The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 449

Rumble.

“Kiek.”

“Grrrr.”

It was a terrifying yet grand sight. Demons, so many demons, stretched as far as the eye could see.

Demons, countless demons, filled the wide plains like a dark, moving sea. They charged in a chaotic swarm, all heading in one direction.

The ground shook and trembled with the pounding of their feet and the clatter of claws. Any human who saw this terrifying wave of monsters would feel their courage turn to ice.

Among the rushing demons, two figures walked slowly, standing out from the chaotic mass. A man in a bright red cloak spoke to a figure in a black robe beside him.

“Lord Belzerte,” the red-cloaked man said, “has the whole demon army *ever* moved like this before? Even after the Demon Realm became one, I’ve never seen it. Imagine, all this because of one human!”

The figure in black robe replied, “The idea of a demon army didn’t exist before we became one.”

“Heh heh heh, really?” the red-cloaked man chuckled.

The man in red laughed softly. This was Phivir, commander of the Second Demon Legion. Long ago, during the time of great wars and chaos, he had promised to serve the Demon King. The figure in the black robe, Belzerte, commander of the First Legion, had done the same. Both were known as fearsome figures in the Demon Realm. Now, they were following the Demon King’s orders to fight the humans.

Phivir couldn’t hide how thrilled he was. ‘Finally!’ he thought. He had been stuck in the Demon Realm for too long, and he was eager for the fighting to begin.

“Still,” Phivir said, “this human, Roman Dmitry, is something else. Imagine a human daring to come to *our* realm! But with this many demons, no matter how strong humans are, they have no chance.”

Phivir showed no worry at all. He seemed as relaxed as if he were going for a stroll. But Belzerte was not so sure. He didn’t think this mission was simple.

*Roman Dmitry,* Belzerte thought. *This human is dangerous.*

Just a short time ago, Babel had been beaten. Even if it was a fight no one was supposed to know about, if Babel lost so easily, then Roman Dmitry was definitely someone to be careful of.

More than that, Belzerte remembered feeling Roman Dmitry’s power, even if it was just for a moment. He remembered the fight with Sheffir. That day, Roman Dmitry had come to the Demon Realm, right into Belzerte’s own lands.

The memory was clear in his mind. He could still see Roman Dmitry’s attack tearing through Sheffir. Belzerte had stared, eyes wide, at the force of it.

*That power was incredible,* he thought. *Anyone who can use power like that, human or not, is dangerous.* And the Demon King clearly knew it too. If Roman Dmitry was just some weakling who would fall easily, the Demon King wouldn’t have ordered the entire demon army to move like this.

Sssssss. Dark magic flowed from Belzerte with every breath. His eyes narrowed.

He would not end up like Babel, defeated by a human. Never.

“Phivir,” Belzerte said sharply. “Be careful. This human killed Babel.”

“Babel was just a low-born—” Phivir started to say dismissively.

“Phivir!” Belzerte interrupted, his voice cold.

“Understood,” Phivir said quickly, shutting his mouth.

[Lord Belzerte, we’ve found the humans!]

It was a scout, one of the demons sent ahead to find the enemy.

[But there’s a problem! They aren’t running. One human, we think it’s Roman Dmitry, is coming straight towards us, alone! He’s far ahead of the others. He must be planning something!]

Suddenly, Belzerte stopped dead in his tracks. He had expected the humans to run. He was wrong. His face hardened, his eyes blazing with anger.

“That crazy fool,” he growled.

He was sure of it now. Roman Dmitry. This human, just a human, had never planned to run.

* * *

Just as the scout said, Roman Dmitry walked alone. He looked around at the world, all purple and strange, and a memory flashed in his mind.

*It was like this before,* he thought. *To get what I wanted, so many people had to die.*

*Taking over Murim. Taking over the continent.* He had always wanted to be on top. Even in this new world, that hadn’t changed. Just like Baek Jong-hyuk became the Heavenly Demon, Roman Dmitry had become emperor. He had climbed to the top by causing so much death and bloodshed. And it still wasn’t enough. Now, he wanted to conquer the Demon Realm.

He felt no regret. If he could go back, he would do it all again.

But things were different now. In this new world, Roman Dmitry felt something else.

*I don’t want to just watch people die for no reason,* he thought. *I will still reach my goals, but I will try to protect the people who are with me. If I had been this strong when I took over Murim before, maybe the people who followed me wouldn’t have died.*

*People used to say I was the strongest,* he thought. *Baek Jong-hyuk, the best in the world.* But now, looking back, he knew he wasn’t perfect. Because he wasn’t strong enough, people like Gwangma had died.

Now, in this quiet time, he thought about the past a lot. *If only I had been a little stronger, just a little better, could I have saved them?*

Being at the top was lonelier than he had imagined. He had lost so many people to get there. He knew now how empty that powerful place could be.

So, he would do his best now. He would fight as many enemies as he could, to protect his people and make their fight easier.

That’s why he was going ahead alone. When others said this all-out war was too dangerous, he told them clearly what he wanted.

“Everyone except me, stay behind,” he had said. “Your job in this war is to follow me and deal with what’s left after I fight.”

It was a shocking order. Everyone argued, but no one could really say he was wrong. Roman Dmitry had shown them in the fight with Babel. Even though he had won easily, he had proved that no one else could have stopped Babel’s power.

Chris, Kevin, Edwin Hector – even the strongest humans in the army would be in danger against monsters like Babel. And the demons they were facing now were even stronger. These demon commanders were so powerful that even the greatest human magicians couldn’t defeat them. It was clear that normal human strength wasn’t enough.

But there was one exception. Roman Dmitry. He was different. He was stronger than anyone else, almost like he came from another world. These demon commanders were no threat to him at all.

It was the smartest plan. To win completely. To keep his people safe. Roman Dmitry wasn’t just thinking about this battle, but about the future.

Rumble. The ground shook again. The demons were getting closer. Soon, they filled his sight. Roman Dmitry drew his sword, his face calm and cold.

Sreung. The sound of his sword leaving its sheath was clear in the rumbling air.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he began to walk towards the rushing tide of demons.

* * *

It was unbelievable. So many demons, more than anyone could count, and just one human walking towards them. The ground trembled. The demons roared, showing their sharp teeth and claws. But Roman Dmitry didn’t stop. He took his first step, beginning the Heavenly Demon’s Advent.

*Heavenly Demon Sword Art, first form of the first half.*

Flash! A blinding light exploded from his sword.

Rumble! The demons in front of him didn’t even have time to scream. They were ripped apart, vanishing in a spray of dark blood and dust.

Roman Dmitry had just defeated many demons at once. He kept walking forward to face the next group of demons.

Savage cries came from all directions.

Demons with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes lunged at Roman Dmitry, trying to bite him. They swung their claws wildly, attacking from every side.

It was a terrifying sight.

It looked like the demons would eat him all at once. But his powerful magic was just starting to build up.

Boom!

Tap tap tap tap!

“Kiek.”

“Kraeeek!”

Dozens of demons fell with each strike.

Every time he swung his sword, dozens of demons screamed and blood splattered everywhere.

The demon that tried to bite him had its head cut off. The demon that swung its claws had its arm sliced off.

No one survived. Everyone who faced Roman Dmitry died.

He used a special move. ‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art, first half, second stance.’

Boom!

Rumble!

It was a massacre.

Even demons with hard bodies were destroyed by his powerful energy. Roman Dmitry kept moving deeper into the area filled with enemies.

Now, the purple scenery was almost hidden.

Everywhere he looked, in the sky and all around, he only saw demons trying to kill him.

“Ka-ack!”

They threw their lives away.

Millions of demons were attacking.

Even though he had already killed thousands, it didn’t make much difference to the overall situation.

The demons followed the Demon King’s orders.

They knew they would die if they retreated, so they charged forward with burning eyes. The Demon King would be angry if they failed.

Crack!

A head was crushed.

Poof.

A demon with its chest ripped open vomited blood and swung an axe at Roman Dmitry’s head.

Flash!

Rumble!

That was it.

No matter how hard the demons fought, Roman Dmitry always defeated them.

Attacks came from everywhere, but none of them hit him.

He repeated the steps of the Heavenly Demon Advent.

With each step, the first, second, and third, his power grew stronger. Soon, he was destroying hundreds of demons with a single strike, not just dozens.

Boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

They disappeared.

Roman Dmitry tore through the demons and came out covered in blood.

He breathed in.

He breathed in the magic of the Demon World.

This dark magic was harmful to humans, but Roman Dmitry could clean the magic and take it into his body.

Enemies everywhere, a never-ending battle. This was normal for Roman Dmitry.

Even with so many enemies, Roman Dmitry saved his strength.

Beyond this place was the Demon King.

He knew that one day he would have to face him.

Thud.

He stepped on a demon’s head.

He made sure to kill every enemy he saw, so that anyone coming after him would be safe.

More.

More, more, more.

He was covered in blood.

He was full of killing intent.

The madness of the Heavenly Demon exploded, and the bodies of the demons began to pile up.

The Second Corps Commander, Pibir, arrived.

He watched Roman Dmitry fight from far away. He was a little impressed by Roman Dmitry’s strength.

“I can’t believe a human could be so strong.”

It was amazing.

He saw Roman Dmitry easily cutting through the demons. This showed how Roman Dmitry had defeated Babel.

He was more than human. He could destroy the demons’ hard bodies in a moment. He was also strong enough to keep fighting even when attacked from all sides.

Plus, he breathed steadily even in the middle of the battle. This proved that Roman Dmitry was dangerous.

Flap.

Belzert arrived.

He also saw what was happening and said, sounding a little angry, “Pibir, we can’t let that human keep causing trouble.”

“I understand.”

He nodded.

He agreed.

The Demon King had ordered them to destroy the humans. If they didn’t do it, the Demon King would punish them. He had been impressed enough.

They had a big plan to take over other worlds later. So, they didn’t want to waste demons just to fight humans.

“I’ll leave the rest to you,”

Swoosh.

Pibir disappeared.

He covered himself with his cloak and disappeared into the purple world without a trace.

Hiding was Pibir’s special skill.

When the Demon World was in chaos, Pibir used his hiding skills to defeat his enemies.

He planned to do the same thing this time.

He was ashamed to use his full power against a human, but Roman Dmitry was strong enough to make it necessary.

One strike.

The fight would be short.

He was sure he could end it with a single attack.

Even now.

Crack!

Rumble!

Demons died.

Pibir quickly got closer to Roman Dmitry, making his power grow.

He hid himself.

He waited for the right moment.

‘That human is too proud. Maybe he is very strong for a human, but to us demons who fight all the time, he is nothing special. That will be his downfall. He is foolish to invade the Demon World without thinking about his limits. This will lead the humans to ruin.’

He smiled.

The chaos was at its peak.

Roman Dmitry was busy fighting the rushing enemies and didn’t seem to notice anything else.

Then.

Pat.

Flap.

He threw back his cloak.

Pibir revealed himself and exploded with magic.

“Blood Explosion.”

His magic exploded, filling the space before Roman Dmitry could react.

“Die!”

Clang.