The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 548

Roman Dmitry thought about the war. If he only wanted to win, it would be easy.

Russia could not defeat Roman Dmitry. But now that the Korean Empire was new, he needed to show something special.

People didn’t really understand how strong Roman Dmitry was. They called him ‘Transcendent Grade,’ but that was just a word. Markov wrongly believed he could beat Roman Dmitry because Russia was a powerful country.

This was because they didn’t know. Because they didn’t know Roman Dmitry’s power, they judged the Korean Empire as weak and made quick, wrong decisions.

That’s why Roman Dmitry had planned everything carefully.

He wanted a perfect ending. He wanted to clearly show the world who was strongest now, in this world where the strong defeat the weak.

So, he visited Moscow.

He accepted the hostility and walked through the crowd.

Two hours sitting across from Markov.

During that time, the whole world was focused here.

The conversation exchanged with Markov was reported in real time, and those who stepped back swallowed hard and watched the clash between Russia and the Korean Empire.

Who will win? If Russia wins, it will prove the dignity of a great power, but on the day the Korean Empire wins, the landscape of the world will truly change.

It was a very risky situation.

Roman Dmitry pushed the situation to the extreme.

When Roman Dmitry told Markov to call the Allied forces, it wasn’t because he was afraid of being alone.

The Maron Church and the forces that follow him.

He didn’t care if they joined Russia because they saw it as a chance.

Even if a large number of Allied forces rushed to Moscow in an hour, Roman Dmitry was willing to face them all.

It was an opportunity to prove himself. He would prove that, by the standards of the current world, they could not dare to look up at him.

In the future, everyone would call him the Emperor of the Korean Empire, not just Korea. So that they would no longer lose their lives due to foolish judgments arising from ignorance.

He revealed his intentions.

He expressed his presence.

The Russian leaders, who did not know that, whispered with anxious eyes while requesting support.

“Is he really going to fight us all? Alone?”

“That can’t be. There are tens of thousands of troops here, and no matter how strong Roman Dmitry is, that is impossible.”

“That’s right. Roman Dmitry clearly has another plan. He may be gathering his forces here and hitting us in the back of the head, or he may be mobilizing the United States, which has not yet moved, to do something. Whatever the plan, a one-to-many fight will not happen. Isn’t that not a matter of possibility?”

10 minutes.

20 minutes.

30 minutes.

As time passed, people’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

They believed in common sense, denied reality, and thought that Roman Dmitry would not make a decision to end his own life unless he was crazy.

And finally…

An hour had passed.

In this space where so many people were gathered, a silence fell that was so deep, one could hear the heartbeat of the person next to them.

Attention was focused.

Just in time for Markov to come out, Roman Dmitry rose from his seat.

They doubted it.

Everyone thought it wasn’t true.

They thought he would take back the words he had spoken, this time.

However…

“One hour. Now the promised time is over.”

Roman Dmitry drew his sword.

People were stunned.

This crazy man had finally made the decision to face Russia’s forces alone.

No more words were needed.

An hour had passed.

Roman Dmitry drew his sword.

It was the fulfillment of a promise.

The moment he revealed his will to face everyone alone, the soldiers lined up rushed in simultaneously.

“Attack!”

“Kill Roman Dmitry!”

“Die!”

It was a spectacle.

They rushed in from all directions.

The soldiers roared as they charged, like a wave crashing against the shore. They came from everywhere, a sea of angry faces and flashing steel. Roman Dmitry did not move from his seat, keeping his eyes fixed on Markov.

A suffocating tension arose.

The crowd revealed an intense murderous intent to swallow a human being, but he showed a calm expression as if he was unrelated to this situation.

“Markov. Everything that happens from now on is the result of your choice.”

He spat out the words.

He turned his body.

Faced with the numerous enemies rushing right in front of him, Roman Dmitry kicked off the ground and plunged into their midst.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

The heads of the soldiers who rushed in first soared into the sky, and when the soldiers who followed behind confirmed the scene, their chests were indiscriminately torn apart.

Screams of pain filled the air as Roman Dmitry crushed their heads and cut down the enemy in front of him.

He blocked it, but only just.

The soldier was cut in half along with his sword, his body falling apart on both sides of his sword.

Blood splattered in all directions.

The soldier who attacked first lost his head instantly. Soldiers on both sides had limbs severed – an arm here, a leg there.

Screaming in pain and rolling on the floor, they were trampled to death by the raging crowd.

The same was true for the soldier attacking from above. As he jumped up bravely and slammed his head down, Roman Dmitry snatched his head with one hand.

“Hu, heok!”

It was an incredible grip.

In front of everyone, Roman Dmitry’s grip crushed his head.

Blood droplets flowed from his hand.

He did not shake it off.

With his hand soaked in blood, he switched his sword and moved his steps again towards the soldiers.

One step.

Two steps.

The soldiers were agitated.

At that moment, as they looked at each other, he suddenly appeared in front of the soldiers on the third step.

Heads exploded.

Limbs were torn apart.

He was clearly watching Roman Dmitry’s movements, but what was reflected in his frightened eyes was a terrifying figure covered in blood.

Only then did people face the truth. Roman Dmitry was not simply making threatening remarks.

The statement he proposed to Markov did not include a ‘special intention’, but literally revealed his intention to face the entire Russia alone.

Corpses piled up.

In a situation where soldiers were dying helplessly, Russia’s S-class hunters also joined the battle.

“Deal with him calmly!”

“Roman Dmitry is a transcendent-level master. If we attack rashly, we may be the ones who get hurt.”

They spread out in all directions.

A master who secured S-class with magic created a tremendous wind, and at the same time, S-class hunters using melee weapons attacked from all directions.

Of course, they pushed in the general soldiers first. While using them as bait, the S-class hunters tried to attack Roman Dmitry’s weakness.

And…

“Blood Teeth.”

Vladimir unleashed his power: Blood Teeth. The blood on the ground twisted and rose, forming into sharp, monstrous teeth that lunged at Roman Dmitry.

It was a situation that would make your eyes spin.

The magic falling from above was S-class magic that could simultaneously annihilate hundreds of people, and the S-class hunters rushing in from among the soldiers also unfolded their ultimate skills that even ordinary S-classes could not stop.

One against many.

He perfectly used the situation.

Because Roman Dmitry’s strength was an unknown world, there was no hesitation in pushing him like this.

The sword stretched into the sky.

He cut off the magic.

The magic exploded into pure energy, sending shockwaves like falling meteors.

The soldiers were swept away.

A cloud of dust rose thickly, and Roman Dmitry appeared through it, then cut down the soldiers and blew off the head of the S-class hunter in an instant.

It was a pointless death. The S-class hunter used his full power, but like the soldiers, he could not even react to Roman Dmitry’s attack.

Blood Teeth were also completely blocked.

They rushed in at angles and speeds that humans could not react to, but they disappeared in an instant without knowing what they had done.

It was strange.

It was so strange.

Looking at Roman Dmitry continuing to kill the soldiers, Vladimir knew the identity of the strangeness.

‘He is intentionally not using his full power.’

It was certain.

Roman Dmitry was not using the powerful force that had defeated the Vampire Lord in one blow at all.

Most people think in normal ways. They use common sense. But Roman Dmitry was not normal. He had defeated the Vampire Lord with a power that was hard to understand. People knew he was strong, but they couldn’t truly grasp *how* strong.

The idea of a ‘Transcendence Grade’ didn’t really capture who Roman Dmitry was. People used words like ‘strong’ and ‘powerful’ to describe him, but these words were too small to truly capture what he was.

They knew he was strong.

But could he handle a great power all alone?

Normal thinking said no.

If a great nation used all its power, even the Vampire Lord couldn’t win. That’s what people believed.

But their usual understanding was wrong.

Ignorance caused problems.

Roman Dmitry had defeated the Vampire Lord.

Russia’s power could probably defeat the Vampire Lord.

So, they thought they could deal with Roman Dmitry easily. This was a mistake made by people who had never seen anything truly extraordinary.

So, they held back their full power.

They didn’t show their full strength.

Ordinary people couldn’t understand how powerful the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art was. So, Roman Dmitry chose to show them something brutal to make them understand.

He could have defeated hundreds or even thousands of soldiers at once. But he didn’t. Instead, he chose to cut off arms and heads. He did this on purpose.

He could have called in the Korean Empire’s troops, but he didn’t. He faced Russia’s full power alone, in a battle the whole world was watching.

The air around Roman Dmitry seemed to thicken. Soldiers felt a sudden chill, even in the heat of battle.

Vladimir’s eyes went wide, darting around like a cornered animal. He, who had always been the hunter, now felt like the prey. A cold dread washed over him.

*This is no ordinary man,* he thought, his pride crumbling. *This is a monster. We cannot win.*

However.

He had already gone too far.

The battle for their lives had begun.

Vladimir knew what was coming, but he still gathered his magic power and used his best skill.

“Blood Rain.”

Rumble.

Blood droplets floated in the air.

They formed dark clouds. From these red clouds, red raindrops fell, tearing apart human flesh.

Wham wham wham wham!

“Kraaah!”

“Aargh!”

He didn’t care about his allies’ screams.

Roman Dmitry.

He only needed to defeat that one man.

But the raindrops disappeared as soon as they touched Roman Dmitry. Without even looking at Vladimir, Roman Dmitry cut down a soldier, then another. After cutting down more than a dozen soldiers, he suddenly appeared in front of Vladimir.

He exploded with magic power. He tried to protect himself by creating a pool of blood, but an attack without any special skills tore his body apart.

Shocked, Vladimir gritted his teeth and used his Blood Escape skill.

‘Division.’

Pop.

His body was torn apart.

He turned into hundreds of blood droplets, trying to escape.

But.

“…This, this can’t be happening.”

Flash.

Papatapat.

All hundreds of blood droplets were pierced. Even if one droplet had escaped, he could have lived. But all of them were pierced, and Vladimir’s magic power vanished instantly.

Russia’s best fighter, known for killing tens of thousands of monsters with his blood powers, couldn’t last even a minute against Roman Dmitry, who wasn’t even using the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art.

There was nothing special about it.

As if it were the most natural thing, Roman Dmitry defeated Vladimir and then looked back at the soldiers.

‘A clear example. This one war will end all arguments.’

Splurt.

Dark red blood sprayed across the ground, painting the snow crimson.

Tens of thousands of soldiers.

He killed and killed again.

Even though it seemed endless, he continued the massacre as if he would never stop.

The scene was burned into their minds.

The sight of Roman Dmitry rampaging through the soldiers was too much for people to handle.

He was covered in blood.

His hair was soaked in blood.

He had become a completely blood-red figure, but the sword, gleaming in the sunlight, showed its perfect form.

When he had killed more than ten thousand people.

“…This, this isn’t right.”

“We can’t win.”

“M-Monster!”

The soldiers hesitated and retreated.

From that moment on, they couldn’t move forward anymore.

Only 30 minutes.

It only took that much time for people to accept the extraordinary.

Markov’s face was shocked.

He couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t understand how Russia was losing.

‘This isn’t right. It doesn’t make sense for Russia to lose.’

He retreated, stumbling.

His face was pale and frightened, but he kept ordering attacks in a trembling voice.

“A-Attack! Kill Roman Dmitry!”

But.

No one listened.

Now that all the S-class hunters had been killed, there was no one to lead the ordinary soldiers. Markov’s shouts meant nothing. The soldiers only cared about whether they could win.

Having seen Roman Dmitry’s monstrous power, they couldn’t bring themselves to pick up their weapons and charge forward.

Thud thud.

Roman Dmitry walked towards Markov.

Everyone moved out of his way.

No one stopped him.

With each step, the soldiers looked away, trying to ignore the bloodstains on the ground.

Death was coming.

Markov, backing away, fell on his backside.

Realizing he couldn’t escape, he quickly knelt down and said desperately.

“N-No! Wait! I surrender! Russia… Russia gives up! We will be your vassal state! Just… just spare us!”

He accepted the truth.

It was over.

Roman Dmitry was a predator.

Knowing there was no hope, he begged for his life.

Towering.

Roman Dmitry stopped walking.

Looking down at Markov, he said coldly.

“Markov. Pick up your sword. In this world where only the strong survive, prove that you believe in your choice.”

“No, how dare I draw my sword against His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry. Please, just once, show mercy. Like China and the United States, Russia will side with the Korean Empire.”

He begged and pleaded.

There was no other way to live.

He was truly pathetic.

When he thought he was strong, he did terrible things. But when the situation changed, he begged for mercy.

Roman Dmitry looked around at the people and said.

“You felt sorry for Markov. But I am not killing all of you because the war is over, and you were not the ones making the decisions. Russia will now be a vassal state. You must obey the Korean Empire, and this country will not be independent.”

Shock spread.

Defeat.

He spoke the truth.

Faced with the future, the soldiers looked shaken.

“However, under my rule, you will be safe. Even though you are a vassal state, I will not take away your freedom. So, choose. Risk your lives and follow Markov to the end, or accept a new future.”

It didn’t make sense.

A vassal state, but freedom will not be taken away.

A vassal state, but safety will be guaranteed.

But even if it was just words, it helped them decide.

In this chaotic world, the promise of freedom and safety was very appealing.

Plop.

Plop plop plop.

“I surrender.”

“I will follow His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry.”

One by one, they dropped their weapons.

What started with a few brave people quickly spread. Tens of thousands of soldiers all dropped their weapons and said they would surrender.

They also didn’t want war.

Some truly supported Markov’s goals, but most didn’t. That was the cruel truth of war.

Markov felt like he was going crazy.

Russia.

The great power he had worked so hard to build was falling apart.

When Roman Dmitry turned to look at him, Markov screamed at the top of his lungs.

“T-This is absurd! Roman Dmitry! If you kill me, the world will not forgive you! No matter how strong you are, you cannot fight the whole world! So, stop! If you stop now, I won’t blame you! So, please stop, you bastard!”

He approached.

With each step, Markov looked more insane.

Click.

He raised his sword.

He aimed it at Markov’s head, then lifted it slightly and said coldly.

“In this world where only the strong survive, the threats of the weak mean nothing. If you wanted to live, you should have been stronger than me, or you shouldn’t have shown your teeth.”

In front of everyone.

Like that.

“You die because you are weaker than me.”

Flash.

Thwack.

He blew Markov’s head off.