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.

that had been hunting his race down know

all a futile attempt

for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own

"Yo—"

bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb, and his consciousness

felt his

sight of the box on

end, I will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

his eyes soon paused on a floating

the reason I

box was no

point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of his

he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

wondered 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 of

though no sound came out, he continued to question his

He couldn't

the world reject my

meaning

then that

the size 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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of

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

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information started to insert

second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

chest

his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

he did, he slowly began to open

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy,

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called

the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

however, he had finally found hope. A way for him

about his

breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his

*

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

had not seen in a long

he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's lips

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A time

But he was wrong.

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

the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

look like him, but the look in your

little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren

eyes. They feel more

that was similar to

It was gone.

opposite him was not the person from his

started to grow

***

King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with just

me, it didn't really feel like

looks like you've still not completely awoken

King

been for my now enhanced senses, I

but I perfectly understood what he was

the future version

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

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

in front of me was just

am I looking

King raised his head. He

old friend,

voice sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was

least internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

the black

reappeared right in

Click—!

the sphere split into two, crashing behind

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started to

eyes still locked on the Demon King,

"Angelica, leave now."

the chance to realize what was going on,

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go all

exchange I had with the Demon King,

in the middle of

all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt

flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small black

"Puchi!"

of blood followed

body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

air dispersing

the Demon King holding

left shocked

didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't need to raise

was about

King's was simply far too much for the

heard a faint whisper in my right

they're not as polished as

grew even more

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

BANG—!

the ground, my

even have

the back of my throat, but I held it in by

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound

head, I stared at

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and supported my body

a brief moment of time, neither one of

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the Demon

head, he

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