The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 513

A moment before, Roman Dmitry said,

“I will go to Busan. I will only take Park Minwoo with me, so reinforce the defense system of Incheon until I return. If a problem arises that you cannot handle, return to Incheon immediately.”

At those words, people were moved.

People thought Roman Dmitry wanted to protect Incheon first. They believed he brought Park Minwoo to quickly return to Incheon if needed, using magic.

In fact, he could solve the problem in Busan with his own power, but he brought Park Minwoo along to use teleportation magic at any time. People thought this way.

No matter how much Park Minwoo spread his fame as a White-Clothed Wizard, Roman Dmitry proved through this great disaster that he was on a different level.

However, Park Minwoo accepted it differently.

Being the only one taken along felt like a special treatment.

‘Roman Dmitry clearly trusts me. There’s no reason to take only me otherwise.’

Ah, what a beautiful situation this is!

Park Minwoo’s heart raced. A smile stretched across his face as he followed Roman Dmitry. He thought, *He trusts me*, feeling a thrill as he headed to Busan, which had turned into hell.

He puffed out his chest, glancing around as if wishing someone was there to witness this moment. He was truly sorry that there was no place to brag about how great this was.

In his past life, he would have bragged loudly about this.

And now,

“Open the way.”

The order fell. His eyes were stained with a strong desire.

In a situation where he was trusted by the Heavenly Demon, he never wanted to betray that expectation.

‘This is an opportunity. An opportunity to prove my skills to Roman Dmitry.’

Rumble!

He drew up his magic power.

Park Minwoo stepped in front of Roman Dmitry. He unleashed his magic at the monsters charging like waves.

“Thunder Storm.”

Flash!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bright blue lightning bolts crashed down from the sky. The ground shook with each boom. Monsters screamed as the lightning burned them, leaving a smell of ozone in the air. The sky turned blue.

Bundles of lightning struck down, causing a powerful storm, which swept away the monsters and carried out indiscriminate slaughter.

People didn’t know the truth about Park Minwoo. Park Minwoo was a very strong wizard, called ‘S-rank’. Some people even called him a pioneer of magic.

However, that didn’t mean he was weak.

Park Minwoo went through the system of awakening in this life and learned how to maximize his power differently from his past life.

“Amplify.”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

He unleashed the skill.

The power of the storm became even stronger, and hundreds of monsters lost their lives in the blink of an eye.

Park Minwoo didn’t stop. He continued to pour out magic.

Clearly, when the entire Busan was pouring out attacks, they couldn’t stop the monsters, but the existence of Park Minwoo alone overwhelmed the monsters.

His white robes fluttered.

He was filled with magic power. He pointed his finger down.

“Giga Lightning.”

Flash!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A thick bolt of pure white lightning shot from his finger. It ripped through the monsters, leaving smoking holes in their bodies. The path opened.

The monsters were pushed back.

As if that wasn’t enough, Park Minwoo frantically spewed out mana with a ferocious face.

‘I will sweep away all those who dare to block the path of the Heavenly Demon.’

In this moment, Park Minwoo felt alive.

A wide-open space.

Roman Dmitry jumped down from the high fortress wall. Below, the ground was rough and dusty, littered with fallen stones.

Falling below the fortress wall, he raised his head and looked at the starting point where the monsters were rushing in.

‘A war of attrition against the monster wave is meaningless. He knew fighting monsters one by one wouldn’t stop them for good. He needed to find the source of the monster wave.’

His thoughts went that far.

The problem is clear.

He has the power.

Then there was no reason to keep watching.

Swish.

Tap tap tap.

He rushed forward.

The path was opened by Park Minwoo’s magic, but as he moved away from the fortress wall, he soon saw a space teeming with monsters before his eyes. Before him was a writhing mass of monsters. Some were like giant crabs with snapping claws, others were like wolves with too many teeth, and some were shapes he couldn’t even name, all pushing forward.

He didn’t slow down. He used his speed to crash right into the monsters.

Squish.

Kieeeek!

Screams were heard from all sides.

Roman Dmitry moved like a blur. His sword flashed, cutting through the monsters’ thick hides as if they were paper. A monster roared and lunged, but Roman Dmitry sidestepped, his fist smashing into its head with a sickening crack.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands. The numbers were meaningless. Even though he was directly bumping into and fighting, he opened the way faster than Park Minwoo using magic.

At that sight, people stared, mouths open, eyes wide with disbelief. They couldn’t understand what they were seeing. Some shook their heads, as if trying to wake from a dream. Fear turned into awe as they watched Roman Dmitry.

Even though they realized Roman Dmitry’s purpose, they couldn’t accept this absurd reality.

“…Is he trying to wipe out the monster wave alone?”

It was irrational.

Apart from the fact that monster waves are usually resolved with national-level power, the monster wave that occurred in Busan was not normal.

Monster waves created on the sea. People called these natural disasters.

The monster wave itself is a disaster that humans cannot handle, but due to geographical problems, even capturing it is not easy, so in this situation, many people have no choice but to be sacrificed.

He handled such a disaster alone.

Because Roman Dmitry’s intention was clear, the people of Busan, who had secured safety, stared beyond the fortress wall with blank faces.

It was an unbelievable sight, like a story come to life. A path opened around Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry instantly reached the space filled with seawater, and without hesitation, he threw himself towards it.

Swish.

Tap tap tap.

It was a shocking sight.

Roman Dmitry ran across the sea, faster than any boat. He wasn’t using magic spells, but something else, something like a secret skill. It was called “Walking on Water,” a way of moving so light and quick that he seemed to float. He spread a special energy, like a thin layer of power, under his feet. Anyone else would sink straight down, but Roman Dmitry moved across the waves as if they were solid ground.

Suddenly, dark shapes rose from the water – monsters with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. But Roman Dmitry didn’t even slow down. He stomped on their heads as they surfaced, crushing them instantly. Using their bodies as quick stepping stones, he jumped high into the air. More monsters, like giant birds with snapping beaks, flew up to attack him. With a powerful swing of his sword, he smashed them out of the sky. The sounds of the fight echoed across the water – the *thud* of his feet, the *smash* of his sword, the *splash* of monsters falling back into the sea.

A huge wave, like a wall of water, crashed towards him, trying to pull him under. It was a wave big enough to destroy a city. But Roman Dmitry just raised his sword. In a flash, as he swung it, the water in front of him didn’t just move aside – it vanished into mist. This was the “First Strike” of his special sword style, the Heavenly Demon Sword Art. *Boom!* Each strike of his sword sent out shockwaves that blasted through the water. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* He was stronger than any normal person, doing things that seemed impossible, like fighting against the power of the sea itself.

At last, he reached it. The source of the monsters – a swirling, dark whirlpool in the middle of the sea. Monsters swarmed around it, desperate to protect it, throwing themselves at Roman Dmitry. But they were like insects against a storm. *Wham!* His sword crashed down. The whirlpool roared and shook. *Rumble!* With one final, mighty strike, Roman Dmitry sliced through the dark energy of the whirlpool. It exploded outwards, then vanished, leaving only calm sea behind.

Everything that had just happened… Cha Youngmin couldn’t believe his eyes. Just two days before, in a serious meeting, his advisors had asked if trusting Incheon, and this Roman Dmitry, was a mistake. He had answered them honestly, “Just because Baek Il exists doesn’t mean they are telling us the whole truth. But we have no other choice. We told them everything about Busan’s danger, and we are trusting Roman Dmitry’s promise to help, even though he knows the truth. If he is wrong, then we have no hope at all.”

Deep down, he knew he was ignoring the truth. This monster attack from the sea… it was something that Incheon, with all its known strength, shouldn’t be able to handle. But Cha Youngmin had to believe. He was holding onto a tiny hope, like a drowning man grabbing at a piece of wood. He knew Roman Dmitry was strong. He had heard stories of him defeating a powerful monster called the Green Dragon all by himself. Maybe, just maybe, if Roman Dmitry came, Busan could survive. Even though it seemed impossible, he had to believe it to stay calm.

But then… the impossible happened. He had seen Park Minwoo’s amazing magic, but what Roman Dmitry was doing now… it was beyond anything. Cha Youngmin’s mind just stopped. “…Who… what *is* he?” he whispered. He blinked, again and again, trying to clear his vision. But it was real. The monsters, so many they filled the horizon, were being defeated by one man. Roman Dmitry was running on the water, cutting down monsters like they were nothing. It was like a dream, or a crazy story.

Cha Youngmin thought about Kim Junhyuk, the leader of Incheon. Just a few months ago, he couldn’t understand why someone smart would go against the main government. But now, seeing Roman Dmitry, it all made sense. If Incheon had someone like *this*, then everything changed. Was Roman Dmitry just “S-rank,” the highest level of power? No. He was something more, something beyond numbers and ranks. If Cha Youngmin had known about Roman Dmitry’s power, he would have chosen to follow Incheon from the start, instead of the central government. It would have been the smarter choice.

*Nobody* really thought the central government was doing a good job. But what else could they do? They couldn’t just try to survive alone with only their local power – that would be even worse. So, they had to obey orders, even if it felt wrong. But Roman Dmitry was different. Even in just one talk, he showed he believed in the people of Incheon, the people who followed him. In this crazy world, that was a good enough reason to take a chance and go his own way. The amazing things the advisors had told him about Roman Dmitry? They weren’t just stories. Roman Dmitry had just shown everyone that Incheon could survive on its own, and even help others.

The fight was over. Roman Dmitry and Park Minwoo quickly finished off the last monsters. Cha Youngmin ran towards Roman Dmitry as he walked back to the front lines. Cha Youngmin was exhausted and dirty, his clothes torn. He looked like he could fall down any second. But when he saw Roman Dmitry, he dropped to his knees, his face full of hope and thankfulness. “I am Cha Youngmin, the mayor of Busan!” he shouted loudly. “You are our savior!” The feeling spread through the crowd like wildfire. Even wounded soldiers, some with bandages and missing arms or legs, hurried over to bow to Roman Dmitry. “Our savior!” they cried. “Thank you! Thank you for saving Busan!” Just one hour ago, they had been about to lose everything. Now, Busan was safe, thanks to him.

The fighting area was now quiet. After helping the injured and taking a short rest, Roman Dmitry called for the leaders of Busan to come together. Cha Youngmin and the others from Busan looked at him with great hope and respect. Before Roman Dmitry even had to ask about their promise, Cha Youngmin spoke up quickly. “Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, for saving Busan,” he said. “We would all be dead if you hadn’t come. Busan will do everything Incheon and you ask. We will follow your orders completely, no matter what.” The other leaders nodded and echoed, “Thank you! We will always be grateful to you!” Everyone agreed. They trusted Roman Dmitry completely.

Roman Dmitry nodded, showing he understood their feelings. He looked at Park Minwoo, and with a small nod, Park Minwoo moved forward. “We’ve asked you here to talk about what happens next,” Park Minwoo said. “The worst part of the monster attacks, the ‘Red Time,’ is finished. But South Korea is still in danger. The central government did defeat the Red Dragon monster in Seoul. But on the last day, even more monster attacks happened near Seoul, and another powerful monster appeared. They are in big trouble. Now, the government is ordering all cities that still have soldiers to send them to help Seoul. But the problem is, most cities are in bad shape, just like Busan was. They have been attacked too, and they are struggling to survive themselves, let alone help anyone else.”

This was the Sixth Great Disaster to hit the world. Everything was in chaos everywhere. Even powerful countries like the United States, which was hit very badly (“Red Point”), were having a hard time, even with all their armies and weapons. Just because the “Red Time” was over, it didn’t mean the disaster was finished. There were still huge problems to fix.

Then, Roman Dmitry spoke, his voice calm but firm. “As Park Minwoo explained, South Korea is still in danger from this disaster. I plan to use this chance to bring all the cities in South Korea together, including Busan. I will help any city that wants to work with me, and I will solve their problems. But those who don’t want to join… they will be left behind.” He paused, looking at each of them. “I will give everyone three days to decide. After three days, when my people are safe, I will focus on one thing.” He had taken Busan under his wing, and now he had a bigger plan. He wasn’t doing this halfway. He was going all in. “I will attack Seoul,” Roman Dmitry said, his voice clear and strong. “And I will remove the central government from power.” Everyone gasped. Their eyes went wide with shock. Cha Youngmin felt like he had been struck by lightning. Attack Seoul? Now? When the disaster was still happening? Roman Dmitry’s words were unbelievable, but looking at his face, they knew he meant every word.