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 down know that they were simply just a bunch of

it was all a futile attempt from

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

"Yo—"

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

his body

he died, he caught sight of the box on

the end, I will die without knowing the answer to my

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

"This..."

'I'm alive?'

eyes soon paused on a floating metallic scrap beside

the

box was no longer

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

emotions that he had long lost started

"...W...why?"

loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he

But Jezebeth didn't care.

happening to me? What is the

out, he continued to

He couldn't

world reject

is the meaning of my

then

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

"Ahhhhh!"

let out

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

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!"

again screamed as different images and information started to insert into his

a split second, but to Jezebeth it felt

"Haa...Haa..."

floated in space. His chest heaved up and down unevenly, but

strange power enveloped his body. He couldn't quite explain

he slowly began to open his eyes, and

"The akashic records..."

in a

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

The Akashic records.

that overlooked the entire

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

realizing a

'...Who am I?'

third

A way for him to get

about his very own

none other than through breaking the limit and

that Jezebeth became the Demon King, and his curse

*

met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were

he had not

he gazed into them from where he was

'It's been a while...

understand him. A time when he thought that

But he was wrong.

someone else out there that had the same lost look in

was none other than the figure standing opposite of

Or so he thought.

Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening

"You're not him."

echoed

head tilted a little. His demeanor remained

"...Not him?"

"Yes..."

The Demon King nodded.

area around him

may look like him, but

paused and squinted his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized Ren from his option, before eventually shaking his

eyes. They feel more

lost look that

It was gone.

opposite him was not the person from his memories. He may

to

***

gaze directed

His pressure was enormous.

make anyone cower with just a

didn't

still not completely

Demon King

voice was extremely soft and had it not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable

words may sound ambiguous, but I perfectly understood

was the future version

are you looking

I slowly asked.

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

could tell that the figure in front of me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the same time, actually

I

his head. He eventually shook

for an old friend, but

there was

internally. Outwardly, I kept

"...An old friend?"

I repeated slowly.

The Demon King nodded.

"You heard correctly."

opened his palm

"...A pity."

He once again mumbled.

Rumble— Rumble—

started to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon King's body, merging toward the front of

distorted, and the black sphere disappeared from

right in front

Click—!

the sphere split into two,

Booom—! Booom—!

the air and the castle started to

still locked on the Demon King, I

"Angelica, leave now."

chance to realize what was going on, her body was sent flying

I had no choice.

I

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

distracted in the

me. It all happened so fast. Without even giving me the chance to react, I

in the air and the castle I was previously

"Puchi!"

trail of blood

and unsheathed my

Clang—!

ring reverberated throughout the air dispersing the ashen gray clouds in

found the Demon King holding onto my sword with just his

left

I didn't show it as

Crack. Crack. Crack.

after that was the sound of something cracking. I didn't need to raise my

was about

was simply

that I suddenly heard a

not as polished

grew even more

I was able to process his words,

BANG—!

the ground, my vision

even have the time

to the back of my throat, but I

Tok. Tok.

sound

stared at the Demon King in

"Khhh..."

hand on my knee and

time,

"Disappointing."

silence was inevitably broken by the

his head,

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