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.
to let the people that had been hunting his race
it was all a
of our people. Like
"Yo—"
orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by the orb,
felt his body
sight of the
I will die without knowing the
Or so he thought.
he had died, his eyes sprung
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside
this the reason
to before, the box was
point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear
had long lost started
"...W...why?"
out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he
But Jezebeth didn't care.
happening to me? What is the purpose
came out, he continued to question
He couldn't understand
world reject my
meaning of
was then
rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to
"Ahhhhh!"
out an agonized
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
completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his head with both
"Ahhhhh!"
different images and information started to
this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it
"Haa...Haa..."
over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and
body. He couldn't quite explain
Once he did, he slowly
"The akashic records..."
in a
was hazy, but in that information,
The Akashic records.
that overlooked
something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and
the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new
'...Who am I?'
third question came to
way for him to get the answers he so desperately
his very
other than through breaking the limit and reaching the
from that point on that Jezebeth became
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes.
he had not
where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's
'It's been a while...
was a time when he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that
But he was wrong.
in fact 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.
forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout the
head tilted a little. His demeanor
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started
may look like him, but the look in your
little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,
eyes. They feel more alive. You're
that was similar
It was gone.
from his memories. He
started to
***
gaze directed my way, I didn't
His pressure was enormous.
to make anyone cower with
didn't really
still not
Demon King mumbled
for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to
may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what
was the future version of
are you
I slowly asked.
dungeon was a pocket dimension
me was just a
I
his head. He eventually shook
was looking for an old friend,
was something about his sentence that
Outwardly, I
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
his hand and opened
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging
the black sphere disappeared from
soon reappeared right in front of
Click—!
the sphere
Booom—! Booom—!
filled the air and the castle
eyes still locked on the Demon King,
"Angelica, leave now."
she even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying
I had no choice.
here, I couldn't
exchange I had with the Demon King, I
get distracted in the middle of
me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me
the air and the castle I was previously in became a small
"Puchi!"
of blood followed my
I twisted my body and unsheathed
Clang—!
dispersing the ashen gray clouds in the
the Demon King holding onto my sword
left
Outwardly, I didn't show it as
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I didn't need to raise my
was about to
energy combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much for
was then that I suddenly heard a
not as
voice grew even
words, something pressed
BANG—!
the ground,
have the time
the back of my throat, but I
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound
head, I stared at the Demon
"Khhh..."
placed my hand on my knee and supported
of time, neither one
"Disappointing."
the silence was inevitably
his head,
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