The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 536

The Chinese signalman’s face paled.

Just a few moments earlier, Wang Wiryong had ordered the signalman to contact the Korean Empire. But they were told to wait because the meeting was not finished. Normally, this would be expected for an unplanned call. However, the signalman was worried because Wang Wiryong, who called himself Emperor, had a very quick temper.

“How can I tell him to wait?” He nervously moved his hands.

The signalman thought the Korean Empire was very bold to make China wait. He knew this would anger Wang Wiryong.

Thinking he would be punished, the signalman, who looked as pale as a ghost, carefully told Wang Wiryong what happened.

But then…

“Kahaha! To make us wait? A bold character indeed!” Wang Wiryong burst into laughter. A booming laugh filled the room, echoing off the walls. It wasn’t a happy sound, but one of amusement and power.

The signalman’s worries were unfounded.

If Wang Wiryong didn’t know Roman Dmitry’s secret, he would have been furious and refused to forgive the Korean Empire.

But now, things were different. Roman Dmitry might be a descendant of the Demonic Cult.

If this was true, then Roman Dmitry’s aggressive behavior was actually normal.

The Demonic Cult never compromises.

Being extreme was something they had passed down for generations.

Wang Wiryong thought, ‘Xiaolong saw Roman Dmitry’s martial arts and knew he was strong. Roman Dmitry is also strong, so he must know Xiaolong is a real martial artist. But he’s still acting this way. He must be from the Demonic Cult. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dare to act so boldly against China.’

His heart raced.

Wang Wiryong had always wondered.

The Demonic Cult’s lineage had been severed, and he alone had struggled to revive it.

That effort had borne fruit ten years ago, and although he hadn’t perfectly recreated the glory of the past, he had, in any case, completed a new Demonic Divine Sword.

He had studied the sword marks on the mural for years. He felt powerful with his sword and believed he was the strongest in the world.

Back then, China was divided.

In that chaotic time when it was torn into a dozen pieces, with many proclaiming themselves kings, Wang Wiryong truly felled them all with just a sword.

Even strong martial artists like Xiaolong, and powerful hunters with their own pride, had to accept Wang Wiryong’s strength. When they faced him, they knew he was stronger.

Perhaps that was why.

He always yearned.

The history of the Demonic Cult was built on struggle, yet he had never encountered an opponent worthy of being called a rival.

Wang Wiryong thought, ‘This could be a great chance for me, even before I conquer the continent.’

The new Demonic Divine Sword.

He wanted to test it.

If he could defeat a descendant of the same Demonic Cult and be acknowledged, it felt as though he could dispel the uneasy feeling that his Demonic Divine Sword was not genuine.

Wang Wiryong believed in himself.

Until the moment he inherited the will of the Demonic Cult and ascended to the throne of Emperor, Wang Wiryong’s confidence stemmed from his fierce efforts.

Wang Wiryong said.

“I will wait. Connect the communication as soon as the Korean Empire is ready.”

“Th-thank you!”

The signalman was startled.

At the merciful reply, he hurriedly bowed his head and retreated from his post.

Thirty minutes later.

Finally, the communication was connected.

After briefly introducing themselves, Wang Wiryong stated that he was not an enemy before getting to the main point.

[At the First International Conference, most, led by Russia, insisted on punishing the Korean Empire, but I did not agree with that. The Korean Empire merely did what it had to do. If the nation could not be defended under President Kim Jungtae’s regime, then naturally a new leader should take his place. Therefore, I initially sent troops with the intention of helping the Korean Empire, but upon learning the truth about Kim Jungtae, I withdrew my forces.]

It was a cunning way of speaking.

Originally, he had intended to make the Korean Empire a vassal state, but there was no reason to reveal his true intentions.

Of course.

He did not recognize it as the Korean Empire.

He would build a friendly relationship with Roman Dmitry, but recognizing him as Emperor was a separate matter.

[China’s attitude will be the same at the Second International Conference. We will help the Korean Empire.]

“Does that mean you want something in return?”

[You could take it that way. Rather than wanting material things in return for our help, China wants to build a friendly relationship with the Korean Empire in the future. With just that promise, we will gladly pledge our assistance.]

It was like the United States.

An alliance proposal.

While the United States had fully accepted the Korean Empire, China’s proposal had a strange tension.

Wang Wiryong couldn’t hide his competitive spirit.

Was he really a descendant of the Demonic Cult? If he was, who was stronger, himself or Roman Dmitry? His mind was completely consumed by Roman Dmitry.

His eyes were filled with longing. Wang Wiryong judged that this was an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he planned to get to know Roman Dmitry step by step.

Roman Dmitry appeared on the screen, leaning back casually in his chair. His expression was unreadable, but his dark eyes were sharp and focused. He looked informal, almost disrespectful, and raised his head slightly, speaking in a cold voice.

“What are you really thinking, Wang Wiryong?”

Wang Wiryong, on his screen, maintained a calm facade, though a flicker of something unreadable crossed his face. “[It is as I said, Emperor Dmitry. China wishes to build a friendly partnership with the Korean Empire.]”

Roman Dmitry scoffed softly. “That’s the problem. If you truly respected the Korean Empire,” he emphasized the name slightly, “you wouldn’t call it the Republic of Korea. Wang Wiryong, the world is full of whispers about you. Even if not all are true, your actions speak clearly. You united China and crowned yourself Emperor. You openly talk of conquering the continent. You constantly seize land from your neighbors. And just recently, you interfered in Korea’s own affairs. Your ‘goodwill’ is poison. If you honestly believed I would swallow it so easily, you are either a fool, or you greatly underestimate me.”

Silence hung in the air from Wang Wiryong’s side of the screen. Then, a visible crack appeared in his composure. His jaw tightened.

Even such aggressive words, spoken so informally… it was almost an insult.

“[So],” Wang Wiryong said, his voice carefully controlled, “[you are rejecting China’s proposal?]” He forced himself to remain patient. He needed to know more about Roman Dmitry before reacting.

But Roman Dmitry’s reply was immediate and final.

“I refuse. From the moment I became Emperor, there cannot be two Emperors under one sky. Mark my words, Wang Wiryong. If you do not step down from your throne, we will soon settle this on the battlefield.”

Roman Dmitry’s statement.

This was a clear declaration of war.

Talking was finished. Now, it was time for anger.

When Wang Weilong heard that Roman Dmitry would not call him emperor, his face turned red with fury. His lips curled back, showing his teeth like a snarling dog.

“Rude fool! How dare he not accept my kindness?” Wang Weilong thought, his eyes burning.

China.

A country as powerful as America itself. Wang Weilong believed he was the strongest man in the world.

He was truly showing goodwill to Roman Dmitry. He respected Dmitry’s fighting skills. Wang Weilong thought, ‘If I win, I will take him as mine. If I lose, I will serve him.’

He saw no reason to fight Roman Dmitry in the upcoming competition.

However.

Denying his very existence was a completely different matter.

Wang Weilong could no longer hide his anger.

“Do you know why I was willing to support you? It wasn’t because I feared your strength. I am the heir to the Demonic Heavenly Cult. I brought back the lost Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique. In your battle against the Vampire Lord, I saw someone like myself. That was why. I offered you my hand as a friendly gesture, to see what could happen.”

The Murim.

Its existence had been revealed.

The leaders of powerful countries knew the truth. But ordinary people thought the world of ‘Murim’ was in another dimension. That was not true.

The martial arts that people now used came from this world. Wang Weilong had mastered real martial arts, not the fake ones used by Hunters.

He showed his power.

Now that everyone knew who he was, he needed to make Roman Dmitry really understand who he was.

“Roman Dmitry, the future of South Korea depends on your answer. If I don’t like your answer, I will not only push for South Korea to be punished at the Second International Conference, but I will also personally destroy South Korea. How dare you want to be the emperor of a great nation? You deserve more than just death.”

One truth.

He had confirmed it.

“Are you really a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult?”

Communication with Wang Weilong.

No one was watching.

The leaders had left after the meeting. Roman Dmitry received the message while he was alone.

“Are you really a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult?”

The final question.

Roman Dmitry’s face turned cold.

As he started his new life, he had always wondered about the Murim. It had disappeared from history without a trace.

Even when he ruled the Murim, it was so powerful that not even the emperor wanted it.

But in modern times, the Murim had disappeared so completely that there were no records left.

That question had always been in his heart. Now, Wang Weilong said he was a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult.

At that moment.

He felt no joy.

No happiness.

No good feelings at all.

His heart grew cold.

Instead, he felt anger.

“So, the Murim died even with the Demonic Heavenly Cult still around.”

“Answer the question!”

“The Demonic Heavenly Cult I remember was not weak. So why did the Demonic Heavenly Cult fall apart?”

“This bastard.”

Wang Weilong was very angry.

He did not like Roman Dmitry’s answer.

It sounded like he was criticizing the history of the Demonic Heavenly Cult. Wang Weilong spoke in an upset voice.

“How dare a fool who knows nothing talk about the Demonic Heavenly Cult! The Demonic Heavenly Cult did not die. The emperor made a plan to destroy the Murim, destroying the entire Murim. But my ancestors kept the Demonic Heavenly Cult going until the very end. And what was that? The Demonic Heavenly Cult you remember was not weak? Who are you to say such things? My fellow descendants of the Demonic Heavenly Cult and I have struggled to keep the will of ‘Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk’ alive until the very end. If you weren’t there, then no matter who you are, you have no right to criticize.”

It was like touching his most sensitive spot.

The word ‘destruction’ seemed to undo all their hard work.

“Roman Dmitry! Tell me who you are! If you have nothing to do with the Murim, I will cut off your head for saying bad things about the Demonic Heavenly Cult. But if you are a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult, then bow your head and beg forgiveness from me. I have carried on the Demonic Heavenly Cult. I am the only true heir to the Demonic Heavenly Cult in this world.”

The more he spoke.

The colder Roman Dmitry’s face became.

More than Wang Weilong’s arrogant tone, Roman Dmitry could not forgive the fact that the Demonic Heavenly Cult had barely managed to survive.

There was no sign of the Demonic Heavenly Cult anywhere in the world.

Even though Wang Weilong had united China and became emperor, the ‘Demonic Heavenly Cult’ created by Baek Jung-hyuk in the past was not so weak that it had to hide.

His absence?

That was not important.

He had many powerful people under him, people who were beyond the standards of the modern world.

Therefore.

“I will ask one last time. Why is someone like you leading the Demonic Heavenly Cult?”

A cold question.

Wang Weilong’s face twitched.

Something was wrong.

Roman Dmitry showed his anger. From his words, he seemed to know a lot about the Demonic Heavenly Cult.

He seemed to know more than just being a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult. As he thought about this, Wang Weilong could not hide his worried look.

For a long time.

The Demonic Heavenly Cult had lost its base.

He had thought that he was the only one keeping its will alive. But for the first time, he wondered if there was something he didn’t know.

Otherwise, there was no way he could call the one leading the Demonic Heavenly Cult ‘someone like you.’

He swallowed hard.

A possibility.

The thought that the other person might not just be a simple descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult, but a very important person in it.

Wang Weilong asked carefully.

“…Who exactly are you?”

His hesitation didn’t last long.

To the descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult.

To the descendant who had kept the ruined Demonic Heavenly Cult alive, Roman Dmitry did not bother to hide who he was.