The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 540

He shifted in his seat.

Wang Wiryong spoke respectfully.

“I became emperor and said I would conquer the land because I wanted to prove our ancestors were right. For many years, my family, the Wang family, has kept the Demonic Cult’s dream alive. The Demonic Cult was amazing—they once ruled the whole Murim world! As the only one left from the Demonic Cult, I wanted to bring back that greatness.”

For many years, the Wang family had maintained the lineage of the Demonic Cult.

People made fun of the Wang family and pointed at them.

The imperial court had erased the records of the fallen Murim. Modern society had rapidly advanced, and even the few remaining descendants of Murim thought that martial arts were useless.

Because of this, the Wang family, who were focused on the murals, seemed foolish.

In fact, people in the neighborhood thought Wang Wiryong’s father was a lazy bum, and Wang Wiryong himself started to wonder if what he was doing was right.

Was this the right thing to do?

Was he chasing a dream?

Wang Wiryong was worried and sad every day. But when the Great Disaster happened, it showed that his family’s work was important.

He had a dream.

People had laughed at the Wang family’s efforts, but they were real. Wang Wiryong worked hard to rebuild the Demonic Cult.

Because of this, he was able to unite China. He called together those who, like him, had regained their martial arts skills.

People called Wang Wiryong a warmonger, but he wanted to prove that the Demonic Cult had been reborn by conquering the continent, just like the Heavenly Demon Baek Chung-hyuk had done.

And now.

Wang Wiryong accepted the new reality.

“Please accept me. I will give this country to Roman Dmitry. When the reborn Demonic Cult conquers the continent, I want to be by Roman Dmitry’s side and fulfill my purpose.”

The man in front of him.

He didn’t look like the Heavenly Demon Baek Chung-hyuk at all.

He had a Western face and an unfamiliar name.

It didn’t make sense, but Wang Wiryong no longer doubted that this man was the Heavenly Demon Baek Chung-hyuk.

It didn’t matter how the Heavenly Demon had become Roman Dmitry.

When he saw Roman Dmitry use the Heavenly Demon Sword Art and understand the murals, Wang Wiryong knew he was real.

So.

He would just accept the man in front of him.

Even without a detailed explanation, the Wang family’s blood told him that this was the real Heavenly Demon.

Roman Dmitry said.

“You have kept the Demonic Cult’s dream alive all this time, so you can be my man. I will accept you and your country. But the Demonic Cult you have built is weak. If you had faced the same problems as before, your weak Demonic Cult would not have survived and would have fallen apart.”

“Please show me the way.”

“Train with me. Try your best to not repeat the mistakes of the past.”

Wang Wiryong felt emotional.

Heavenly Demon Baek Chung-hyuk.

A legendary person.

He was now showing him the way.

Wang Wiryong shouted, his face red.

“I will do as you say. I, Wang Wiryong, will gladly give my life for the Demonic Cult.”

Before the Great Disaster,

he had kept the Demonic Cult’s lineage alive even when it seemed impossible.

For him, this was the best thing that could have happened.

Just knowing that there was a clear path to follow and someone to obey made Wang Wiryong very happy.

But there was one problem.

There was something he needed to tell Roman Dmitry so he could fully enjoy this happiness.

“…There is something I must tell you about the Demonic Cult.”

He brought the information.

Wang Wiryong handed it over and said.

“This is a record of things that have happened around the world since the Great Disaster.”

He turned the pages.

As Wang Wiryong had said, it had detailed information about specific events.

“18 years ago, a very strong (A-rank) monster appeared in a village in China. At that time, it was rare to see A-rank monsters. This monster killed many people, but a mysterious person suddenly appeared and killed it. The problem is the martial arts that person used. The powerful sword moves were like those in the murals. That person appeared again three years later, 15 years ago.”

He turned the page.

“There is a group called Dark Shadow. They are a mysterious group that no one knows much about. They are like a mercenary group that takes jobs from countries around the world and completes them. The problem is 15 years ago. Markov, the current president of Russia, hired Dark Shadow to get rid of his political enemies. When Dark Shadow eliminated them, the sword moves from the murals appeared again. The problem is that there is more than one person using the sword moves from the murals. The people in Dark Shadow are using martial arts similar to those of the Demonic Cult, so we think they are connected to the Demonic Cult.”

So far, there was no real problem.

If they were connected to the Demonic Cult like Wang Wiryong, they could work together in the future.

The problem was where they came from.

“After I united China, I looked at old records. These records were about the emperor who tried to destroy Murim. According to the records, the martial arts of the Demonic Cult were not completely lost. The emperor was afraid of Heavenly Demon Baek Chung-hyuk’s power, so he secretly took some of the martial arts and ordered his people to study them. He wanted to make that power his own. But the emperor died young from an illness, and the records about this disappeared. After looking at different information, it is clear that Dark Shadow is related to the people who destroyed the Demonic Cult. We don’t know what they plan to do by creating Dark Shadow. But they were around when the Demonic Cult was destroyed.”

He closed the file.

As Wang Wiryong had said,

Dark Shadow showed signs of the Demonic Cult.

If they were descendants of the emperor who had destroyed the Demonic Cult, their existence needed to be checked.

This was interesting.

Dark Shadow existed, and the descendants of the emperor who had destroyed the Demonic Cult might still be alive.

“Wang Wiryong.”

“Yes.”

“I told you, two emperors cannot rule under one sky. The same is true for the Demonic Cult. If Dark Shadow has accepted the power of the Demonic Cult, they will never let anyone else be above them.”

He smiled.

Anyone who knew Roman Dmitry would have seen the murderous intent in that smile.

“The Demonic Cult is mine and mine alone. Soon, everyone in the world will know I exist. If Dark Shadow is really connected to the Demonic Cult, they will show themselves to me. We don’t need to worry too much. If they are too afraid to face me, they are not worth our time. But if they use the Demonic Cult as a disguise and reveal themselves…”

His murderous intent grew stronger.

The pain of the people in the murals flashed before Roman Dmitry’s eyes.

“I will do what I have to do.”

He finished the meeting.

Wang Wiryong would follow Roman Dmitry from now on, and they would continue to investigate Dark Shadow.

Wang Wiryong led the way.

He was guiding Roman Dmitry, but an official who was passing by saw Wang Wiryong and quickly ran over.

“Greetings, Your Majesty!”

It was a natural reaction.

People always bowed when they saw him. Wang Wei-long, the Emperor of China, was used to this.

But Roman Dmitry was standing right in front of him.

But today, people bowed only to Wang Wei-long, and ignored Roman Dmitry completely. Wang Wei-long’s heart sank.

‘Oh, dear.’

Roman Dmitry had said it himself.

That two emperors could not exist under one sky.

Wang Wei-long had seen the deadly intent in those words, so he quickly sent a telepathic message to one of his men.

[Quickly, bow to Emperor Roman Dmitry!]

Pardon?

The man’s eyes widened. He didn’t understand. He was confused because Wang Wei-long didn’t explain.

[You idiot! If you don’t want to lose your head right now, bow to Emperor Roman Dmitry!]

The harsh words shocked him.

The man quickly bowed. He didn’t understand why, but he knew he had to obey.

“I greet His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Roman Dmitry.”

Roman Dmitry ignored what the man said.

That wasn’t the only problem. Every time Wang Wei-long and Roman Dmitry walked by, unaware people would rush over and shout greetings.

“Greetings to His Imperial Majesty!”

“His Imperial Majesty….”

“Your Majesty….”

Each time, Wang Wei-long’s face turned pale.

The once powerful Emperor of China was now very different. He nervously watched Roman Dmitry’s face.

Luckily, Roman Dmitry seemed to understand the situation. But Wang Wei-long knew that if this happened again and again, Dmitry would get angry. So, he decided to teach everyone a lesson as soon as they left.

In the distance, they could see where they were going.

Wang Wei-long tried to lead Roman Dmitry to the very end, but Park Min-woo suddenly appeared and blocked his way.

“From now on, I, Park Min-woo, second-in-command to His Imperial Majesty, will be your guide.”

Wang Wei-long’s face twisted in anger.

The way Park Min-woo glared at him, and the slightly arrogant tilt of his nose, made it clear.

That Park Min-woo was definitely trying to keep him in check. Wang Wei-long knew it instantly.

“Then you can head back now.”

Park Min-woo grinned.

It seemed that Park Min-woo would be very annoying in the days to come.

A few days later, the day of the Second International Conference arrived.

Everyone was there, waiting for Roman Dmitry, who was the main focus of the conference.

Patrice, the President of France, smirked, thinking about what was about to happen.

‘Roman Dmitry, I don’t know how you won over China, but this conference is over for you.’

A few days earlier, Patrice had contacted Wang Wei-long.

He wanted Wang Wei-long to punish Roman Dmitry, but Wang Wei-long refused strongly. It was like he was under a spell.

Patrice had a theory.

China had been trying to take over South Korea, and Roman Dmitry had probably promised his loyalty to China when he was in trouble.

Otherwise, there was no reason for Wang Wei-long to defend South Korea so much.

‘China and the United States are protecting South Korea, but at the international conference, decisions are made by a majority vote. They couldn’t just ignore Roman Dmitry this time, like they did at the first meeting.’

The Maron Church had a clear goal: to punish Roman Dmitry.

Patrice had been working hard. He met with the leaders of Russia, Brazil, Germany, Spain, Italy, and other countries, and convinced them that Roman Dmitry should be punished.

Everyone agreed. Roman Dmitry had proven himself by defeating the SS-rank Vampire Lord, but his power was also frightening.

They feared that Roman Dmitry’s South Korea might become too ambitious if they didn’t control him now. So, countries around the world supported the French government.

There was still some time left. He spoke quietly to Markov, the President of Russia, who was sitting next to him.

“Honestly, isn’t it incredibly arrogant? Not even bothering to show up on time, the man’s practically a criminal!”

“Exactly! You’d think he’d be trying to charm us, wouldn’t you? Show some respect. But no. This is why I have no patience for South Korea. An ’emperor’ acting like this? It’s a recipe for disaster, I tell you.”

“Indeed, President Markov.”

The two were a good match.

Markov also disliked South Korea.

Even though he had no connection to the Maron Church, he still hated Roman Dmitry.

As they were talking loudly, a booming voice echoed from outside the conference room.

“The President of South Korea, Roman Dmitry, is entering.”

They ignored the name ‘Empire of Korea’ and the title ‘Emperor’.

They were openly disrespecting him in front of the world.

Patrice smiled as he looked at the door, but then he saw something shocking.

“Wh-what on earth are you doing?!”

Wang Wei-long, the leader of China, was bowing to Roman Dmitry as he entered.