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.

people that had been

a futile attempt

our people. Like you've

"Yo—"

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

felt his

he died, he caught sight of the

the end, I will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

thought he had died, his

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

him, his eyes soon paused on a

this the

the box was

Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side

he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is

sound came out, he continued to question his very

couldn't understand. He

does the world reject

the meaning of

was then

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!"

out an agonized

a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was reminiscent of having his whole body burned

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

"Ahhhhh!"

screamed as different images and information started

of this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth

"Haa...Haa..."

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

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

Once he did, he slowly began

"The akashic records..."

in a

of it was hazy, but in that information,

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

white light that had just hit him was called

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

'...Who am I?'

the third

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

his very

breaking the limit and reaching the

was from that point on that Jezebeth

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue

not seen in a

he gazed into them from where he was standing, the edges of

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

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

none other than the figure

Or so he thought.

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

"You're not him."

echoed throughout the

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him

look like him, but

He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from

feel more alive. You're

look that was similar to

It was gone.

standing opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may

started to

***

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

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just

it didn't really feel like

like you've still

King

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

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly

the future

exactly are you looking

I slowly asked.

dungeon was a pocket dimension inside

front of me was just a clone.

am I looking

raised his head. He eventually shook

old friend, but

disappointed. Even then, there was

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

hand and opened his palm to

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating

and the black sphere disappeared

reappeared right

Click—!

the sphere split into

Booom—! Booom—!

and

locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

her here, I couldn't go all

the Demon King, I

get distracted in the middle of a

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

in the air and the castle I was

"Puchi!"

of blood

I twisted my body and unsheathed

Clang—!

the air dispersing the

Demon King holding onto my sword with just

left

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

of something cracking. I didn't need to raise

Dungeon was about to

the Demon King's was simply far too much

heard a faint whisper in my

movements, they're not

voice grew even more

words, something pressed against my back, and

BANG—!

ground, my vision turned

have the time

iron taste clung to the back of

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of

I stared at the

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand on my knee and

time, neither one

"Disappointing."

inevitably

his head, he

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