The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 556

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The sound of hammering echoed. It was a repeated motion, over and over.

With each powerful strike of his hammer, Roman Dmitry focused only on the steel. Everything else around him seemed to disappear.

He was in a state of perfect focus.

Even the best artisans dreamed of achieving such a state, but Roman Dmitry could enter this focused state whenever he wanted.

He shut out the world, concentrating solely on the task at hand.

Clang!

Past life and present life, he had hammered steel countless times.

Roman Dmitry realized that the technology in his current life was not as good as in his past life. But he didn’t think it was because the people were different.

Hendrick, Dmitry’s master blacksmith, and Park Gwang-deok, the greatest artisan of the Great Han Empire, were both skilled and dedicated. The difference between them wasn’t about skill or hard work.

Both were great artisans who had spent their lives hammering. But even though they worked equally hard, there was a big difference between them.

It was a difference in culture and background.

In Hendrick’s world, making steel was important. But in Park Gwang-deok’s world, it was less important because of new inventions like guns.

So, making weapons from steel wasn’t seen as important in a world with guns.

Maybe Park Gwang-deok was even more amazing. He kept hammering even when people didn’t care about his work, before the world changed.

But that’s not the main point.

The real reason for the difference was how well they understood something called ‘mana.’ Mana was like a magical energy in his past world.

His past life understood mana.

They had developed aura and magic, and they knew a lot about mana. All of that knowledge was put into making swords.

Blacksmiths thought about making swords that could use mana, not just making iron weapons.

The technology had a lot of problems at first, just like in his current life. But it got much better in Dmitry’s time.

And in that world, there was a lot of mana.

Even if Dmitry’s artisans couldn’t ‘use’ mana, their actions were filled with it.

‘The artisans in this life live in a world where technology can’t grow easily. Mana is rare, so they have to try to add mana when they make weapons. They don’t really understand mana itself. Maybe if they keep going like this for hundreds of years, they might become as good as Dmitry’s time, starting with artisans like Park Gwang-deok. They’re not bad at what they do, but they’re limited by what’s possible right now.’

Clang!

Technology revolution.

He was making things happen faster.

Roman Dmitry wanted to bring the technology that took many years to develop in his past life to his current life.

Was it to help the Great Han Empire become strong again?

Yes, but there was another reason inside Dmitry.

‘I want to rule this world. Before, I just wanted to rule, but now I really want it. I hope that nothing will stop me from bringing that world here. I hope that the strong people in this world won’t try to get in my way. I really hope so.’

Clang!

His desire grew stronger.

Even though he felt strong emotions, Roman Dmitry hammered calmly and steadily.

He was doing things the right way.

He usually used the Divine Flame Art and worked more powerfully, but he wanted to show the artisans a technology that they could learn.

He didn’t think they could learn it just by watching once.

But what they saw would be the base for the Great Han Empire in the future.

To make a strong country, Park Gwang-deok and the artisans needed to become a strong base.

Just like there were blacksmiths in Dmitry.

There would be artisans in the Great Han Empire.

Roman Dmitry intentionally moved mana, showing a new way of working that was right for his current life.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of hammer strikes. A day, two days, three days, time passed quickly.

After a week had passed.

Fssssss.

Roman Dmitry finally stopped hammering.

Park Gwang-deok and the artisans had been thinking for the past week.

‘Even if His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry didn’t ask us to, we would try to understand how his technology works by watching him. It’s not just one day, but a whole week. That’s enough time for us, who have worked in the smithy our whole lives.’

They were determined.

When Roman Dmitry started working, they were ready to watch every single thing he did.

And so.

Clang!

The work began.

“Wow.”

“Heuh.”

Everyone was amazed from the start.

They thought that Roman Dmitry’s work would be based on special skills, but he was doing things in a very normal way. It was something that any artisan could do.

Instead of making something quickly with skills, he spent time and effort, slowly creating the result with many repeated hammer strikes.

It looked different.

Roman Dmitry was an artisan just like them.

They had judged him by his appearance, but he was actually showing a way of working that only a true artisan could do.

Each time he hammered, they could feel how many years he had spent working.

They felt the years of his life. How much Roman Dmitry had struggled to create a single sword overwhelmed them.

They knew it.

They had to admit it.

From then on, the artisans weren’t trying to learn something. They were just completely amazed by what was happening.

Flash.

Fwoooosh.

Inside the flames.

The artisans saw something strange.

Red mana, like shimmering dust, rose from the furnace and was drawn into the steel as if by an invisible force.

When Roman Dmitry struck the steel, the mana exploded and then went back into the steel.

Repeated hammering.

Repeated explosion of mana.

Park Gwang-deok’s pupils trembled.

At first, he didn’t understand what he was seeing, but then he realized what it meant.

‘…To make the mana of nature fill the steel with just one hammer strike. That’s it. Even without using a special skill, even without stopping while making the weapon. The way to make a perfect weapon that can use mana and is also a perfect iron weapon is this! Because the iron weapon naturally accepts mana, His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry’s sword could have two strengths at once.’

He admired it.

At the same time, he felt despair.

It might seem simple to explain, but being able to control mana so easily was impossible without using skills.

The people in his current life only used mana through skills.

They didn’t understand and control mana, but mana only came with the use of skills.

He was confused.

“This is unbelievable!” Park Kwang-duk whispered, his eyes wide. Around him, the other artisans reacted the same way.

One man stumbled back, as if pushed. “W-What… what is this?” he stammered.

Another artisan, older and usually calm, breathed out, “The greatest art ever!”

“Ah…” A collective sigh went through the group.

They were completely spellbound. Their eyes were glued to Roman Dmitry, and they forgot everything else.

They forgot their purpose.

Instead of learning how, they just wanted to see Roman Dmitry, even for a short moment.

Only then did they understand Roman Dmitry’s intention.

You couldn’t learn his work just by watching. The technique of using mana was only one step.

Even after that, you had to do many more things to finish the sword.

Artisans who didn’t know mana could not copy his work. They didn’t even understand the basics.

The sun set, and the sun rose again.

People tried their best not to leave.

They saw a new age of technology beginning.

They knew Roman Dmitry was starting a new time, so they wanted to remember every bit of this important moment.

Thus, a week passed.

When he finally stopped hammering…

Fssssssss.

“Your Imperial Majesty, please accept us.”

Led by Park Kwang-duk, the artisans bowed their heads together and shouted their loyalty.

Park Kwang-duk said.

“While watching Your Imperial Majesty’s work, I realized we only knew half the story about making mana weapons. Humanity is in danger. We knew our weapon skills were not perfect, but we ignored this problem. Please teach us your ways. The artisans of the Artisan Association, including me, really want to learn the techniques that we can’t learn just by watching. If you teach us a new way, I will give my life to the Great Han Empire and to you, Emperor Roman Dmitry.”

“Please accept us.”

The desire to learn spread.

The artisans looked up to Roman Dmitry.

The moment they saw him as an artisan, not just the Emperor, they wanted to give him everything.

They were citizens of the Great Han Empire, and artisans who had given their whole lives to their craft.

To them, Roman Dmitry was the best there was.

Seeing their strong desire, Roman Dmitry said.

“I know how important artisans are for making weapons. No matter how good you are with a sword, it’s useless if your weapon can’t cut through a monster’s skin. In this new time, in this crazy world, you are more important than you think. I, Roman Dmitry, will make sure artisans are valued. I will show how important you are.”

Dmitry.

The Great Han Empire.

They made a connection.

Just as Dmitry had built a strong base with his crafting skills, he hoped the artisans would be the base of the Great Han Empire.

Park Kwang-duk and the artisans looked very moved.

They were known as artisans, but no one had ever talked about their value as much as Roman Dmitry.

People who make weapons.

That was all.

Roman Dmitry was different.

Having lived before, he knew how important artisans were.

Emotion filled them.

Everyone looked up to him, and Roman Dmitry spoke of a new future for them.

“In one month, we will have a technology show, inviting all the countries of the world. Like you are now, people will admire the technology of the Great Han Empire, but they won’t be able to copy it. That will be the start of the technology change. With you leading the way, our country will change in a big way.”

A bright future.

He made them the stars of the show.

Park Kwang-duk and the artisans were so moved they couldn’t speak. They thought they would never forget this moment when they were valued.

At that time, the Great Han Empire was going through big changes.

Wang Wiryong was busy training.

After losing to Park Min-woo, who had changed his name to Kim Pan-seok, he spent more time training than on politics.

Today was the same.

He swung his sword until he was soaked in sweat. He wiped his face with a towel his assistant gave him and saw Xiaolong waiting.

“What is it?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“Speak.”

He took a water bottle.

While he drank, he heard Xiaolong’s voice.

“There was a small thing that happened in the Great Han Empire. A man named Park Cheol-min, who works for the Incheon government, went to Miracle, a repair shop in Seoul, to fix his sword. The sword he got is so good that it’s amazing the whole Artisan Association. It turns out Emperor Roman Dmitry made the sword himself. There’s a strange feeling between the government and the Artisan Association.”

“…A sword made by His Imperial Majesty himself?”

“Yes.”

He stopped suddenly.

Wang Wiryong stopped what he was doing.

He had his men watch the Great Han Empire because he was very loyal to Roman Dmitry.

He wanted to be the first to help if anything happened.

As someone from the Cheonma Shin-gyo, he really wanted to show his loyalty, even if Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk didn’t ask him to.

Then, he heard about the Artisan Association.

It was something he could have ignored, but Wang Wiryong felt shocked.

‘The Sword of Cheonma.’

His eyes widened.

His father.

When his father told him old stories, one was very special.

“Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk was also a great artisan. When he was about to face something important, he would make a sword that fit him. The 39 swords he made were called the Swords of Cheonma and were seen as the best treasures. They are all lost now, but I always wanted to use the Sword of Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk and use the Cheonma Sword Technique.”

He felt a shiver.

His father’s dream!

Listening to the story, he also wanted it so much!

He had forgotten for a moment.

Because Roman Dmitry was suddenly there, he didn’t think about the ‘Sword of Cheonma’ recently.

But Xiaolong’s report reminded him. At the same time, he felt angry and jealous.

He had always wanted to use the Sword of Cheonma, but Park Cheol-min got it without knowing how great it was.

He became greedy.

Supplies.

Some might not think it’s worth much because it was a supply, but Wang Wiryong didn’t think so.

One month before the technology show.

“Get a teleport magic circle ready to go to the Great Han Empire right now. I have to meet Park Cheol-min.”