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.

that had been hunting his race down know that they were simply just a bunch

it was all a

this for the sake of our people.

"Yo—"

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

felt his

he died, he caught sight

will die without knowing the

Or so he thought.

didn't know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

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

this the reason

to before, the box was no

much scraps at this point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side

emotions that he had long lost started to once again

"...W...why?"

out of his

But Jezebeth didn't care.

me? What is the purpose of my

he continued to

understand. He couldn't understand

does the world reject

is the meaning of

was then

headed his way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening, the ball landed on his body, and his body

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an

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

pain 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

"Ahhhhh!"

and information started

a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt

"Haa...Haa..."

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

power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain what it

he

"The akashic records..."

in

lot of new information inside of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the

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

information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question emerged in Jezebeth's

'...Who am I?'

third question

way for him to get the answers he so desperately

his

it was none other than through breaking the limit and reaching

Jezebeth became the Demon King,

*

Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar

that he had not

he gazed into them from where he

'It's been a while...

ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone

But he was wrong.

that had the same lost look in

none other than the figure standing opposite

Or so he thought.

started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his mouth,

"You're not him."

voice echoed

demeanor

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started

may look like him, but the look

He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before

feel more alive. You're not

that

It was gone.

not the person from his

started to

***

Demon King's gaze directed my way,

His pressure was enormous.

to make anyone cower with just a

to me, it didn't really feel like anything

still not completely

King

extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced

sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was

the future

are

I slowly asked.

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

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

am I

King raised his head. He eventually

old friend, but he isn't

was something about

least internally. Outwardly, I kept an

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

Demon King's body,

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

reappeared right in front of

Click—!

sound, the sphere

Booom—! Booom—!

and the

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.

her here, I couldn't go

just that single exchange I had with the Demon King, I realized just how formidable of

in the middle of a

familiar face appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something

in the air and the castle I

"Puchi!"

of blood

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

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray

Demon King holding onto my

left

internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it

Crack. Crack. Crack.

something cracking. I

Dungeon was

was simply far too much

heard a faint

they're not as polished as

voice grew even

his words, something

BANG—!

ground, my

even have the time to

the back of my throat, but I held it in by

Tok. Tok.

and regular sound of

I stared at the Demon King

"Khhh..."

a low groan, I placed my hand on my knee and

time, neither

"Disappointing."

was inevitably broken by

his head, he

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