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.

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

was all a futile attempt from

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

"Yo—"

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

felt his

died, he caught sight of

will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating

the reason

before, the box

point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box,

that he had long

"...W...why?"

wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the purpose of my

he continued to

understand. He

does the world reject

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!"

let out an

his 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

he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his head with both

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started to insert

this lasted for a split second, but

"Haa...Haa..."

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

power enveloped his body. He couldn't

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

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked the entire

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

a lot of new things, another question emerged in

'...Who am I?'

the third question came to

he had finally found hope. A way for him

about his very

through breaking the limit and reaching the

from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

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

he had not seen

them from where he was standing, the edges

'It's been a while...

one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was

But he was wrong.

lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the

the figure

Or so he thought.

King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth,

"You're not him."

echoed

a little. His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

but the look

squinted his eyes a little. He once again

They feel more alive. You're not

lost look that was similar

It was gone.

from his memories. He may look the same,

to

***

King's gaze directed my

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with

me, it didn't

you've still not completely

King mumbled

been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to hear

I perfectly

was the future version of

exactly are you

I slowly asked.

appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension

just a clone. He was here,

I

his head.

for an old friend,

disappointed. Even then, there was something

I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

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

distorted, and the black sphere

reappeared right in front

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split into

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started

my eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go

Demon King, I realized just how formidable of an opponent

the middle of

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

the air and the castle

"Puchi!"

of blood followed my

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

Clang—!

air dispersing the

again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

was left shocked by

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

Dungeon was

the Demon King's was simply far too much for the dungeon to

heard a faint whisper

movements, they're not as polished

voice grew

I was able to process his words, something pressed against

BANG—!

the ground, my vision turned

didn't even have the

back of my throat, but I held it in by

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps

head, I stared at

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand on my knee and supported

a brief moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken

his head, he

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