The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 586

Beyond the portal.

Peng Muyeol hesitated to follow.

Roman Dmitry’s shocking words caused chaos in his mind.

“This is absurd,” he thought. “How could Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk, who disappeared long ago, be alive as a Westerner named Roman Dmitry? He must be working with Wang Wiryong to trick us.”

His heart pounded.

He knew it seemed impossible. But the name ‘Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk’ was powerful. He could not ignore it.

Dark Shadow.

They had records passed down for generations.

These records showed how dangerous Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk was when the Murim world was strong. (In old stories, ‘Chunma’ was a title for the strongest warrior, and ‘Murim’ was the world of martial arts masters.) At that time, the Emperor’s power was great.

He commanded a million troops, stronger than nearby countries. The Emperor’s warriors were masters of martial arts.

Back then, the Emperor thought no one could defeat him. But Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk conquered the Murim, and the Emperor’s strong kingdom fell apart.

Even a million troops.

Even the Emperor’s masters.

It didn’t matter.

Anyone who fought Baek Jung-hyuk died. No one who opposed him lived.

The Emperor had to surrender. He pretended to give up but secretly created a group called ‘Dark Shadow’.

He left a message for his children.

“I cannot forget Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk. His sword split the sky and turned the earth. I saw soldiers torn apart. It proved the world is bigger than we know. I tell my family: if Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk lives, never fight him. Even if it takes many years, bow your heads and wait for his time to pass. When he dies, destroy the Murim world so another Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk cannot be born.”

The Emperor wrote this in fear.

For an emperor who once ruled the world, his fear was clear.

“If you want to rule again, learn everything about Chunma’s martial arts.”

This was ancient history.

But Dark Shadow remembered Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk. Remembering their past defeat, they dared not fight someone so powerful.

They knew that a few strong people could defeat many.

Now, the name that caused them pain was spoken again. Peng Muyeol could not stay calm.

It seemed impossible.

It was unacceptable. But the idea that Roman Dmitry was Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk explained many things.

It explained how Roman Dmitry was so strong.

It explained why Wang Wiryong, who wanted to rebuild the Murim, now obeyed Roman Dmitry like a dog.

It explained why Roman Dmitry was confident even when facing someone incredibly powerful.

He could understand everything if Roman Dmitry was Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk.

If it was him.

It was possible.

If it was the man who had conquered the Murim and defeated the Emperor, Peng Muyeol could not say it was impossible.

“Hoo, hoo.”

He breathed hard.

It was too late to turn back now.

Roman Dmitry had gone through the portal. The leader of Dark Shadow and their trap waited for him.

They would live or die.

There was no other choice.

If he was the real Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk, he would kill them for being hostile.

Swish.

He drew his sword.

Peng Muyeol’s eyes flashed.

“It’s a good thing,” he said. “Dark Shadow has studied Chunma’s fighting style for years. Now, their leader has learned a lot. If we defeat Roman Dmitry, we can forget our past failures. Listen, everyone. We will defeat Roman Dmitry and erase our history of losing.”

“Yes.”

The shadows moved.

With strong desire, Peng Muyeol went to the portal.

“Let’s go.”

Whoosh.

The portal took them all.

Only the dead bodies remained in the space filled with blood.

Thud.

He took a step.

Roman Dmitry stepped through the portal and saw many shadows waiting for him, and one man.

“You chose to walk into our trap. How brave,” the man said.

The man had long, black hair. He looked at Roman Dmitry with sharp eyes.

His name was Baek Mujin.

He was the leader of Dark Shadow.

He had used magic to see what was beyond the portal. He heard Roman Dmitry’s words as he crossed over. From that moment, Baek Mujin was furious.

Peng Muyeol was scared of the name ‘Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk’. But Baek Mujin thought he could break free from the past by fighting Roman Dmitry.

“I don’t know if you are really Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk,” he said. “But if you are, you have made a mistake. The Emperor, who started Dark Shadow, destroyed the Murim world and found the ‘Chunma Divine Art’. For many years, Dark Shadow has been the mastermind of this world. We have spent all our time studying the Chunma Divine Art. Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk, if we met you, we wanted to be strong enough to defeat you. We have created a new Chunma Divine Art and made it even better.”

Rumble.

He stirred his mana.

Baek Mujin’s power grew. He looked ready to kill Roman Dmitry.

“Dark Shadow is the shadow of the Chunma,” he continued. “We exist to destroy the Chunma. We have studied everything about the Chunma by looking at the past. You have walked into Dark Shadow’s trap. Even if you once ruled the world, you are wrong if you think you are still unbeatable. You will die for saying the name of Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk.”

Whoosh.

The portal glowed.

Peng Muyeol and the shadows arrived. They had made their decision. Darkness surrounded Roman Dmitry.

It was an old evil.

Roman Dmitry had met Alexandre, who was born because of Baek Jung-hyuk. Now, ‘Dark Shadow’, which was also born because of Baek Jung-hyuk, stood before him.

Destiny was trying to put everything back where it belonged. Roman Dmitry’s life, and everyone connected to him, was part of this.

Swish.

Roman Dmitry drew his sword.

He didn’t care what they said. Only one thing mattered.

“Go.”

Only the strong will live in this fight.

Peng Muyeol’s warning was true.

As Roman Dmitry used his magic and moved forward, bright light appeared from all directions. Magic circles activated.

[Explosion]

[Thunder Cannon]

[Water Blast]

Whirr, whirrrrr.

Kaboom!

It was a huge amount of magic.

Hundreds of magic circles activated at once. The magic surged like a wave, trying to swallow him.

Roman Dmitry kept walking. He walked straight toward Baek Mujin. Instead of defending, he attacked the magic.

Flash.

Kaboom!

There was a fierce collision.

Roman Dmitry broke through the magic. The shadows attacked from all directions.

“Die!”

“Attack, everyone!”

Tap tap tap.

It wasn’t just attacking in large numbers.

Some shadows were hit by the magic from the traps. They died before they could reach Roman Dmitry.

They died without doing anything. But the shadows didn’t care. They threw their lives away.

They believed that attacking in a place filled with magic was the way to defeat him.

Ten shadows died for one attack.

Roman Dmitry blocked the magic and quickly beheaded the shadows that got close.

Flash.

It wasn’t just one or two.

Ten died, and one attacked.

After blocking the magic, a hundred died, and ten aimed to kill him.

Kaboom!

The quiet air exploded into chaos. Dark figures, shadows trained in fighting by the Demonic Heavenly Sect, rushed at Roman Dmitry. They attacked with all their strength, but Roman Dmitry didn’t even use his special Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique.

He fought them one by one, each movement quick and deadly. Even as magic energy blasted around him, he kept his most powerful weapon hidden. He wouldn’t use the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique yet.

Roman Dmitry thought, ‘The Absolutes are watching.’ He knew they were up above, looking down at this fight.

Roman Dmitry was sending them a clear message.

He knew the Absolutes thought they were better than him. They sent these Dark Shadows to test him, thinking it would be easy. They didn’t think of humans as real enemies.

He overwhelmed them.

With easy blocks and quick cuts, he defeated them one by one. He showed he could destroy all the darkness around him.

He wasn’t even using his full power. Roman Dmitry moved quickly through the trap the Dark Shadows had set.

With each one he killed, his hair became stained crimson.

“To dare underestimate us.”

Baek Mujin.

His face twisted fiercely. He was furious.

The Dark Shadows had prepared for ages to face the Demonic Heavenly One, yet the sight of him not using his full power against them ignited his rage.

The efforts of the Dark Shadows were not in vain. To prove this to Roman Dmitry, Baek Mujin drew upon the Demonic Heavenly Divine Art.

“While researching the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique, I always had a question. Why does a form not exist? It is only natural that a clear form would unleash greater destructive power than a sword technique freely unfolded with only internal energy manipulation. Therefore, I have created a new form most suitable for the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique, which did not have one.”

Clang! Rumble!

He gripped his sword tightly. A single strike. With this, the battle would end.

Baek Mujin walked forward, and then, in an instant, he ran so fast that one could not even follow him with their eyes.

Tap tap tap!

Magical power swirled around him. The magic exploding from the magic traps was swept away and extinguished by Baek Mujin’s magical power.

A precarious situation.

Baek Mujin extended his sword.

“Behold, the new Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique.”

Flash!

He swung his sword. The magic exploded and focused into one spot. There was a huge explosion, so loud it felt like the sound came after the blast.

Wham! KABOOM!

Everything was destroyed. The magic of the magic traps, the shadows rushing towards Roman Dmitry.

Tearing apart everything in the surrounding area, Baek Mujin’s sword swept away the very existence of Roman Dmitry.

A shiver ran through his body.

This was it. For this, he had strived all this time.

However.

Swish.

Beyond the thick cloud of dust rising up, a figure was seen walking out. Even though everything in the surrounding area had been destroyed, Roman Dmitry showed the same cold expression as before.

“A new Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique, you say.”

He intentionally gave them the opportunity to attack, to see what the Dark Shadows had achieved and to confirm their full power.

And he thought, ‘Truly a meaningless endeavor.’

In his distant memories, Roman Dmitry remembered the Emperor’s appearance. Looking at Baek Mujin’s face covered in sweat and dirt, Roman Dmitry recalled that day.

“Once, the Emperor revealed his ambition for the Central Plains martial arts world. Faced with the Imperial Family politically pressuring and moving troops, I visited the Imperial Palace in the bright light of midday. And I killed them all.”

That was a truth not even recorded in the Dark Shadows. The Dark Shadows knew that the Emperor had experienced ‘defeat,’ but they did not know exactly what kind of defeat he had experienced.

“When all the martial artists the Imperial Family boasted of were dead, the Emperor crawled out like a dog and begged me for his life. ‘Please, spare me,’ he said. ‘He would never covet the martial world again.’ I never spare anyone who makes me an enemy, but that day, I did not kill the Emperor. Why do you think that was?”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“To leave behind a history of defeat. To make sure they never forgot the time when the most powerful ruler crawled and cried like a dog because of the Emperor’s existence. I displayed his existence as a symbol of defeat.”

The Emperor was not at all sublime. Unable to show any will to resist Baek Jung-hyuk, he abandoned all pride as soon as he faced defeat. He was a coward.

So, when Baek Jung-hyuk was still alive, he did not dare to even look at the martial world, and even after the news of Baek Jung-hyuk’s disappearance, he held his breath and watched for years.

Only after confirming that Baek Jung-hyuk’s disappearance was indeed true, he set fire to the Central Plains martial arts world, fearing that a second Baek Jung-hyuk might be born.

The Dark Shadows thought the Emperor’s will was revenge. That by recreating the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique, he hoped to take revenge in the Emperor’s name even if Baek Jung-hyuk reappeared.

That is not the truth.

If he truly wanted revenge, the Emperor would never have told them to put the ‘Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique’ in their grasp.

Why? Imitating is just imitating.

The Emperor’s will is merely admiration; if he truly wanted revenge, he would not have tried to copy his sword.

“They learned the wrong lesson from their defeat. They just tried to copy my sword technique. The Emperor and his family are still just cowards. I will not call what I am doing now revenge. Whatever the reason, the martial world was defeated by the Emperor and was weak, so it is right to face a fitting end. However, I, Roman Dmitry, Emperor of the Great Han Empire, will now sweep away the evils of humanity.”

This place. I will display victory.

To the Absolutes looking down at him, that nothing can be achieved with clumsy tricks.

He proved that will.

“I will show you what the true Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique is.”

Roman Dmitry’s power grew even stronger, like he was becoming a god.

And he had never properly used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique even once.

Rumble!

He drew up his magical power.

And then, ‘Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique, Second Form.’

Flash!

The sword extended as it was, and the world was annihilated.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

In a place of utter blackness, a being moved quickly. The being, with a human form but grayish skin, stopped upon discovering beings similar to itself.

Abruptly, one of them asked, “Did everyone see that just now?”

The gray beings turned their heads. Some showed shocked faces, some showed intrigued faces, and some showed seriously hardened faces.

The twelve beings constituting the space of nothingness, the beings people call ‘Absolutes,’ were now gathered in one place.

One of the Absolutes, Volfir, spoke in a stiff voice.

“What we just saw proves it. Roman Dmitry is not a being to be dismissed as a mere human.”

The Second Form of the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique plunged the Absolutes, who had lived for countless ages and always taken victory for granted, into shock.