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.

last moments of his life, he 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 his

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

"Yo—"

orb descended down towards the ground.

his

caught sight of the box

end, I will die without

Or so he thought.

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

gazing around him, his eyes soon paused

the reason I

the box was no

was pretty much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down

that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

wondered out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose

sound came out, he continued to question his

He

the world

is the meaning of my

then that

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 happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned into bits before being regenerated and burned

time he completely forgot about the other areas that

"Ahhhhh!"

again screamed as different images and information started to

this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth

"Haa...Haa..."

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

He couldn't quite

Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes,

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

was 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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the entire

light that had just hit him was called

a lot of new

'...Who am I?'

third question

found hope. A way for him to get the answers

his very

breaking the limit and reaching the Akashic

Jezebeth became the Demon King,

*

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

not seen in

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

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King

the figure standing

Or so he thought.

to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

like him, but the look in your

and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually

feel more

look that

It was gone.

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

started to

***

gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just a

to me, it didn't really feel

like you've still not completely

Demon King

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced

but I perfectly understood what he

was the future version of

exactly are

I slowly asked.

was the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of

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

am I

his head.

was looking for an old friend, but

sounded rather disappointed. Even then, there was something about

internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

Demon King's body, merging

the black

reappeared right

Click—!

the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the

eyes still locked on the Demon

"Angelica, leave now."

was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

here, I couldn't go

just that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable

the

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

I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in

"Puchi!"

red trail of

unsheathed my sword, and swung it

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen gray clouds

King holding

left

though. Outwardly, I didn't show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I didn't need to raise my head

Dungeon was about

energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for the dungeon

that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right

they're not as polished

grew even

I was able to process his words, something

BANG—!

ground, my vision

didn't even have the time to

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

Tok. Tok.

crunchy and regular sound of

I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

placed my hand on my knee and supported my

brief moment of time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by the Demon

head,

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