The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 552

Wang Wi-ryong looked at the empty space where Park Min-woo had been.

Wang Wi-ryong gazed at the sky with a devastated expression.

He had been completely defeated.

He fell to his knees, shocked. He knew that, as he was now, he had no chance of winning.

‘The White-Clad Sorcerer. He saw right through my swordsmanship,’ he thought.

This man was his enemy.

This wasn’t just losing a fight. Park Min-woo had figured out how the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique worked and beaten Wang Wi-ryong badly.

This made him feel incredibly sad.

The fact that his entire power was in the palm of his opponent’s hand drove Wang Wi-ryong to charge in fury, yet he couldn’t even touch Park Min-woo.

He didn’t know Park Min-woo’s truth.

That it was a fight he was destined to lose.

He was, quite literally, an enemy, and Wang Wi-ryong, who knew no bounds, had his wings clipped once again, following Roman Dmitry.

It was different from when he had lost to Roman Dmitry.

Back then, he had accepted defeat as natural because his opponent was Chunma Baek Joong-hyuk, but now, the moments he had experienced felt like a dream.

How on earth did Park Min-woo know the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique?

Roman Dmitry might have taught him, but the truth was, that sort of truth didn’t matter at all.

He had been defeated.

That was the reality.

Whether he had been taught or not, Wang Wi-ryong knew he had to accept the miserable defeat he had suffered at the hands of Park Min-woo.

And though he couldn’t be sure, Park Min-woo hadn’t given his all.

Even with blood streaming from his head, his expression showed no desperation or urgency; he had consistently led their duel from start to finish.

He was completely beaten, but he felt Park Min-woo was even stronger. This made Wang Wi-ryong think.

‘I was like a frog in a well,’ he thought. ‘I thought my world was everything, but I was wrong.’

Long ago.

He had heard about the White-Clad Sorcerer.

During that time when he was called the hero of South Korea, Wang Wi-ryong hadn’t paid much attention to his actions.

Why?

Because he didn’t see him as an obstacle to his ambition.

Wang Wi-ryong, who thought of himself as the best in the world, was certain that when the day came to realize his ambition, no one would stand in his way.

But now, he saw it was just a foolish thought.

Even if he excluded the extraordinary existence of Roman Dmitry, hadn’t he been defeated by the White-Clad Sorcerer like this?

One could never know in this world.

Like the White-Clad Sorcerer, there might be other strong individuals he didn’t know about.

He accepted reality.

He accepted his current position.

He was just one strong individual.

In the future, following Roman Dmitry, he knew he must not think too highly of himself. If he did, he would become weaker, not stronger.

‘If Roman Dmitry, His Imperial Majesty, hadn’t appeared before me, I would have tried to conquer the continent without knowing any better, only to be crushed by the miserable reality. Perhaps it’s fortunate. That I realized the reality even now,’ he thought.

He gritted his teeth.

He struggled to his feet.

It was then.

A familiar voice came from right beside him.

“…Lord, My Lord.”

Xiao Long.

He was looking at Wang Wi-ryong with a shocked expression.

Wang Wi-ryong and Park Min-woo fought. While they fought, Xiao Long and the guards waited anxiously.

The situation was unusual.

They heard explosions in the distance, but they didn’t make the mistake of going to find him without permission, as Wang Wi-ryong had ordered.

After a while, everything became quiet.

Xiao Long swallowed hard.

He prayed that the man approaching from afar would be Wang Wi-ryong.

But it was Park Min-woo.

The White-Clad Sorcerer was walking towards them with a blood-stained face.

He spotted Xiao Long and grinned.

“Listen up, you. Behave yourself from now on, or you’ll regret it.”

At those words, his heart sank.

The fact that Park Min-woo had returned alone, and that he was showing such a confident expression towards them, meant that he had won the conflict with Wang Wi-ryong.

He wanted to cut off Park Min-woo’s head right away, but he had to take care of his lord, who wasn’t following behind.

“Damn it.”

He kicked off the ground.

He rushed to find him.

Anxious thoughts filled his head, but Xiao Long tried hard to deny that such a thing could happen. Who was Wang Wi-ryong? A legendary figure who had conquered China as a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Cult.

Xiao Long, who had inherited martial arts in the same way, sincerely acknowledged Wang Wi-ryong’s strength and swore allegiance to him.

Could Wang Wi-ryong, the hope of the martial world, really be beaten by someone who acted so rude and like a common fighter?

He acknowledged Roman Dmitry.

Kneeling before the master of the Demonic Heavenly Cult was natural, but the White-Clad Sorcerer had crossed the line.

He denied reality.

He couldn’t accept reality.

However, when he arrived at the scene, he found his idol sprawled on the ground.

“…Lord, My Lord.”

It was as he had feared.

Wang Wi-ryong had been defeated.

He couldn’t say a word.

Seeing Xiao Long staring blankly, Wang Wi-ryong smiled self-deprecatingly and said.

“I was defeated by the White-Clad Sorcerer. The condition of the duel was that the loser would acknowledge defeat and serve the victor as the second-in-command to Roman Dmitry, His Imperial Majesty. Xiao Long, I will fulfill the deal. The White-Clad Sorcerer is the second-in-command of the Daehan Empire, and from now on, we must treat him accordingly.”

“…Does that mean you are willingly accepting defeat?”

“No.”

His eyes turned fierce.

Defeat.

He acknowledged it.

But accepting reality was different from the future ahead.

“I accept the result, but this will be the only time I am defeated. This opportunity has made me realize that I am like a frog in a well. I, who spoke of conquering the continent, was nothing but a trivial existence, and there is no knowing how many strong individuals like the White-Clad Sorcerer exist in this world. In the Demonic Heavenly Cult, those who become too satisfied with themselves get weaker. Therefore, I will rise above this defeat and reclaim my place.”

Defeat is a bitter pill, swallowed differently by each person. For some, it brings despair, a reason to give up. For others, it’s a challenge to overcome. Wang Wiryong was the latter. He used defeat like food, something to make him stronger. He had no intention of letting Park Minwoo take the important position beside Roman Dmitry in the new Demonic Cult.

That seat.

It belonged to Wang Wiryong.

The Wang family, who had upheld the meaning of the mural for a long time, was qualified to stand by Roman Dmitry’s side.

Only then did Xiaolong say with a relieved expression.

“I will also become stronger. I will definitely become stronger so that I do not become a burden to the Lord, who will become the second-in-command of the Demonic Cult.”

Leaving the two figures from China behind.

Park Minwoo moved with light steps.

He wondered why the sky was so blue today, and a giggle escaped his lips, light and airy like the breeze itself.

Wang Wiryong.

Park Minwoo felt he had finally dealt with him. Wang Wiryong’s eyes had been full of anger, not like someone who would give up easily. But for now, Park Minwoo had decided who was in charge.

If he challenged him later, he could just defeat him again.

What was important to him was that Roman Dmitry’s side was his, and no one could claim the position of second-in-command in his place.

He saw people passing by.

Normally, people would recognize the White-Clothed Magician first, but this time, Park Minwoo approached them first.

“Excuse me, do you happen to know Wang Wiryong?”

“Yes, that’s right. The Chairman of China. The first person people mention when discussing the greatest swordsman on the continent. I just defeated Wang Wiryong. This Park Minwoo defeated Wang Wiryong and proved that he is the second-in-command of the Great Han Empire, following His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry!”

“Haha, he’s nothing special. The Great Han Empire has me, Park Minwoo, so why would Wang Wiryong be a big deal?”

He couldn’t wait to tell everyone.

To spread the rumor as much as possible, Park Minwoo made a point of saying things he didn’t have to say whenever he met people.

People were shocked.

The battle between Park Minwoo and Wang Wiryong.

It was big news.

If Park Minwoo was unknown, it would be one thing, but people thought that someone like the White-Clothed Magician wouldn’t be spreading nonsense.

The rumor spread quickly. Every time he saw people whispering, Park Minwoo’s steps became lighter and lighter, and he felt like he was flying above the clouds.

Then.

One person said this.

“If that’s true, are you going to be okay? Wang Wiryong is not the type to just back down after a defeat. There were many obstacles when he unified China, but each time, he showed he was like a viper, never giving up and always attacking back.”

One person’s words.

It was annoying.

His light steps gradually slowed down, and he stopped walking in a secluded space and fell into thought.

“Yeah, there’s no way that bastard would just give up. He’s definitely going to do everything he can to get back at me. If we’re just competing in strength, it wouldn’t be a problem, but the problem is that there’s a strong connection called ‘Demonic Cult’ between His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry and Wang Wiryong. Just like this world prioritizes school ties, blood ties, and regional ties, a single problem might threaten my position.”

Anxiety grew more and more.

Now that he had defeated Wang Wiryong.

He needed to make sure Wang Wiryong was truly defeated.

A special weapon that only he could wield, to deal with the connection to Wang Wiryong through the Demonic Cult.

‘Yes, that’s it!’

He had a flash of inspiration.

Before putting the plan into action, Park Minwoo first summoned Baekil.

The magicians of Baekil.

They gathered in one place.

Park Minwoo told them his thoughts.

“As you know, Baekil has been officially selected as His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry’s personal guard today. We are the face of the Great Han Empire and will be evaluated as beings who prove the status of His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry.”

Until now, Baekil had pursued justice.

However, since meeting Roman Dmitry, Park Minwoo had subtly brainwashed them that Roman Dmitry was justice.

“His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry saved this world. He solved the Great Disaster and punished the evil Russia. What should we do for him? We must become stronger. We must become stronger than we are now. In particular, we must never be pushed back by the ‘Chinese forces’. The Great Han Empire must be evaluated as having a strong force with Baekil, composed of native Koreans, and it would be humiliating if China was evaluated as the best force in the Great Han Empire. I will teach you advanced magic from now on. If you trust and follow me, you will definitely become stronger than you are now!”

“For the Great Han Empire!”

“We will continue to do our best to follow you!”

Everyone was enthusiastic.

A believable reason.

The magicians of Baekil were completely immersed in it.

In fact, Park Minwoo had never sincerely taught Baekil while running it.

He had thought that there was no need to do so until now, but things changed since a definite cause called Roman Dmitry was created.

Baekil was entirely his force. In order to counter Wang Wiryong’s China, it was necessary to increase their strength, and the members of Baekil had enough room to develop.

Especially.

‘Jang Yuntae. He’s not a bad talent……’

One man caught his eye.

He made mistakes because he wasn’t very good with people, but when it came to magical talent alone, Jang Yuntae was the best in Baekil.

Actually, it wasn’t bad.

He only made mistakes because he was trying hard, and Jang Yuntae was a man who showed his sincerity because he was fascinated by his own power.

Besides, when he thought about it, knowing that he was more of a jerk than he thought was also an advantage.

Unlike other people, he could teach him black magic, which was Alexander’s power.

‘Yeah. I’ll watch him for a bit, and it wouldn’t be bad to raise him as a rival to guys like Xiaolong.’

He sent the magicians of Baekil back.

Now that he was ready in his mind.

It was time to put the plan he had thought of in advance into action.

It might be nothing to other people, but Park Minwoo wanted something to show everyone that things were changing.

The building he arrived at.

It was the Incheon government.

There was also a department there that handled city administration, and Park Minwoo suddenly visited that place.

Buzz buzz.

“It’s the White-Clothed Magician.”

“What brings the White-Clothed Magician here?”

People’s attention was focused.

Who was the White-Clothed Magician?

A hero of the Great Han Empire.

A magician representing the Great Han Empire.

He was a figure who had made great contributions in this war as well, so people moved their gaze along with Park Minwoo’s steps.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

And he confidently said to the employee across the counter.

“I’ve come to change my name.”

People’s eyes widened.

A name change.

This was a really unexpected situation.