The Author's POV

Chapter 854

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.

make do

by then, he was strong enough

But...

What is it this

came closer to his

a patient person, but even

the never-ending game of cat and mouse, with the universe seeming to conspire

he refused to

him to uncover them.

was no turning

was already too far gone

the crack, Jezebeth found himself in front of

humans and those from the other races. Such looks were something he had

darted around the world, looking for

"There he is…"

patch of grass with his eyes closed. He looked to be sleeping soundly,

strange sight to see, especially for Jezebeth, who had known him for quite a

pair of pristine blue eyes. His ashen white

everything around them came to a sudden standstill. In the blink of an eye, he appeared right before

in front of him, Jezebeth decided to

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

Jezebeth. What he cared for was something else, and he

were easier now. Although he didn't outright say it, he could tell that he was up

wrong with his plans, or

still feeling a little unsettled in the corner of his heart, but there was nothing he could do about

Rumble! Rumble!

started to crumble, and

eyes rippled, his soft voice echoing

end this,

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

front of them started to collapse, and

***

for your life, run

sudden shout snapped those beneath them out of their reverie

try to set up barriers to withstand the aftermath of the attack

continued to move toward where Ren was. There was visible worry on her face, but she tried her best not to

more important that she

even more important than her very

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