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.

of his life, he wanted to let the people that had been hunting his race down know

was all a futile attempt from his

our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own

"Yo—"

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

his body

he died, he caught sight of the

will die without knowing

Or so he thought.

but just when he thought he had

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon

the reason

box was no longer the

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

he had long lost

"...W...why?"

out of his mouth as he was in

But Jezebeth didn't care.

is this happening to me? What is the purpose of

came out, he continued to question his very

couldn't understand. He couldn't

the world reject my

is the meaning of my

was then that something

small ball of light the size of a small rock quickly headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and

"Ahhhhh!"

out

his body like a raging fire. He cringed. It 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 bits before being

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 his

"Ahhhhh!"

different images and information started to

a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt like an

"Haa...Haa..."

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

enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the existence

The Akashic records.

that overlooked

only that, but he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and it was in fact a

and realizing a lot of

'...Who am I?'

the third question came to

had finally found hope. A way for him to get the answers he so desperately

his

it was none other than through breaking the limit

from that point on that Jezebeth became the

*

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

that he had not seen

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

'It's been a while...

that no one would ever understand him.

But he was wrong.

same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King could see himself

than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

He had finally noticed

"You're not him."

voice echoed throughout the

His demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

around him started to

look like him, but the

squinted his eyes a little. He once again

feel more alive.

lost look that

It was gone.

person from his

to grow

***

directed my way, I didn't feel

His pressure was enormous.

cower with

it didn't

still not completely awoken

Demon King

for my

I

was the future

exactly are you looking

I slowly asked.

the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon

was just a clone. He was here, yet at

I

King raised his head. He eventually shook

for an old friend,

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

I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

and opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

energy sprung out from the Demon King's body,

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from its

soon reappeared right in

Click—!

a low clicking sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

filled the air and the castle started to

locked on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

she even had the chance to realize what was going on, her body

I had no choice.

here, I

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

distracted in the middle of

appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to

it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle I was previously in became a small

"Puchi!"

trail of blood followed my

I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my

Clang—!

air dispersing the ashen gray clouds

King holding onto my sword with

was left shocked

show it as my face

Crack. Crack. Crack.

I didn't

Dungeon was about to

simply far too much for the

was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper

not as polished

grew even more

to process his words, something

BANG—!

the ground,

even have

of

Tok. Tok.

sound

head, I stared at

"Khhh..."

placed my hand

moment of time, neither

"Disappointing."

inevitably broken by the

his head, he

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