The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 50

Benson did not believe in karma.

Because his father was a knight, Benson could do bad things and not get punished. Now, Benson was also a knight in Barco, a strong place in the northeast.

Maybe that was why he was so proud to be a knight.

He enjoyed having power that normal people could not even imagine. He tried to do good things for Barco, because Barco gave him this power.

He thought about what he did to Kevin. He told himself it was because he was too loyal to Barco.

He couldn’t stop his pride and made fun of Kevin. He never thought it would come back to hurt him like this.

“Is this what they call karma?”

His vision blurred.

He had met Roman Dmitry many times while working for Anton Barco.

People said bad things about Roman after the Blood Fang incident, but Benson did not believe them.

He thought it was the right thing to do.

Roman Dmitry, the man he knew, was a fool. That’s why he thought he could treat him badly.

But he was wrong.

Roman Dmitry had defeated Homerus.

Watching the fight, Benson felt scared, even though he wasn’t fighting.

“I’ve made a really big mistake.”

If he had known what Roman was really like, Benson would never have hurt Kevin. He would have tried to become Dmitry’s friend instead of Barco’s.

But it was too late to change things.

Being a knight for Barco stopped him from changing his mind. And his proud actions had come back to hurt him.

Baron Barco ordered him to be the last warrior.

He knew he had to do it. He walked out with a pale face, like a prisoner waiting to die.

“Damn it.”

The people were looking at him.

They did not respect him.

Instead of cheering for the knight from Barco, they looked at Benson like he was already dead.

“I am Benson of Barco.”

He tried not to shake as he spoke.

What kind of fighter would come out?

He had heard that Lawrence had a strong swordsman. If he came out, Benson would die.

“God, please save me.”

Then, someone walked out from the Lawrence side.

It was a face he knew.

A small person.

Benson laughed.

“Is that really who I’m fighting?”

It was Kevin.

The boy he had slapped.

Benson looked up and smiled.

“God, thank you!”

He was happy.

He thought Kevin would be an easy win.

A flag dropped with a soft *flutter*, signaling the final fight. Benson grinned, feeling completely relaxed. *This is too easy,* he thought, looking at the small boy in front of him. *They must be joking, sending a kid against me.* He puffed out his chest, feeling all his knightly pride swell up. He could hear the crowd murmuring, but he knew they expected him, Benson, the strong knight of Barco, to win easily.

Even though the flag signaled the start of the fight, he did not hurry. He acted like he had all the time in the world.

“I couldn’t believe it when I saw you. I knew I would win this fight. But I still can’t believe they sent someone like you to be their last warrior.”

He smiled.

He could not hide how happy he was.

“I guess you wanted revenge. Maybe you wanted to fight, or maybe someone told you to. But your lord does not care about you. He has left you to die. Think about it. If you were in charge, would you send a weak kid like you to be the last warrior? I don’t think you can even hold a sword right. Of course not! That means you’re useless. From the moment you said yes, you were going to die.”

He raised his sword.

Kevin watched Benson quietly.

He stood with his legs apart and pointed his sword at Benson. His eyes were sharp.

“You cocky bastard.”

He was happy to be alive. But now he was also angry.

He saw Kevin staring at him like he wanted to win. Benson ran forward.

“Die!”

Benson moved slowly.

The people had seen much faster fights before. Benson did not look very fast to them.

But they knew Benson would win.

Kevin was small. It was easy to see that he was just a boy. Benson was much bigger and stronger.

Benson swung his heavy sword. Kevin moved his head to the side and got close to Benson.

*Clang!* Kevin’s sword hit Benson’s armor with a ringing sound, but it bounced off harmlessly. *Thwack!* At the same time, Benson’s fist, like a heavy hammer, slammed into Kevin’s stomach. Kevin gasped, air rushing from his lungs, but he didn’t fall. He just gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with anger.

Blood sprayed.

Red blood sprayed out like paint, landing on Kevin’s cheek. But Kevin did not care. He tried to stab Benson in the chin with his sword.

The chin was not protected by armor. It was a dangerous attack.

Benson raised his arm to block the sword. At the same time, he hit Kevin in the stomach with his other arm.

Kevin’s attack was blocked.

Kevin’s sword had no magic power. So, it could not cut through Benson’s steel armor. Kevin’s face showed the pain from the hit to his stomach.

But he did not give up.

Kevin did not make a sound. He acted like he did not feel the pain. He swung his sword at Benson’s weak spot again.

The sword moved faster than Benson thought.

Kevin’s muscles were strong from working on the farm. He used this strength to cut the part where the armor on Benson’s arm joined the armor on his body.

Benson groaned.

He did not expect Kevin to fight back like that.

Benson pushed his body into Kevin.

Kevin fell to the ground. Benson ran at him and swung his sword down.

“Die!”

Kevin almost got hit.

Kevin moved quickly. The sword got stuck in the ground. Kevin jumped up and got close to Benson.

Kevin looked determined and stayed very close to Benson.

Kevin and Benson were fighting close together. Kevin was smaller than Benson, so Benson could hit him from farther away.

Kevin knew he had to stay close to Benson. Even though his face was cut and he was thrown to the ground, he did not lose his balance.

Swords crashed together.

Benson was stronger and was winning. But he could not beat Kevin.

“You bastard!”

Benson was angry.

He was fighting a boy.

Benson became a knight by training in a special, high-level way. But nobody knew where Kevin came from or how he learned to fight.

But he still could not win.

He was very angry.

He had been trying to have fun and then win. But when he saw the anger in Kevin’s eyes, he changed his mind.

“I’ll kill him.”

He would hurt Kevin badly.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Kevin moved his head to avoid Benson’s sword.

It was a scary moment.

Benson moved like a hawk diving from the sky, his sword a sharp beak aiming to kill. He attacked again and again, not caring about defending himself. Kevin moved back, blocking Benson’s attacks.

Kevin’s body shook with each hit.

It felt like he was not blocking the attacks at all. Benson pushed Kevin back to where the crowd was.

Everyone knew what would happen.

Benson would win.

There was no other way it could end.

Benson was much stronger. Kevin could not become strong enough to beat a knight in just a month or two.

Clang!

“”.”

Kevin’s arm was knocked aside. He couldn’t withstand Benson’s strength.

Benson saw his chance and attacked with everything he had.

Whoosh!

The sword cut through the air. Kevin was in trouble.

Seeing Kevin try to attack, Benson decided to end the fight, offering his chest as the price.

‘That weak sword won’t even scratch my armor,’ he thought.

This was a fight where armor was very important.

Just as Benson’s sword was about to hit Kevin…

Benson’s eyes went wide.

Scritch!

Thwack!

A red light suddenly burst from Kevin’s sword, like fire blooming on steel.

Kevin’s sword sliced through Benson’s armor, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Roman had said that the Demonic Art of Returning Souls was the fastest way to grow stronger, but it came with pain and sacrifice.

His words were true.

From the day he had cut off his own arm, the Demonic Art of Returning Souls had taken root in Kevin’s mind.

-Kill, kill, kill!

-That bastard is hurting you!

-Get revenge now!

The voices of the Demonic Art in his mind screamed for blood.

It was a hallucination, the price of the Demonic Art that messed with his mind.

Kevin stared at Benson, his eyes glowing red. The pain meant nothing to him. Even when Benson’s fist hit his stomach, it was nothing compared to the pain of losing his arm.

He held on, ignoring the pain and getting closer to Benson.

-Danger!

-Be careful!

His instincts screamed at him that Benson would swing his sword down.

Kevin trusted the Demonic Art and barely dodged the attack.

Benson’s sword passed right in front of his eyes. In this dangerous situation, Kevin felt alive.

‘I want to be a useful sword for my lord,’ he thought.

Chris had been chosen as a great warrior. Chris’s confident words echoed in Kevin’s mind, making his own chest tighten with a painful mix of admiration and jealousy.

He was first.

He had decided to follow Roman before Chris, and he was angry that he wasn’t valued as much because he wasn’t as talented.

His family had been shown kindness by Roman. But what was he doing for Roman?

He wanted Roman to trust him and give him orders like Chris, but all he had done was stand still and get beaten after seeing Benson insult Roman.

Maybe it was inferiority, or maybe it was too much loyalty.

Kevin wanted revenge. He wanted to tear Benson’s mouth apart for insulting Roman and prove that he was a useful sword too.

Just then…

Whoosh!

Benson attacked. He thought he was going to win by sacrificing his chest, but he was wrong because he didn’t understand Kevin.

‘Demonic Art of Returning Souls.’

-Hee hee hee!

-Kill!

A trace of mana. A red aura rose from the sword. It was a power he could only use for a moment, but it could cut through steel.

Scritch!

He cut through the armor. The flesh underneath was also cut, and blood splashed into his eyes.

“”.”

Benson looked confused. Even though he was in terrible pain, he swung his sword at Kevin to survive.

Kevin didn’t dodge. The sword tore into his shoulder. Benson’s sword turned Kevin’s body into rags, but in return, his chest was wide open.

Kevin charged. Even as his shoulder was torn apart, Kevin only focused on Benson’s wound.

There was a time when he would have worried about a small cut on his finger. The child who had been loved by his parents had grown up completely different in the harsh world.

Kevin’s face turned cruel. When he looked into Benson’s horrified eyes, Kevin stabbed the wound without hesitation.

Thwack!

“Kraaah!” Benson screamed. “Stop! Please!”

He was too weak to use mana. He had to fight with only his strength. As Benson fell, Kevin climbed on top of him and crushed him.

Then, grabbing the blade, he stabbed Benson’s wound again and again. His hand was cut and in pain, but he only wanted to kill Benson.

Thwack! Thwack!

Squish!

“Grrr.” Each time he pulled out the sword, blood splattered. Benson, foaming at the mouth and crying, pushed Kevin away with bloody hands, trying to survive.

But it was no use. His weak attempts could not stop Kevin. Even as Benson stabbed at his eyes and tore at his hair, Kevin kept attacking the wound.

Benson’s body twitched. He stopped fighting.

Only after stabbing the wound several more times did Kevin stop to catch his breath.

“Haa, haa.”

Benson’s body was a terrible sight. Blood covered everything, and his armor was broken. He looked less like a person and more like a broken, bloody mess.

The final fight. Kevin had won.

Everyone held their breath. Kevin looked like a demon. Even though it was a fight to the death, some people were horrified by his violence and covered their mouths.

Kevin stood up slowly. The arena was completely silent. Everyone watched him, their eyes wide with shock and fear. He walked towards Roman, each step heavy and bloody.

His face was covered in blood. Blood dripped from his torn shoulder, but he didn’t seem to notice the wound. Everyone watched him.

How far had he walked?

Kevin stopped in front of Roman. Looking up at Roman’s cold eyes, Kevin looked like a child wanting praise.

“I’m back.”

Roman rewarded Kevin.

“You’ve worked hard, Kevin.”

That was enough. Kevin smiled, as if he had won the world.

The match was over. Lawrence had won the battle of the great warriors against Barco. Everyone had expected Barco to win, but Lawrence’s victory shocked the Cairo Kingdom.

Three wins and three losses. Lawrence’s overwhelming victory. And Roman Dmitry was at the center of it.