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 hunting his race down know that they were simply

it was all a futile attempt

for doing this for the sake of our people.

"Yo—"

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

felt his

caught sight of the box on his

will die without knowing the answer to my

Or so he thought.

he thought he had

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

and gazing around him, his eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap

this the reason

to before, the box was

grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side of his

that he had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was in

But Jezebeth didn't care.

to me? What is the purpose of my

he continued to question his very

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand

world reject my

meaning

was then that

could have enough time to react

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

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

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 his head with both

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and

split second, but to Jezebeth it

"Haa...Haa..."

Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what

he did, he slowly began

"The akashic records..."

in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked

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

and realizing a lot of new things,

'...Who am I?'

the third question came

finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers

his

it was none other than through breaking the

Jezebeth became

*

two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of

had not seen in a long

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

'It's been a while...

he once thought that no one would ever understand

But he was wrong.

there that had the same lost look

was none other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

He had finally noticed something. Opening his

"You're not him."

echoed

a little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him started to

but the look in your

again

feel more alive.

lost look that was similar to

It was gone.

not the person from his memories. He

started to

***

Demon King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just a

me, it didn't really feel like anything

looks like you've still not completely

King

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

was the future version of

are you looking

I slowly asked.

dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how

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

I looking

raised his

for an old friend, but

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

internally. Outwardly, I kept an impassive

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

raised his hand and opened his

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

room suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body,

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

the sphere split

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and

on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her body

I had no choice.

I

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

get distracted in the middle of a

a familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast.

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

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed

and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward

Clang—!

dispersing the ashen

Demon King holding onto my sword

was left shocked

show it as my face refused

Crack. Crack. Crack.

after that was the sound of something cracking. I

Dungeon was about

Demon King's was simply far too

was then that I suddenly heard

not as

voice grew

process his words, something pressed against my back, and my vision

BANG—!

against the ground,

have the time

of my throat, but I held it

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

head, I stared at the Demon King in the

"Khhh..."

I placed my hand on my

of time,

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by the Demon

his head,

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