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 that they were simply just a bunch

was all a futile

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

"Yo—"

descended down towards the ground. In an instant, his figure was enveloped by

his body

he died, he caught sight of the box

the end, I will die without knowing the answer

Or so he thought.

know exactly what had happened, but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body floating

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

soon paused on a floating

this the reason I

box was no longer

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

he had long lost started to

"...W...why?"

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

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is

though no sound came out, he

couldn't understand. He couldn't understand his

does the world reject my

meaning

then that something

light the size of a small rock quickly 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 arched

"Ahhhhh!"

let out an agonized

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 regenerated and burned again. Not only that, he felt an inexplicable and

strong that for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other

"Ahhhhh!"

images and information

of this lasted for a split second, but to Jezebeth

"Haa...Haa..."

in space. His chest

body. He

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

"The akashic records..."

muttered in a soft

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

The Akashic records.

entity that overlooked

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

realizing a lot

'...Who am I?'

was how the third question came

found hope. A way for

about his very

than through breaking the

was from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon

*

his eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two

that he had not seen

into them from where he was

'It's been a while...

thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when

But he was wrong.

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

other than the figure standing

Or so he thought.

had finally noticed

"You're not him."

echoed throughout

a little. His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

him started to

may look like him, but

his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option,

feel more

look that was similar to

It was gone.

person from his memories. He

started to

***

the Demon King's gaze directed my way, I

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with

it didn't really feel like

looks like you've still not completely awoken

King mumbled to

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

may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he

the future version of

are you looking

I slowly asked.

was a pocket dimension inside

in front of me was just a clone.

I looking

King raised his

was looking for an old

Even then, there was

internally. Outwardly, I

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm to face

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front

air distorted, and the black sphere disappeared

soon reappeared right

Click—!

low clicking sound, the sphere split into two, crashing behind

Booom—! Booom—!

air and the castle started

eyes still locked on the Demon King, I waved

"Angelica, leave now."

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

I had no choice.

I

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

get distracted in the middle

happened so fast. Without even

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

"Puchi!"

red trail of

my eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed

Clang—!

throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

I found the Demon King

left shocked

show it as my

Crack. Crack. Crack.

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

was about to

Demon King's was simply far

suddenly heard

they're not

grew even

time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back,

BANG—!

the ground, my vision

even have the time to

taste clung to the back of my throat,

Tok. Tok.

regular sound of footsteps

head, I stared at

"Khhh..."

groan, I placed my hand on my

brief moment of time, neither one of us

"Disappointing."

the silence was inevitably broken by

head, he

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