The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 94

The Heavenly Demon had twelve children.

Their lives were hard from the start. Just because they were his children, they were always tested to see if they were good enough.

“Baek Jung-hyuk,” a voice said. “For one year, you will be an Am-gwi, a Dark Ghost.”

This was the assassination group of the Demonic Cult. This was a test for Baek Jung-hyuk.

The other siblings were given similar jobs, and Baek Jung-hyuk received orders to kill people as a member of the Am-gwi.

At first, the people he had to hunt were easy to beat. They were just weak members of the Demonic Cult who had run away.

But the second mission was harder.

This time, he had to fight a strong expert from a different, evil group.

The fight was very tough. The expert attacked strongly, not giving Baek Jung-hyuk any space to breathe.

Even faster than the first mission. When Baek Jung-hyuk returned to the Demonic Cult, people said he was a natural Am-gwi.

However, the third mission was different.

He had to fight a righteous sect’s expert, and he couldn’t win in a direct fight.

Unlike the fight with the evil expert, he couldn’t just challenge him openly. He had to get results within a week, so Baek Jung-hyuk chose a different way.

From then on, he began to use the darkness.

He followed the righteous sect’s expert, learning his daily routine, and planned the assassination for when he was most vulnerable.

The plan was perfect.

No one would ever think to look for an assassin hiding in a toilet pit. The expert died a shameful death, killed while he was using the toilet.

Baek Jung-hyuk did what he needed to do to stay alive.

He learned that to survive, he had to be clever, not just strong. If he had been too proud or worried about honor when he was living in that terrible underground cave, he would have died there and never achieved anything.

Time passed.

Baek Jung-hyuk killed many people.

He became very skilled at killing and used any means necessary to complete his missions.

And one year later.

People said:

The Demonic Cult’s Am-gwi killed 38 experts.

Death was unavoidable when you saw the shadow of the ghost.

This story of the Am-gwi, the ghost assassin, was a secret from Roman Dmitry’s past, something no one in his current life knew.

This operation.

When Roman first said he would face the Hector Kingdom alone, his subordinates all disagreed.

“No, Master, absolutely not!” Chris said, his voice worried. “We know you are strong, but there are too many enemies! The Hector Kingdom is ready for us. If you get hurt fighting them alone, we would be terrified of what might happen!”

Unlike Kevin, who stayed calm, Chris stopped Roman’s plan with a slightly nervous voice.

The others felt the same way.

McBurney, who was new to the group, agreed. “This plan cannot work. The Southern Mountains are very rough and hard to travel through. It seems like we could hide there, but it’s actually hard to move quickly. And there are only a few paths, so the enemy can easily chase us. Please, think again.”

Everyone was strongly against Roman’s plan.

It didn’t make sense to face the Hector Kingdom with only two hundred soldiers.

However, Roman didn’t try to convince them with many words.

His plan was beyond normal thinking.

He didn’t need them to understand his logic, but to trust him completely and follow his plan.

“If you trust me,” Roman said simply, “then follow my plan.”

That was all he said.

Those few words were enough. Chris stopped arguing immediately.

New people like McBurney still looked like they didn’t agree, but the people who had followed Roman since the Dmitry family were different.

What kind of man was Roman Dmitry?

He always did things that surprised everyone.

From the fight with Blood Fang to destroying the Barco family, he always did the impossible. And now, he was going to face the enemy alone.

Watching the flames coming from all directions, Roman trusted himself to the darkness.

Flames rose.

The Hector soldiers shone torches everywhere to find Roman, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Roman remembered something from his time as the Am-gwi. He had read about the martial art of the Dark King in the Demonic Cult’s records. ‘The Dark King’s fighting style starts with becoming one with the darkness,’ he recalled.

The Dark King was an important figure in the history of the martial world.

The Dark King started as just a small-time thief. But when he learned how to use the darkness to hide, he became famous as a master thief. He didn’t just steal from rich people anymore; he started stealing from powerful groups in the martial world. He even dared to steal from the Five Great Families, evil groups, and even the Demonic Cult itself!

If he had stopped there, the Dark King would have become a legend.

But he became too proud of his skills. He wanted to steal the Heavenly Demon’s treasure, and that’s how he died a terrible death.

The Dark King’s martial art.

He became one with the darkness.

He was so well hidden in the darkness that even if you were looking right at him, you couldn’t see him. He could step on dry leaves, and they wouldn’t even crunch. It was perfect hiding.

When the place that had been lit by torches was covered in darkness, Roman appeared and moved with the darkness.

Suddenly, *thwack!* “Ugh?!” A soldier cried out. Roman had attacked!

“Enemy! Enemy!” someone shouted.

*Peeeeeeep!* A loud whistle blew.

They knew the enemy was there and tightened their formation, but a moment of carelessness led to someone’s death.

The Hector soldiers moved quickly.

They formed a circle and tried to surround the dead soldier, but Roman was already gone when the whistle blew.

“Kraaah!”

“Ack!”

Screams came from everywhere.

If they surrounded the right side, he appeared on the left. If they surrounded the left side, he appeared on the right. They thought they were reacting fast, but he appeared on the opposite side, as if mocking them.

They couldn’t guess where he would attack next.

The Hector soldiers looked around wildly, fear in their eyes.

‘Slowly,’ Roman thought to himself. ‘I will kill them one by one.’

The Hector Kingdom stepped onto the mountain covered in darkness.

They didn’t think the darkness would be a problem, but humans, who need light to see, couldn’t react when Roman was right in front of them.

The Dark King’s skill wasn’t magic that made him invisible. It was about using the darkness around him to hide. And Roman, because of his time as the Am-gwi, knew exactly how to use this kind of darkness.

The knights of Hector struggled.

The knights who could use Aura led the way, but Roman kept attacking their weak spots.

He didn’t rush.

The moment they moved even a little out of formation, Roman killed them.

When he blocked the noise with mana, the enemies didn’t know that their friends were dying next to them.

The Hector Kingdom didn’t know that one enemy was causing so much chaos in the darkness.

‘This plan isn’t about destroying the enemy. It’s about killing as many as possible so they can’t ignore me. They will regret coming to this mountain where darkness has fallen.’

The night is long.

Perhaps, before long, they will desperately wish for the sun to rise.

Thompson, a knight of Hector, swallowed hard.

His hands and feet trembled at what was happening around him.

‘What on earth is going on?’

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

It seemed like an enemy had appeared, but no matter how much he looked, he couldn’t see anyone.

“It’s over there!”

“Move quickly!”

He heard the angry voices of the soldiers.

Their neat lines and formations were useless now. Everywhere they turned, they heard screams and the sounds of people dying. The Hector soldiers ran wildly towards any sound, trying to find the enemy.

The officers couldn’t control their men anymore. Soldiers were dying right next to their friends, and no one could see the attacker. Anger and fear mixed together, making them unable to think clearly.

Even so, *thwack!*

“Ugh.”

People kept dying.

Many soldiers searched with their eyes wide open, but death came when they lost focus, even for a moment.

It was truly terrifying.

Thompson held his sword nervously, unsure how many enemies were hiding in the darkness.

Cold sweat ran down his face.

He stayed in formation.

He moved slowly with the soldiers, focusing on his own safety instead of looking for the enemy.

Thompson could see the soldiers ahead of him disappearing one by one.

Snap.

One light went out.

He didn’t see the soldiers die, but he knew they were dead when the lights disappeared.

The soldier next to him blew the whistle loudly, and the lights shook and rushed towards that side.

Then, snap.

The light on the opposite side disappeared.

The quickly disappearing light caught his eye.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

Thompson had thought they were in control, but now he knew they were in terrible danger.

Just then, someone shouted, “Company Commander!”

“The 1st Company Commander is dead!”

The 1st Company Commander was dead.

Thompson was desperate.

There were many soldiers near the 1st Company Commander, but the commander and the soldiers were all dead.

It felt like his senses were useless.

He was looking around, but the moment he blinked, the situation changed completely.

‘This doesn’t make sense.’

He ran quickly.

Instead of helping the company commander, he grabbed the commander’s radio and called for help.

“Commander! There’s a ghost here! Help us! We’re all going to die!”

The voice on the radio was full of panic. It wasn’t just a voice; it was a scream of terror.