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.
people that had been hunting his race
a
me for doing this for the sake of our people. Like you've said, we are merely doing this for our own
"Yo—"
a bright orb descended down towards the ground. In an instant,
felt his
caught sight of
without knowing the
Or so he thought.
but just when he thought he had died, his eyes sprung open and he found his body
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap
the reason I
box was no longer
onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down the side
had long
"...W...why?"
Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was in
But Jezebeth didn't care.
What is the purpose
came out, he continued to question his very
understand. He couldn't understand his
the world
meaning
was then
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,
"Ahhhhh!"
out an agonized
dizzy. It made him reel. The pain was
completely forgot about the other areas that were hurting as he clutched his head with both
"Ahhhhh!"
different images and information started to
second, but
"Haa...Haa..."
over, Jezebeth's body floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but the pain was
He couldn't
for him to calm down. Once he did, he slowly began to open his eyes, and his figure
"The akashic records..."
muttered in a soft
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he
The Akashic records.
overlooked the entire
that had just hit him was called a planetary seed, and
his mind and realizing a lot
'...Who am I?'
the third question
hope. A way
about his very
other than through breaking the limit and reaching the
was from that point on that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and
*
eyes again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar set
that he had not
them from where he was standing, the edges of
'It's been a while...
he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he was alone
But he was wrong.
there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon
none other than the figure standing opposite of
Or so he thought.
to crease. He had finally noticed
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
tilted a little. His demeanor remained impassive and
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
around him started to
but the
his eyes a little. He once again carefully
They feel more alive. You're
that
It was gone.
person from his memories. He may look the
started to
***
King's gaze directed
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with
to me, it didn't really feel like anything
looks like you've still not
Demon King mumbled
had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've
words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what
the future
exactly are you
I slowly asked.
the sudden reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of the demon realm, I understood how he
me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time,
I looking
his head. He
for an old friend, but he
there was something about his sentence that
I kept an impassive
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
raised his hand and opened his palm to
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
room suddenly started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of his palm, creating
black sphere disappeared from its
right
Click—!
low clicking sound, the sphere split
Booom—! Booom—!
filled the air and the castle
on the Demon
"Angelica, leave now."
to realize what was
I had no choice.
here, I couldn't go all
single exchange I had with the Demon King, I
distracted in the middle of
appeared in front of me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I felt something press
air and the castle I was
"Puchi!"
trail of blood followed
eyes, I twisted my body and unsheathed my sword,
Clang—!
dispersing the
again, I found the Demon King holding
left shocked by
internally though. Outwardly, I didn't show it
Crack. Crack. Crack.
that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my head to
Dungeon was about to
combined with the Demon King's was simply far too much
that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in
not as polished as
voice grew even
the time I was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and
BANG—!
ground, my vision turned
have the
to the back of my
Tok. Tok.
and regular sound of footsteps
my head, I stared at the Demon King in
"Khhh..."
placed my hand on my knee and supported my body
time, neither one of us
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by
his head, he
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