The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 228

Just then, Baron Paulo was busy with his work in the castle when a subordinate rushed in with urgent news.

“Lord! Trouble! Roman Dmitry is fighting Valhalla warriors in Paulo Square! They… they are losing. They are begging him to stop!”

“What?!” Paulo roared, his voice booming. He slammed his hands on the desk and stood so quickly his chair crashed backwards.

Every word of the report angered him.

It was bad enough that Roman Dmitry, a stranger, was fighting duels. But the warriors of Valhalla *begging* for mercy without even winning? Unthinkable!

Valhalla would never allow this shame. Especially now, during the festival, with visitors watching! What would they think of Valhalla then?

As his subordinate explained, Roman Dmitry was clearly fighting to make them give up. Paulo’s anger only grew.

“Roman Dmitry,” Paulo muttered, his voice tight. “Just as I expected, he’s causing trouble.”

About Roman Dmitry’s visit to Valhalla… Paulo had heard things from his superiors.

Rumors said Roman Dmitry made a big impression everywhere he went.

In Dmitry, he became famous by taking charge in the war against the Barco family. Then, he surprised everyone with unexpected actions like the Southern Front and those public ranking fights.

Some even whispered that he had a hand in the recent change of rulers in the Redford Kingdom.

Like a bright light in a dark room, Roman Dmitry couldn’t be ignored, even if he wanted to. But he wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

Actually, even the leaders of Valhalla weren’t sure Roman Dmitry would come.

Facing Barbosa was incredibly dangerous, yet Roman Dmitry had bravely accepted the challenge and come to Valhalla.

So, the leaders had given Paulo orders: ‘Roman Dmitry will be our sacrifice to make Valhalla look even stronger. Before his big fight, we need to show him what Valhalla is really like. It’s not like the small world he knows in Dmitry. Make his journey hard, so he arrives in the capital tired and defeated even before the duel begins.’

That’s why they hadn’t sent anyone to guide him.

The plan was to let him experience how Valhalla people treat outsiders badly, and *then* send someone to help him and take him to the capital.

But things had gone wrong.

Roman Dmitry was making a scene and showing off his power. They needed to stop him, and fast.

Baron Paulo’s face hardened. ‘Get the Wild Warriors,’ he ordered. ‘I will teach Roman Dmitry myself what Valhalla truly means.’

“Understood.”

His subordinate nodded quickly. Paulo stormed out of the office, his face twisted with fury.

Groans of pain echoed through the square.

More than a dozen men lay defeated on the ground. These were the same warriors who had mocked those who begged for mercy earlier. Now, they felt foolish and humiliated.

Roman Dmitry had fought them relentlessly, not even letting them fall unconscious.

The legendary Valhalla spirit, said to be as strong as steel, seemed to vanish in the face of his overwhelming power.

Still, more warriors stepped forward to challenge him.

Just as another warrior was about to give up, Baron Paulo arrived, followed by his soldiers.

“What in Valhalla is going on here?!” Paulo bellowed as he reached the square.

The scene was terrible.

But even more than the defeated warriors sprawled on the ground, Paulo noticed the faces of the crowd. They were frozen in disbelief.

It was as if their pride in Valhalla, their deepest belief, had been shattered.

They had always boasted that Valhalla warriors never surrendered. But here, before their eyes, was a humiliating defeat.

Paulo demanded, his voice sharp, ‘Roman Dmitry! You are a stranger here, just a guest in Valhalla. Why are you making such trouble? Give me a good reason, or we will have to punish you!’

“A ‘good reason’?” Roman Dmitry repeated, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I thought Valhalla *expected* this.”

Roman Dmitry stood calmly, facing Baron Paulo. He showed no sign of being tired, even after fighting so many men.

“I am a guest here, invited to fight Barbosa. I told your guards that when I arrived in Paulo. I asked them to show me the way to the capital, but they were rude and unhelpful. Since I entered Valhalla, your people have treated me with disrespect because I am an outsider. No country treats its guests like this! But then, someone told me something. They said, ‘Valhalla respects strength.’ So, I simply showed these unfriendly warriors who is stronger.”

“What…?” Paulo stammered, completely taken aback.

This was not going as planned. Roman Dmitry was even more aggressive than the Valhalla warriors themselves!

He hadn’t been treated like a respected guest, but Paulo never imagined he would respond by fighting back in the Valhalla style.

Paulo realized Dmitry had a point.

Even though he was an outsider, as Barbosa’s challenger, he should have been treated with respect. But they had ignored him, wanting to make him suffer before the duel.

Really, Roman Dmitry hadn’t done anything wrong.

He had beaten Valhalla warriors, yes, but duels were normal in Valhalla, like breathing.

But still. The problem was, Roman Dmitry was winning, and the proud warriors of Valhalla were being utterly humiliated.

*Paulo thought quickly,* ‘If I let this go on, my superiors will be furious. Even if it’s unfair, I have to stop Roman Dmitry from causing more chaos in Valhalla. Even if it means fighting him – which, strangely, seems to be what he wants.’

“Even so,” Paulo said loudly, “we can’t just ignore this. In Valhalla, we don’t hurt someone who is already defeated like this. A duel is about fair fighting. You must respect your opponent. First, you will be investigated properly. If it turns out you are innocent, then I will take you to the capital myself.”

It was a pointless argument, Paulo had already made up his mind.

Roman Dmitry just laughed, seeing how unfair Paulo was being.

“What if I say no?” Roman Dmitry challenged.

Paulo’s face darkened. “You *cannot* refuse. This is Valhalla!” Paulo’s voice boomed, emphasizing ‘Valhalla’ with pride and threat.

“‘Valhalla,’ you keep saying,” Roman Dmitry mocked. “Then let’s settle this Valhalla-style! I’ve heard that in Valhalla, when it’s not clear who’s right, you fight it out. I demand a trial by combat! If you want to investigate me, then come and arrest me yourself! Or, Baron Paulo, are you going to use all your soldiers against me?”

It was a direct challenge.

Paulo’s face turned to stone. Roman Dmitry had gone too far, but secretly, Paulo was pleased. Fighting was exactly what he wanted.

Paulo stepped back, then roared, his voice like thunder, “Soldiers! Seize Roman Dmitry! Now!”

There were no set rules for a trial by combat.

Each fight was different, and Paulo, taking advantage of this, ordered a mass attack: ‘Soldiers, attack him!’

One man against an army.

The Valhalla soldiers charged. Even as they raised their weapons, their faces full of hate, Roman Dmitry’s own small group of soldiers remained still.

“Attack!” Paulo yelled.

*Whoosh!* Spears flew towards Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry moved like lightning, deflecting every spear with his bare hands. Just like before, he didn’t even draw his sword, which still hung at his side.

Seeing this, the Valhalla soldiers grew even angrier and attacked harder. But every time they missed, a strange force slammed into them.

*Wham!* A soldier stumbled back, his face pale, all strength gone from his limbs. With a single punch from Roman Dmitry, his eyes rolled upwards, and he collapsed to his knees.

Roman Dmitry decided not to use weapons. He wanted to show everyone how much stronger he was, using only his hands and feet. He smirked. Weapons were for those who lacked true strength.

However, Baron Paulo sneered, “Roman Dmitry, you arrogant fool! You will regret underestimating Valhalla!”

At that moment, the soldier struck in the face by Roman Dmitry’s attack didn’t fall.

It was as if he had struck steel, such was the immense force of the rebound. Dark hair burst from his skin, like thick weeds growing in fast motion. His face stretched and changed shape.

“Grrrr.”

The soldier’s face twisted horribly, and hair grew all over his body. This showed his true identity: he was a Wildling.

With the transformation spreading throughout his body, the soldier was soon a figure standing on the boundary between man and beast. He looked like he was changing from a man into a beast.

“Kraaah!”

The Wildling lunged. He slashed at Roman Dmitry with sharply grown claws, and the soldiers who had been attacking with him also transformed in succession, revealing their Wildling forms.

Their transformations varied. Some twisted into monstrous wolves with teeth like knives, others became huge bears with claws as long as swords, revealing the wildness of beasts.

Wildlings. A minority tribe discovered in the southern jungles. From birth, they were raised on animal milk, and through a ritual of embracing the form of their most familiar beast, they were reborn as true Wildlings.

Within Valhalla, they were known as one of the most formidable fighting forces. Though they appeared as ordinary soldiers, the Wildling unit was Valhalla’s elite.

A relentless attack. People clenched their fists. They thought that the Wildlings might be able to defeat Roman Dmitry, who was arrogantly refusing to use weapons.

However, that was a delusion. The moment a Wildling in the form of a bear charged, heedless of defense…

Wham! The sound echoed like a tree trunk snapping. The Wildling’s eyes rolled back as the force of the punch smashed into his face. (Roman Dmitry remembered fighting even tougher opponents in his past life.)

People called Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk the ‘King of All Weapons.’ This title showed how skilled he was with every weapon. With a single sword, Baek Jung-hyuk conquered the Murim and was recognized as the undisputed number one under heaven, representing the history of the Murim.

However, what was the next weapon he used best? People mentioned various weapons, saying that Baek Jung-hyuk was skilled in all of them, but in fact, the weapons Baek Jung-hyuk was most familiar with, aside from the sword, were his hands and feet.

He had lived a very hard life, fighting to survive every day. He had to use anything he could as a weapon, even his hands and feet.

In the process, Baek Jung-hyuk reached the summit. In an environment more savage than the wilderness, Baek Jung-hyuk brought down cruel men who acted like wild animals with his hands and feet.

The existence of Wildlings? He knew.

They used their special power, but Roman Dmitry didn’t care much.

Wham!

“… Ugh!”

The Wildling’s face was crushed. The beast’s hard skull cracked, and the beast staggered before falling backward.

The shock spread in an instant. The Wildling in the form of a bear was famous for his superior durability among the Wildlings, but no one expected him to fall with a single punch, even after creating an aura on his skin. Baron Paulo’s eyes widened in shock. ‘Impossible!’ he thought.

“Grrrr.”

“Krrk, attack, krrk, at once!”

A precarious situation. The Wildlings rushed in simultaneously. As they attacked from both sides, Roman Dmitry kicked and smashed their faces, and grabbed the wings of a Wildling in the form of a bird falling from above and slammed him into the ground.

Again, the solid durability was of no use. The Wildlings couldn’t help but scream at the pain that pierced deep into their bones.

A one-against-many battle. It was a clearly disadvantageous fight for Roman Dmitry. If he didn’t use weapons, it was right to lose against the Wildlings, whose entire bodies were weapons.

And yet, what on earth was this situation?

While Baron Paulo gaped, the situation was resolved in an instant.

Whack!

“Guaek.”

With the Wildling’s face turning away, the last remaining Wildling was a being in the form of a bison. Roman Dmitry approached.

“Say you surrender. Then, I’ll end it quickly.”

Slap!

He slapped his cheek. The Wildling did not dare to resist. The Wildling, born with the nature of a beast, was instead overwhelmed by the momentum of the predator. Roman Dmitry felt no anger, only cold focus.

Trembling, he weakly followed Roman Dmitry’s touch, and Roman Dmitry continued to slap the Wildling’s cheek.

Slap.

Slap, slap.

Even people with incredibly strong bodies begged for their lives in the face of Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk’s brutal violence, screaming to be spared from the pain of piercing steel.

His violence was so strong, it felt like being hit by steel. Roman Dmitry added no more words. Without saying anything, he focused only on slapping the Wildling’s cheek.

Slap.

Blood splattered.

Slap.

A tooth flew out.

Slap.

In eyes that had lost focus, the Wildling’s wildness was not visible. He was completely overwhelmed.

The moment he accepted that Roman Dmitry was the apex of predators, the Wildling opened his mouth with difficulty.

“… P, please spare me. I surrender! I was wrong to fight you! Please, have mercy!”

That was the end of it.

Thump.

The hand that put the Wildling down. Roman Dmitry looked at Baron Paulo and said.

“What are you going to do now?”