The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 585

Whispers followed Roman Dmitry everywhere. He was trying to find out who had turned against humanity. Again and again, one name came up.

“Please, don’t hurt me! I was just asked to do it by the Shadow Realm,” someone begged.

“I admit I got orders from the Absolute,” another cried. “But the Shadow Realm told me it was for the good of humanity! If I knew it was wrong, I would never have betrayed anyone!”

“Why are you only punishing us, the chosen ones?” another voice shouted. “The Shadow Realm was here long before we were!”

Shadow Realm.

They were no longer just a rumor. They were real.

Roman Dmitry wasn’t surprised by this “Shadow Realm.” He had heard about them from important people like Sebastian and Markov. They said Shadow Realm had been strong for a long time.

If they wanted to save humanity, why stay hidden? The fighters who protect the world now use something called the ‘system’. But Shadow Realm’s power came from ancient martial arts, passed down through generations.

This meant something important.

If Shadow Realm had shared these martial arts twenty years ago, humanity could have been much stronger against the Absolute.

It’s true that other powerful people also kept their skills secret. But Shadow Realm was different. They were said to be descendants of an emperor who destroyed a powerful group of martial artists long ago.

They knew all these ancient fighting techniques. But they kept them secret, acted in the shadows, and their reasons were unclear.

If you thought that Shadow Realm was working *for* the Absolute, everything started to make sense. Their strange actions, like helping the Maron Church, even though they were strong, suddenly had a reason.

Shadow Realm was dangerous to humanity.

That’s what Roman Dmitry believed.

He planned to catch them by using Park Gi-tae to find them.

“My plan is based on this idea: Shadow Realm is with the Absolute,” Roman Dmitry explained. “If humanity fights a big war against the Absolute, Shadow Realm can’t stay hidden anymore. They will have to choose. Will they help the Absolute destroy us, or will they help humanity fight back? We will see their true colors then.”

It was a moment of decision for Shadow Realm.

Roman Dmitry was forcing them into the open.

“Park Gi-tae,” Roman Dmitry said. “When Shadow Realm has to choose, I will make myself an easy target. Tell everyone through our spies that I will be waiting. Even if it’s obvious, if Shadow Realm is really working for the Absolute, they will have to attack me. That’s how they will show what they truly are.”

*Thump.*

He set the trap.

He announced: 49 days.

Roman Dmitry went into his training room and closed the door. He used his Demonic Divine Art to clear his mind and focus. At the same time, he became aware of everything around him.

As soon as Shadow Realm, these ‘rats,’ dared to come close, he would destroy them.

He hid himself, waiting.

He controlled his anger.

The night was dark, with only a sliver of moon. The darkness felt heavy and deep.

Hate came at him from everywhere.

It was a terrible feeling, especially from people who were supposed to be on the same side, people who wanted peace for humanity.

Roman Dmitry felt many people nearby.

Their plan was clear.

They wanted to kill Roman Dmitry and give his life to the Absolute, who saw humans as nothing more than insects.

*They* didn’t want to fight the Absolute. *They* just wanted to get rid of Roman Dmitry.

Darkness seemed to spread. The little moonlight that was left was swallowed by the shadows. Roman Dmitry felt the burning hatred and pulled out his sword.

*Clang.*

Roman Dmitry thought it was pathetic.

And disgusting.

It reminded him of how people used to be afraid of powerful martial artists in the past. They were so scared, they destroyed everything related to martial arts. Now, they were doing the same thing again.

They were ignoring the real danger, the Absolute. They didn’t even consider that Roman Dmitry might be able to fight back.

No talking.

No trying to understand.

They just attacked.

Roman Dmitry had every reason to just kill them all without another word.

“Kill him!” someone yelled.

*Flash!*

*Tap tap tap tap!*

Magic and skills rushed towards him from all sides.

As soon as he felt their power, Roman Dmitry moved. He cut through their attacks.

*Flash.*

*Crack!*

Anyone who touched his sword was instantly cut apart.

He sliced off the head of one attacker, then ripped through the arms and legs of another.

He wasn’t using his special Demonic Divine Swordsmanship. He was just fighting with his own strength and skill, showing them what a real warrior could do.

“Flare!”

“Chain Lightning!”

*Whoosh.*

*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Magic exploded around him.

Dust flew up in a thick cloud. But Roman Dmitry moved like lightning, pushing through the dust and reaching the wizards.

*Thud.*

Heads rolled.

He cut through a shield as if it were paper, and those wizards who tried to teleport away with Blink found him right behind them, his sword already swinging.

Their last thought was of his blade. As the wizards fell, blood spraying, the remaining attackers rushed forward, throwing themselves at him like they didn’t care about living.

*Clang!*

He blocked an attack.

*Stab.*

“Grrr.”

He plunged his sword into a neck.

He tossed the dying body to the ground. Blood poured out as the attacker’s eyes went blank.

And in those dying eyes…

“Aargh!”

“B-block him!”

They saw Roman Dmitry destroying them all.

He swung his sword in a wide arc, and heads flew from several attackers at once. He moved like a ghost, appearing behind another attacker who wasn’t even ready, and his sword plunged straight into the man’s heart.

The man’s scream was useless.

The sword didn’t just pierce his heart; it ripped through it, then tore into the shoulder of the man standing next to him.

“Kraaah!”

Roman Dmitry was like a whirlwind of death, tearing through their ranks.

These attackers were supposed to be highly trained, but fear took over their minds, and screams escaped their lips.

He killed.

He killed again and again.

He could have destroyed them all with a single powerful attack. But Roman Dmitry wanted them to suffer. He wanted them to feel true fear, facing him one by one.

The more he fought, the more he understood. These Shadow Realm fighters *were* using martial arts, even if they were doing it badly.

Their power wasn’t just from the ‘system’. It was something older, something deeper.

He was sure of it now.

Shadow Realm was a danger to humanity.

Their secrecy, their hidden power, showed the same weakness as that old emperor who was terrified of strong martial artists and destroyed them long ago.

The Shadow Order’s foundation was built on defeat. Despite having the power to challenge the Absolute, they hadn’t dared to do so in twenty years.

How pathetic.

They were too afraid to confront the Absolute, yet they rushed at him like moths to a flame.

Ignorant.

Weak.

If the Demonic Cult had existed, human lives would have been very different.

Thwack!

Blood splattered.

He lifted his blood-soaked face and saw the shadows hesitating, no longer daring to attack.

Roman Dmitry smiled.

The blood running down his face seeped into his teeth, making them gleam red.

“Tell me this isn’t the end. If you’re the mastermind, that’s truly pathetic.”

He moved his feet towards the swarming darkness, baring his ferocious teeth.

Above the building, a figure watched the scene from afar.

Pang Mu-yeol, a member of the Shadow Order, watched Roman Dmitry with trembling eyes.

“…This is insane.”

Roman Dmitry was a mysterious figure.

Even for the Shadow Order, who thought they controlled everything, Roman Dmitry’s sudden appearance was a shock.

He defied all common sense.

After investigating, they discovered Roman Dmitry used martial arts. The fact that he was the emperor of the Dmitry Empire only deepened the mystery.

Just what kind of person was he?

The Salamander Continent was a world based on aura and magic, yet Roman Dmitry used martial arts perfectly.

It wouldn’t be strange if he were a descendant of the Murim, a legendary group of martial artists from ancient times. What was certain was that, since the Shadow Order had chosen to follow the Absolute, they couldn’t allow Roman Dmitry to live.

‘Roman Dmitry. We must kill him to survive.’

A few days ago, the Absolute had given an order: eliminate Roman Dmitry.

If Roman Dmitry couldn’t withstand the Shadow Order’s attack, the Absolute wouldn’t bother dealing with such a trivial person.

The Shadow Order knew they were being used and would be discarded once they were no longer needed, like a tool after the job was done. They had dedicated themselves to the Absolute, but they were being thrown away under the guise of a test.

However, they couldn’t refuse the order.

If they had been brave enough, the Shadow Order would have resisted decades ago instead of submitting.

It was a crossroads.

Die, or kill.

There was no middle ground for the Shadow Order.

Pang Mu-yeol’s eyes turned dangerous.

‘Roman Dmitry is arrogant. That’s why he didn’t put any soldiers near the training ground, even though he expected the Shadow Order to attack. Maybe no troops will come to help Roman Dmitry, no matter what happens here. He’s confident he can kill us all alone. If Roman Dmitry overestimates himself, we have to use his arrogance against him and bring him down.’

From now on, it was a gamble.

Whoosh!

Pang Mu-yeol leaped. He needed bait to lure Roman Dmitry.

He had lost count of how many he had killed.

After he had created a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood, the shadows suddenly retreated, and a man stepped forward.

It was Pang Mu-yeol.

He looked at the blood-soaked Roman Dmitry and said,

“Roman Dmitry, it’s hard to believe you’re even human. You’re so strong.”

Swish.

He lowered his sword. Seeing the dripping blood, Roman Dmitry’s expression turned cold.

“Are you the leader of the Shadow Order?”

“No, I’m just a subordinate, here on the Supreme’s orders. Before I get to the point, let me ask you something. Why did you choose to fight the Absolute, even with so much power? If you had just accepted reality and endured the ten Great Disasters, humanity would have been granted peace.”

“I simply don’t like that. I don’t want to leave my future to others. If I survive as a human, it won’t be because of someone’s mercy, but because I conquered it myself.”

“How amusing.”

Pang Mu-yeol smiled, but only the corners of his lips moved. His eyes showed a strange sense of inferiority.

“You’re reckless. Why do you think the Shadow Order can’t fight the Absolute? Because they’re like gods. No matter how hard humans try, they can never win. So, the Shadow Order made a deal with the Absolute before humans even knew what was happening, and they were granted a future. Roman Dmitry, you act like you can solve everything with your weak power, but you’re just a human. Humanity will be destroyed because of one reckless human.”

“If you’re going to keep talking nonsense, I’ll cut off your head before you get to the point.”

“Crazy bastard.”

It was certain: Roman Dmitry would take the bait.

Pang Mu-yeol felt confident because of Roman Dmitry’s arrogant words.

Whoa-

He gathered his magic power. Space twisted, and a portal opened right behind Pang Mu-yeol.

“Roman Dmitry, if you really think you can deal with the Absolute, follow me into the Shadow Order’s base. We’ve prepared a perfect trap for you. Thousands of magical traps are ready to tear you apart, and the Supreme of the Shadow Order will personally welcome you. This trap is just for you, Roman Dmitry, and I’m sure no human can survive it.”

He smiled, trying to provoke Roman Dmitry.

Pang Mu-yeol openly showed his intentions.

It was a suggestion that no one would accept if they were thinking clearly.

Pang Mu-yeol also knew that if the plan failed, he would be killed right there.

However, Roman Dmitry said,

“Wang Wi-ryong said that the Shadow Order comes from the emperor who destroyed the Central Plains Murim. If the emperor, who started the Shadow Order, wrote history as it was, he would know why he feared the Central Plains Murim so much. The Murim was all-powerful back then. You couldn’t defeat them with weak traps. Even with the emperor’s power, you wouldn’t have dared to fight them like you do the Absolute.”

He moved his feet.

Even though the shadows were close enough to attack, Roman Dmitry stepped fearlessly into their range.

And then,

“At that time, the leader of the Murim was Cheonma Baek Joong-hyuk.”

He passed by Pang Mu-yeol.

Just before stepping into the portal, Roman Dmitry’s voice clearly reached his ears.

“And that is my other name.”

Whoosh!

He was sucked into the portal.

Pang Mu-yeol turned his head quickly.

His eyes, filled with shock, desperately searched for Roman Dmitry, but he was gone.

His breathing became fast, and his eyes shook wildly.