The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 368

What do the people of Valhalla hate more than losing?

It’s not losing to a strong fighter. They can accept that and even laugh about it. What they truly hate is being ignored or treated as unimportant.

Roman Dmitry did not kill Balderas.

That was a mercy to be grateful for, but the word ‘next,’ as if no one could defeat him, set the warriors of Valhalla on fire.

“I will be your opponent.”

A man suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.

He was an aura swordsman named Mormond, who was not as skilled as Balderas.

Yet, he did not hesitate. Drawing his sword against Roman Dmitry, he looked determined.

“Roman Dmitry, Valhalla respects you and acknowledges your skill. No one can beat you in a one-on-one fight. But you just made a mistake. If you had just shown a little bit of your power, we would have let you pass. But not after what you said.”

Valhalla’s people were divided.

Some were observing, while others wanted to stop him by any means necessary.

Roman Dmitry’s words changed the observers into those who wanted to stop him.

Mormond had been an observer.

Having seen Roman Dmitry fight, he had no intention of stepping forward. But after hearing the remarks that seemed to confirm his victory, his mind changed.

Valhalla is a nation of warriors.

Even against Roman Dmitry, they could not easily give up what they wanted in this situation.

“I know I am not as strong as Roman Dmitry, but I will fight as hard as I can, even if it costs me my life. I will swing my sword and use my mana as much as possible. When the week has passed, you will not be so relaxed.”

It was a vow to himself and the people of Valhalla.

Everyone watched closely.

As Mormond finished his preparations, the Valhalla Emperor gave a signal.

Mormond moved first.

Balderas had fought defensively and was still defeated. Mormond learned from this. He decided to attack Roman Dmitry first to try and make him tired.

Aura exploded around him.

Mana erupted from his legs, quickly closing the distance with Roman Dmitry. He gave it his all from the start, not holding back his stamina.

Thwack!

“Ugh.”

Mormond’s eyes widened as he knelt down.

He thought his aura had hit Roman Dmitry, but Roman Dmitry hadn’t even moved. Instead, Roman Dmitry struck Mormond’s stomach.

It was unbelievable.

Mormond didn’t understand how Roman Dmitry avoided his attack and counterattacked. He now faced the harsh reality.

“Next.”

It was a clear taunt.

Even after hearing Mormond’s words, even after seeing the furious expressions of the Valhalla warriors, Roman Dmitry said it again.

In response to Mormond’s vow to do his best, the warriors of Valhalla stepped forward one after another.

“You really don’t know when to stop.”

“This time, I will be your opponent!”

They didn’t want to win.

Like Balderas and Mormond, they hoped to wear down his stamina. With continuous signals from the Emperor, they rushed in.

But the result was the same.

The bald man, furious that Roman Dmitry didn’t know when to stop, was knocked out by a blow to the face, scattering blood. The next man lost consciousness as his aura shattered.

“Next.”

“Next again.”

The order was repeated.

It was an amazing sight.

When people heard about the warrior’s test, they checked old records. Even those who had made their mark in Valhalla’s history weren’t so reckless when challenging the test.

Of course, the test lasts for a week, not just a day or two. If you go this fast from the beginning, you’ll run out of stamina before the day is over.

That’s common sense.

So, people couldn’t understand what Roman Dmitry was thinking.

No matter how strong he was, there was a limit to what a human could do. Roman Dmitry was accepting challenges at a pace never seen before.

He faced two people per minute.

It took 30 seconds per person, not because it took that long to defeat them, but because the match was decided in about 5 seconds, and it took 30 seconds to clear away the fallen warriors.

As time passed, injuries increased.

The challenges were endless, and soon, night fell.

Crack!

“Kraaah!”

A Valhalla swordsman knelt on the ground.

No one knew how many people Roman Dmitry had defeated.

One of the people watching muttered, without realizing it, at Roman Dmitry’s still-perfect appearance.

“Is that monster even getting tired?”

That word represented the feelings of the people of Valhalla.

One posture. One breath. Not even slightly disturbed.

Seeing that he wasn’t even sweating, people were desperate and had to accept the reality.

‘Is this not enough?’

He was definitely different.

Thinking that the match couldn’t be won in just one day, the Valhalla Emperor spoke first.

“Let’s finish the first day of the test here.”

The sun had already set.

The warrior’s test was originally conducted day and night.

It pushed the challenger to the limit so they couldn’t rest. But at some point, the standards were relaxed.

This was because it was judged to be impossible for humans. No matter how strong someone was, they couldn’t fight day and night for a week.

Mana has its limits, and when mana runs out, it’s over.

Think about it, he was facing the entire Valhalla.

Even with time to recover overnight, they couldn’t completely recover from the fatigue of the battle.

Little by little, they were being worn down physically.

The mana in their bodies wasn’t as strong as the day before, and the physical fatigue made them slower each day.

In fact, these rules weren’t created to help them succeed.

Those challenging the warrior’s test were talented in Valhalla, and as their deaths increased, special measures were taken.

Night in the jungle gave them time to think.

Looking back on the day, the fear of repeating it crept in.

When day broke, most of them quit.

Even if they were called cowards, they thought it was better than dying meaninglessly in this reckless fight.

Roman Dmitry was given the same opportunity to choose.

He didn’t seem like he would give up, but the Emperor couldn’t treat him differently.

‘Roman Dmitry is a benefactor of Valhalla. Even though I want him to fail, I can’t bring down a benefactor with cowardly methods like the previous emperor. Valhalla will not repeat that mistake.’

Valhalla is the land of warriors.

The Emperor didn’t want to be ashamed of that name. Even if he lost, he didn’t want to start anything that would cause gossip.

But then Roman Dmitry said,

“Let’s just proceed.”

He looked at the people and continued,

“Since duels with individuals are no longer meaningful, from now on, I will accept challenges from multiple people.”

Really.

Roman Dmitry was a man of extremes. He never held back. Everyone watching could feel his power. In a fight, no one believed they could beat him. And yet, something was about to change.

Roman Dmitry made a move that changed everything. The people of Valhalla felt like he was showing them they were weak. They decided to stop being polite.

“We will not be nice anymore,” one of them shouted.

“We will fight you!”

Then, new people stepped forward. About twelve men. The crowd gasped when they saw them.

These men were not famous fighters on their own, except for their leader. But together, as the Bellerin Mercenary Group, they were well-known. Led by Bellerin, a very skilled swordsman, they were famous for attacking as a team, all at once.

The crowd was shocked. No one thought they would see a fight with the Bellerin Group so soon, on the very first day! In Valhalla, things usually moved slowly. Even Carlos, a great warrior, waited days before fighting many people.

Still, everyone believed Roman Dmitry would win. But they knew the Bellerin Group would be a tough fight. This was just the start of many challenges for Roman Dmitry.

*Sound of impact* – The fight began! The Bellerin Group rushed forward. This was not like fighting one person. They moved around him, trying to attack where he couldn’t see. *Clash! Bang!* Attacks came from the front, the back, and the sides. It was confusing and dangerous, with attacks coming from everywhere. *Clang! Clang, clang, clang!* But Roman Dmitry blocked them all.

Roman Dmitry stayed calm. He blocked all the attacks at once. Then, he kicked the man who attacked the hardest, making him stumble. As the man lost his balance, Roman Dmitry’s fist smashed into his face! He even quickly cut the chest of another man who tried to help. *Splurt.* Blood flew out. It was a cut, not deep enough to kill. In just a moment, he had taken down two men. Roman Dmitry looked relaxed as he faced the rest.

Fighting many people was different from fighting just one. But even in this wild fight, no one thought Roman Dmitry was in trouble. The Bellerin Group attacked together well, showing they deserved their fame. But nothing they did could hurt Roman Dmitry. Soon, another man fell. They thought they were skilled, but Roman Dmitry was too fast. He hit back before they could even think.

But the crowd didn’t know the real story. All this time, Roman Dmitry was controlling his power. He could have finished the Bellerin Group much faster if he wanted to. But he remembered this trial would last a whole week. So, this amazing fight they were watching, the one that shocked everyone, was actually Roman Dmitry holding back! He was used to fighting many enemies at once. He knew how to save his energy. Magic flowed through his body, keeping him strong and stopping him from getting tired.

Valhalla’s plan was not working. There’s a saying: It’s not just about being strong right now, it’s about lasting longer than everyone else. Before Roman Dmitry became a great fighter, he learned how to survive. He had a toughness that the people of Valhalla could not even understand.

*Crack!* A face broke. Bellerin fell to the ground, defeated. The people behind him looked terrified.

“Next,” Roman Dmitry said, without any emotion.

On just the first day, people started to feel like this trial was impossible to win.

The sun was starting to rise. The Valhalla Emperor stared, unable to speak. ‘Is this really possible for a human?’ he thought. All night, the fighting had gone on and on. People had hoped these fights would show something important. But now, as dawn came, everything looked terrible. The ground was covered in blood. People who had charged in like crazy were being carried away. Even famous fighters from Valhalla had been easily beaten.

The Emperor was confused. It didn’t make sense. Roman Dmitry was doing things even the great Carlos could not do.

Suddenly, the Emperor understood something. He didn’t really know Roman Dmitry at all. He realized he had never fought with him. He had been in Hernand, and Roman Dmitry had been in the North. They had both done their jobs, and he had only heard about Roman Dmitry’s victories from reports. Now, he finally understood why people admired Roman Dmitry so much. Why Sanchez had rebelled for him. Roman Dmitry broke all the rules. The crowd was amazed that he had defeated so many people and wasn’t even tired.

Sanchez walked up to the Emperor and said, ‘Your Majesty… This will never end. Roman Dmitry is not just strong, he knows how to keep his energy. We can’t beat him. Shouldn’t we stop this now?’

Sanchez, who loved fighting, was talking about giving up for the first time. He was right. It seemed impossible to win. But the Emperor couldn’t stop. Not when Valhalla was trying to become strong again.

Just then, Roman Dmitry spoke. ‘You are annoying. You are the kind of people who can’t see what’s real and just keep attacking. Valhalla says warriors should fight to the death, but I don’t agree.’

His voice became colder. He looked at the warriors who had attacked all night. Their stubborn looks started to anger him. Valhalla was a group that needed to be controlled. Even though they had made a deal for now, they were not like other kingdoms that would obey. Their eyes, their strong will, showed they were like wild animals. So, he wanted to make them completely accept defeat.

‘From now on, all of you can attack me at once, in any order you want. If you want to stop me from going to the Southern Tomb, do anything you can to beat me. But in return…’ *Swish.* He pulled out his sword. The air around him changed. As the sun rose on the second day, Roman Dmitry showed his true power.

‘Yesterday, I was easy on you because of our history. But from now on, anyone who fights me will die.’