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.

wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just

it was all a futile attempt from his

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

"Yo—"

orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his

felt his body

he died, he caught sight of the box on

without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused on a

this the reason

the box was

grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a

that he had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

no sound came out of his mouth as he was

But Jezebeth didn't care.

What

out, he continued to question his

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

the world

is the meaning of my

then

have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body

"Ahhhhh!"

out

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

of time he completely

"Ahhhhh!"

once again screamed as different images and information started

second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

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

enveloped his body. He

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in

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

The Akashic records.

overlooked the

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

his mind and realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

how the third question came

A way for him to

his very own

other than through breaking the limit

Jezebeth became the Demon

*

again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set

that he had not seen in

into them from where he was standing, the

'It's been a while...

ever understand

But he was wrong.

same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon

other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout

tilted a little. His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

may look like him, but the look in

eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized

eyes. They feel more

lost look that was similar

It was gone.

his memories. He may look the same,

to

***

Demon King's gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

anyone cower with just a

me, it didn't really feel like anything

you've still not

Demon King mumbled to

and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I

I perfectly understood what he was referring

future version of

exactly are you looking

I slowly asked.

sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he was able to

of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually

am I looking

his head. He

for an old

there was something

least internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

out from the Demon King's

the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right in front of

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere split into

Booom—! Booom—!

air and

on the Demon King, I waved my

"Angelica, leave now."

the chance to realize what was going

I had no choice.

I

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

in the middle of

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

knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed

and unsheathed

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray

my eyes again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with

left shocked

show

Crack. Crack. Crack.

cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to realize what

was about

simply far too much for the

heard a faint whisper in my

they're not as polished

grew even

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

BANG—!

ground, my

even have the time to

familiar iron taste clung to the back of my

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of footsteps

I stared at

"Khhh..."

low groan, I placed my hand on my

a brief moment of time, neither one

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the

his head, he

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