process his words,

BANG—!

against the ground,

didn't even have the

taste clung to the back of

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

at

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand

a brief moment of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by

his head, he

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