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
a futile
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
his body
he caught sight of the box
I will die without knowing the answer to
Or so he thought.
thought he had died, his
"This..."
'I'm alive?'
and gazing around him, his eyes soon
the
before, the box was no
point, but as Jezebeth grasped onto the box, unknowingly, a tear traced down
that he had long
"...W...why?"
out loud. Unfortunately, no sound came out of his mouth as he was
But Jezebeth didn't care.
is this happening to me? What is the purpose of my
came out, he
understand. He couldn't understand his
world reject my
meaning of my
was then that something
way. Before Jezebeth could have enough time to react and make out what was happening,
"Ahhhhh!"
let out
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,
for a short moment of time he completely forgot about the other areas that
"Ahhhhh!"
images and information started to insert
for 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, but
He couldn't quite
he slowly began to open his eyes, and his
"The akashic records..."
in
of his mind. Most of it was hazy, but in that information, he was able to learn of the
The Akashic records.
entity that overlooked the entire
he had also learned of something else. The bright white light that had just hit him was called a planetary
out the information inside his mind and realizing a lot of new things, another question
'...Who am I?'
how the third question
found hope. A way for him to get
his
breaking the limit and reaching the
that Jezebeth became the Demon King,
*
again, what met Jezebeth's sight were two deep blue eyes. They were a familiar
not seen
from where he was standing, the edges of Jebeth's lips
'It's been a while...
he once thought that no one would ever understand him. A time when he thought that he
But he was wrong.
fact someone else out there that had the same lost look in his eyes as him. Someone that the Demon King
was none other than the figure standing opposite
Or so he thought.
Demon King's forehead started to crease. He had finally noticed something. Opening his
"You're not him."
echoed throughout
demeanor remained impassive
"...Not him?"
"Yes..."
The Demon King nodded.
him started to
like him, but the look in
his eyes a little. He once again carefully scrutinized
They feel more alive. You're
look that was
It was gone.
the person from his memories. He may look the same, but
to
***
the Demon King's gaze directed my way, I
His pressure was enormous.
make anyone cower with
it didn't really
still not
King
not been for my now enhanced senses, I would've been unable to
ambiguous, but I perfectly understood what he was
future version of
are
I slowly asked.
reason for the Demon King's appearance? Since a dungeon was a pocket dimension inside of
me was just a clone. He was here, yet at the
am I looking
Demon King raised his head. He eventually shook
old
then, there was something about
Outwardly, I kept an
"...An old friend?"
I repeated slowly.
The Demon King nodded.
"You heard correctly."
his hand and opened
"...A pity."
He once again mumbled.
Rumble— Rumble—
to quake, and torrential energy sprung out from the Demon
distorted, and the black sphere disappeared
soon reappeared right in front
Click—!
sound, the sphere split into two,
Booom—! Booom—!
and the castle started to
the Demon King,
"Angelica, leave now."
realize what was going on, her body was sent flying in
I had no choice.
here, I
King, I realized just how formidable of
the middle of
of me. It all happened so fast. Without even
I knew it, I found myself being flung in the air and the castle
"Puchi!"
trail of blood
unsheathed my sword, and swung it toward my
Clang—!
the air dispersing the
again, I found the Demon King holding onto my sword with
left
didn't show it as
Crack. Crack. Crack.
sound of something cracking. I didn't need to
was
simply far too much for the dungeon to
was then that I suddenly heard a faint whisper in my right
movements, they're not
voice grew even
was able to process his words, something pressed against my back, and my
BANG—!
the ground, my
didn't even have the time to
familiar iron taste clung to the back of my throat, but I held it in by
Tok. Tok.
sound of footsteps
my head, I stared at
"Khhh..."
groan, I placed my hand on my
brief moment of time, neither
"Disappointing."
silence was inevitably broken by
head, he
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