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.

make do

by then, he was

But...

is

believed he had discovered his reason for being and came closer to his goal, it would all slip through

patient person, but even his patience had its

with the never-ending game of cat and mouse, with the

he refused to give

there, somewhere, waiting for him to uncover them. He would keep searching and fighting until he found

turning back

too far gone into his

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

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

world, looking for a certain

"There he is…"

of grass with his eyes closed.

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

his eyelids opened up, revealing a pair of pristine blue eyes. His ashen white hair

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 two of them just

of him, Jezebeth decided

"Does it matter?"

"…I guess not."

really didn't matter to Jezebeth. What

fact, Jezebeth believed that things were easier now. Although he didn't outright say it, he could

something go wrong with his

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

Rumble! Rumble!

began to quake as it slowly started to fold together. The space around them started to crumble, and something dark started to come out of Jezebeth's body, slowly enveloping

crimson eyes rippled, his soft voice echoing

should end this, shouldn't

"Yeah…"

BOOOM—!

moved, but everything in front of them started to

***

you care for your

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

up barriers to withstand the aftermath of

Amanda who was barking the orders as her gaze continued to move toward where Ren

she had to

even more important than her