The Author's POV

Why do I exist?

It was the question that Jezebeth had wondered about ever since he was a young boy.

He wasn't sure why, but for some reason, he became obsessed with understanding the reason for his existence.

Jezebeth had grown up hearing the same phrases over and over again: "mistakes," "spawns that shouldn't have existed," and so forth, as a member of a race that was constantly under attack and hunted by the other races and Protectors.

It was enough to make anyone wonder if they were really just a mistake, a product of a creator who had made a fatal error.

Perhaps...

Perhaps they really were right, and they were indeed a mistake.

But how could the creator make a mistake?

That was the question that plagued Jezebeth the most.

If there was a creator, then surely everything that existed was part of their plan, right? And yet, if that were the case, why were they constantly hunted and oppressed?

Jezebeth refused to accept that they were just mistakes to be hunted and destroyed like vermin.

He wanted to find a purpose; no, he desired to find a purpose. A reason for their existence that went beyond simply being a target for those who saw them as inferior.

His thoughts were further reinforced the moment he managed to survive the attacks of the Protectors and got his hands on the first fragment.

Ever since that moment, everything changed for him, and instead of being the hunted, he became the hunter.

He conquered planet after planet, eradicating those who had once hunted his kind and creating contracts with those who were willing to submit.

Like a tyrant, he became the most powerful being in the known universe. There was no one strong enough to oppose him.

He had become the laws itself.

And then, just as he was about to achieve his goal, everything reset. He found himself going back in time with nothing to show for all his efforts.

'That's fine; I can do it again.'

At first, he was undeterred. He would simply gather the fragments again, he told himself, and this time he would succeed. But as the years passed and he found himself caught in a never-ending cycle of regression and recollection, he began to lose hope.

Kevin. He was the anchor the Records had created in order to rewind time. Kevin's birth was the moment they discovered his power and wanted to rid him of it.

Unfortunately, they had discovered him too late and couldn't reverse time to the point where he had just started to rise to power.

only make do

he was strong

But...

What is it this

being and came closer to

was a patient person, but even his patience had

and mouse, with the universe seeming to conspire against him

yet, he refused

them. He would keep searching and fighting until he found them. For

no turning back

far

the crack, Jezebeth found himself in front of a familiar world. The last world, as he

coming from the humans and those from the other races. Such looks were something he had grown accustomed to, and he paid little attention

darted around the world,

"There he is…"

of grass with his

especially for Jezebeth, who had known

of pristine blue eyes. His ashen white hair turned

his head, their eyes met, and everything around them came to a sudden standstill. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right before his very eyes, and the

him, Jezebeth decided to break the silence and ask, "Which one of the

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

to Jezebeth. What he cared for was something else, and he planned on eliminating whatever

Although he didn't outright say it, he could tell that he was up against the inferior version

go wrong with his plans, or

unsettled in the corner of his heart, but

Rumble! Rumble!

them started

at Ren, Jezebeth's crimson eyes rippled, his soft

end this,

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

one of the two moved, but everything in front of them

***

care for your life, run

shout snapped those beneath them out of their reverie as a look of horror replaced their

barriers to withstand the aftermath of the attack between

as her gaze continued to move toward where Ren was. There was visible worry on her face,

was something more important that she had to do

more important