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 that they were simply just

all a

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

"Yo—"

say anything else, a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In

felt his body

died, he caught sight of the

end, I will die without knowing the answer to my two

Or so he thought.

had died, his eyes sprung open and he found

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

around him, his eyes soon paused on a

this the

the box was no longer the

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

emotions that he had long lost started to once

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is

sound came out, he continued to question his very own

understand. He

does the world

the meaning

was then that something

his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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 an inexplicable and sharp pain in his

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 clutched

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information

for a split second, but

"Haa...Haa..."

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

He couldn't quite explain

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

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact

inside his mind and realizing a

'...Who am I?'

third question

A way for him to get the answers he so

his very own

it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching

from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King,

*

were two deep

had not seen in a long

from where he was

'It's been a while...

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

But he was wrong.

someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

had finally

"You're not him."

echoed throughout

demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

may look like him, but

squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully

eyes. They feel more

that was similar to

It was gone.

was not the person from his

to grow

***

gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with just a

me, it didn't really feel

like you've still

King mumbled to

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

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

the future

exactly are you looking

I slowly asked.

dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm,

I could tell that the figure in front of me was just

am I looking

Demon King raised his head. He

for an old

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

I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

his hand and opened his palm to face my

"...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

the black

reappeared right in front

Click—!

clicking sound, the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started to

on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

was going

I had no choice.

I couldn't go all

had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of

in the middle of a

so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press against my abdomen and my

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

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed

my body and unsheathed my

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

I found the Demon King

left shocked

show it as

Crack. Crack. Crack.

was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to

was about

Demon King's was simply far

that I suddenly heard a

movements, they're not as polished as

grew

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

BANG—!

ground, my

even have the time to

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

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

I stared at

"Khhh..."

low groan, I placed my hand on my

brief moment of time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken

his head,

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