The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 293

Kevin’s cry.

Chris was annoyed.

Chris followed Roman Dmitry, and he always believed he was better than Kevin.

‘Kevin and I have different starting points.’

Years ago, Kevin and Chris started training with Roman Dmitry around the same time.

Chris had been an Aura Examiner from the beginning. So, it was natural for Chris to be stronger than Kevin.

But Kevin always showed that he felt inferior.

Kevin wanted to become stronger than Chris, saying that he had followed Roman Dmitry first. He improved quickly, but Chris didn’t care.

Chris was a genius.

He created his own unique style. Chris didn’t think of Kevin as a rival as Roman Dmitry praised Chris as a ‘pioneer’.

That’s why his pride was hurt. He believed he was better than Kevin, and he didn’t want to hear Kevin’s words, even if Kevin was known as Dmitry’s devil.

Tch.

The atmosphere changed. Chris’s eyes sharpened as he watched Ares move.

Pat.

Rumble!

Ares rushed in.

Instantly, Chris sent dozens of streaks of light toward Ares.

Chris used his aura to make his sword strikes as fast and bright as lightning. His sword moves were like a wall, trying to stop Ares from getting closer. The light flashed.

Ares blocked all the attacks, even the attacks that strong fighters like Diego would have trouble with. He didn’t even change his posture as he rushed in.

Whoosh-

Ares broke through the aura.

Chris could see Ares. Chris tried to step back, but something flashed and almost hit his head.

Pat.

Rumble!

There was a big explosion.

Chris was not just fast with his sword.

Chris’s eyes widened from the shock that almost hit his face.

Ares was as fast as him. Chris had never met anyone so fast except for Roman Dmitry. He could see that Ares didn’t aim for his face on purpose.

It was a warning: risk your life if you want to win.

Ares’s skill as a sword genius made Chris feel small and unimportant.

Chris knew he was in a dangerous situation.

‘If Ares blocks my last trump card, I can’t win.’

The problem was that Chris couldn’t control his trump card unless he wanted to kill his opponent. Ares hadn’t killed him, and Chris didn’t want to kill Ares either.

Chris hesitated for a moment. Because of this, he became unsure of himself. Ares looked disappointed and raised his aura.

“Let’s finish this.”

Wham!

The shock exploded. Chris was pushed back. Ares’s sword moved in a beautiful curve, not giving Chris a chance to breathe.

Ares attacked from the right, then the left. Chris blocked the attacks, but then Ares attacked from a direction Chris couldn’t react to.

It wasn’t a random attack. Ares was pushing Chris, planning how Chris would react based on a clear system.

Chris’s anger was building up.

He remembered Kevin’s cry, and he couldn’t forget about his trump card.

Rumble!

The aura exploded. Just as Ares was about to end the match, Chris glared at Ares’s weak points.

It was then.

“Stop. Time’s up.”

The voice was calm, even though the situation was intense. With those words, Chris stopped his exploding aura and stopped moving, even with blood in his mouth.

It was Roman Dmitry. Chris always obeyed Roman Dmitry.

This match was a clear win for Ares.

The three minutes were up, so they couldn’t continue. But even if they had more time, Chris wasn’t sure he could beat Ares.

Roman Dmitry looked at Ares.

He was not surprised by Ares’s strength against Chris. But he noticed something interesting. Ares’s power seemed to come from ‘Murim’.

‘He is not using the normal Aura Examiner system.’

People usually use Alexandre’s explosion of aura as the basis for their swordsmanship. But Ares didn’t try to solve every problem with just explosive power.

Sometimes he used explosive power, and sometimes he used a small amount of mana. He knew how to use aura at the right time, like the people of Murim.

That didn’t mean he was from Murim. He was just similar. It was unrefined.

Ares had created a new style based on Alexandre’s technology. Roman Dmitry thought that this was how Ares was born. It was an unfinished style. That’s why Ares was so valuable.

People in Salamander Continent thought Alexandre’s way of using aura was the only right way. They didn’t think of new ideas. But Ares was different. He went against what everyone else did and made his own style.

Ares was a pioneer and a genius.

If Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk had not been possessed, Ares would have greatly improved the swordsmanship of the Salamander Continent.

‘Creating something out of nothing. That’s what Sword Demon did.’

Sword Demon was one of the Four Heavenly Kings who followed Baek Jung-hyuk. He lived a unique life.

Sword Demon’s power didn’t come from Baek Jung-hyuk.

He was born as the son of a poor martial artist. He learned third-rate martial arts from his father, who died in the war.

He dreamed of becoming stronger. He learned third-rate martial arts, and every time he learned new martial arts, he added to his own and created a new style.

He was a pioneer. He gained experience through blood and death, and he became a master known as the Sword Demon.

No one taught him. He didn’t even have a special opportunity.

The Sword Demon, like many fighters, learned basic skills first. But after battling the great Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk, he changed his path. He traveled the world, seeking only the strongest warriors to challenge.

Then, the Sword Demon knelt.

The Sword Demon saw his perfect ideal in Baek Jung-hyuk. He looked up to Baek Jung-hyuk like a god.

Ares was a similar kind of person to the Sword Demon. Both were driven by a strong desire for strength.

Roman Dmitry helped Chris find a new way, but Ares and the Sword Demon made their own paths. They didn’t need advice from anyone.

Roman Dmitry found Ares interesting.

Ares was a strong man. Why would he join as a normal soldier? Roman Dmitry knew it wasn’t just for money or fame. Ares must want something else.

Sure enough.

“Roman Dmitry,” Ares said, “It’s an honor to meet you. But talking isn’t enough. I want to fight you. Will you teach me something?”

A provocative remark.

Ares drew his sword and aimed it at Roman Dmitry.

* * *

Roman Dmitry was right about Ares.

The reason Ares came to Dmitry was because of rumors he had heard around the world.

The rumors said Roman Dmitry had a new fighting style, different from the old ‘Alexandre’ style. People asked, how else could his fighters beat strong masters? They remembered Roman Dmitry’s victory over Butler in the war. They thought he had finally mastered a secret, powerful skill.

Some of this was true.

At first, Roman Dmitry studied aura explosions. Then, he found his own way to control and beat aura.

Roman Dmitry believed the ‘Alexandre’ style was wrong.

This is why Chris and Kevin could defeat people who were stronger than them.

Ares was interested in these rumors.

Ares was always exploring swordsmanship, and these rumors about Roman Dmitry’s new technique excited him.

Ares wanted to get stronger. If Roman Dmitry’s skill could help, he would learn it, even if he had to kneel.

Ares was a person who loved to explore and learn.

Powerful groups offered Ares a lot of money to join them. But Ares wanted to choose his own way.

The air grew cold, and the excited chatter stopped.

When Ares challenged Roman Dmitry, his followers’ faces hardened. They glared at Ares with open hostility.

Roman Dmitry said.

“I don’t like people who don’t know their place,” Roman Dmitry said. “This is not for fighting each other. If you want to fight me, I will. But you will fail the third test right away.”

This answer was strange.

Everyone wanted Ares.

Even the Chronos Empire would pay him a lot. But Roman Dmitry treated him like any normal soldier.

Normally, Roman Dmitry would want someone like Ares to pass. But he said even the best genius is not needed if they break rules.

“Choose.”

In that moment, Ares’s face became serious.

Ares felt Roman Dmitry’s power completely surround him.

‘The rumors were true,’ Ares thought.

Rumors said Roman Dmitry was the best fighter. His win over Hannibal showed his power. But now, facing him, Ares knew the rumors were too weak. He couldn’t even look Roman Dmitry in the eyes.

Ares understood Roman Dmitry’s words. It was a warning: if you want to join me, don’t think you are special.

Roman Dmitry saw Ares like everyone else. If he didn’t follow rules, even Ares would be out.

He sheathed his sword.

After seeing Roman Dmitry’s power, the choice was easy.

“I don’t want to fail,” Ares said. “Sorry for acting wrong.”

Like the Sword Demon, Ares’s desire to learn was stronger than his pride.

* * *

A few days passed. The third test was finished.

About 600 people passed. They went to the place for the fourth test.

They saw familiar faces: Fabir, Fred, Logan, Ares, and other famous people. They all wanted to take the fourth test. They didn’t know what it was, but they thought they would pass, unless something bad happened.

“……What kind of test will it be?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I don’t think it will be easy.”

The third test had been shocking.

Roman Dmitry’s soldiers were very strong, even the unknown ones. Chris and Kevin were especially amazing.

Kevin beat Logan of Steel. Chris seemed to lose to Ares, but people admired him for fighting hard.

It was clear Dmitry’s people were not strong at first.

People knew Kevin was from a poor place. Just a few years ago, he was very weak. He would lose to even weak fighters. He couldn’t fight Logan of Steel then.

Roman Dmitry’s training was special.

Roman Dmitry cared about his people. People saw how fast his followers got stronger. This made everyone want to do well in the final test.

Everyone became quiet. They thought the last test would be a fight. Talking was just wasting time.

Just then, Roman Dmitry appeared.

Everyone watched him. Roman Dmitry’s presence was so strong, it made people feel small.

Thud. He stood before them.

Roman Dmitry said.

“Congrats on passing the third test,” Roman Dmitry said. “You all showed you are strong. Many of you could pass. But I want to check one more thing.”

This recruitment was different. From the start, people were worried.

Before, when Roman Dmitry was unknown, things were easier. Now he was famous, and everything was dangerous.

Roman Dmitry looked at the people. Their faces, of different colors, were all tense.

“I know some of you are spies from other countries,” Roman Dmitry said. “I already know who some of you are, from the information guild. That’s why we have the fourth test. You have ten minutes. If you say you are a spy and come forward now, I promise in Dmitry’s name, you will be safe and sent home.”

Clang! He raised his sword. A cold, sharp energy came from it, making him look dangerous.

Roman Dmitry said, his voice cold, “If you don’t say you are a spy by the end, understand this: it means I can kill you. The people who pass the fourth test are those who are alive at the end.”