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.
the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a
it was all a futile attempt from
doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for
"Yo—"
towards the ground. In
felt his
sight of the box on
without knowing the answer
Or so he thought.
but just when he thought he had died, his
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
his eyes soon paused on
the reason I
before, the box
grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down
he had long lost started to once
"...W...why?"
out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was
But Jezebeth didn't care.
this happening to me? What is the purpose
couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his
does the world
the meaning
then that
small ball 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
"Ahhhhh!"
out
a blinding whiteness. It made 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
strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his head
"Ahhhhh!"
once again screamed as different images and
lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like
"Haa...Haa..."
space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain
body. He couldn't quite explain
he slowly began to open
"The akashic records..."
in
was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence of a higher
The Akashic records.
that overlooked
not only that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just
and realizing a lot of
'...Who am I?'
how the third question
however, he had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he
about his
was none other than through breaking the limit
on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and
*
met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set of
that he had not
where he
'It's been a while...
thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone in
But he was wrong.
had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King
than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his
"You're not him."
voice echoed throughout the
head tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and hard to
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
area around him started
like him, but the
squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking
more alive. You're not
look that was similar
It was gone.
was not the person from his memories. He may look the same, but he wasn't
to
***
directed my way, I didn't
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower
me, it didn't really feel
like you've still not
Demon King
for my
sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood
was the future
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I
of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually
am I looking
Demon King raised his head. He eventually
looking for an old friend, but he
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."
and opened his
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
out from the Demon King's body,
and the black sphere
soon reappeared right in front of
Click—!
clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing behind
Booom—! Booom—!
and the
eyes still locked on the Demon King, I
"Angelica, leave now."
the chance to realize what was going on, her body
I had no choice.
I couldn't go all
had with the Demon King, I realized just how
the middle of a
a second 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
I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was
"Puchi!"
red trail of blood followed
twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and
Clang—!
air dispersing the
the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his bare
was left shocked by
internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I didn't need to raise my head to
was about
simply far too much for the
I suddenly heard a faint whisper
not
voice grew
the time I was able to process his words,
BANG—!
against the ground, my vision
didn't even have
of
Tok. Tok.
sound of footsteps
I stared at the Demon King in the
"Khhh..."
a low groan, I placed my hand on my
of time, neither one of
"Disappointing."
inevitably broken by the Demon
his head,
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