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.

moments of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were

all a futile attempt

of our people. Like you've said, we

"Yo—"

towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb, and his

felt his

he died, he caught sight of the box

will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

just when he thought he had died, his eyes

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

eyes soon paused on a floating

this the

the box was

onto the box, unknowingly,

emotions that he had long lost

"...W...why?"

out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is

though no sound came out, he

understand. He

world

meaning of my

then that something

of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body,

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

body 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 reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned again. Not only that, he felt

pain in his head was so strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information started to insert

second, but

"Haa...Haa..."

was over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but

enveloped his body. He

did, he slowly

"The akashic records..."

in a

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 a higher

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary

information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he

about his very

than through breaking the limit and

on that Jezebeth became the

*

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

had not seen

he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's

'It's been a while...

understand him. A time when he

But he was wrong.

the same lost look

none other than the figure

Or so he thought.

started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

a little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

but the

squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from

They feel more alive. You're not

look that

It was gone.

person from his memories. He may

to grow

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower

to me, it didn't really feel

like you've still not completely awoken

Demon King

had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I

words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what

was the future version of

are you

I slowly asked.

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

me was just

I looking

Demon King raised his head. He

an old friend,

disappointed. Even then, there was something about his sentence that

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

the black

reappeared right in

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the

locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

she 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

King, I realized just how formidable

in the middle of

familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving

myself being flung in the air and the

"Puchi!"

trail of

I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,

Clang—!

powerful ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding

was left shocked

didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

sound of something cracking. I didn't need to

was about to

simply

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in

they're not as polished as

grew

to process his words, something pressed

BANG—!

the ground, my

even have the time

familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps echoed

I stared at the Demon King in

"Khhh..."

low groan, I placed my hand on my

time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken

head,

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