The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 606

Kevin was here.

Everyone knew him at once.

Thirty years had passed. The Korean Empire had announced Dimitri’s help in the war, describing important people like Kevin.

This was so that if they showed up, they would be welcomed as allies. Wang Wiryong knew right away that this man was Kevin.

But then…

A feeling of defiance grew inside him.

“I’ve heard of Kevin,” Wang Wiryong said, “but deciding who is second-in-command isn’t up to you.”

Suddenly, Wang Wiryong felt angry.

Wang Wiryong already felt small next to Kim Panseok. Now, this Kevin was talking like he was Roman Dimitri himself!

He knew Kevin was strong. He knew Kevin had done great things for Dimitri. But Wang Wiryong didn’t care about the past. This was *now*. And *now*, Wang Wiryong wanted respect.

Pride burned in Wang Wiryong’s chest. He was a descendant of the Cheonma Shin-gyo. He couldn’t let this insult pass.

Someday…

Wang Wiryong would be the second-in-command.

He might have started as a painter, but he was from the Wang family. He wanted his paintings to be truly famous.

Baek Mujin didn’t matter to him.

Wang Wiryong wiped the blood from his lips and looked at Kim Panseok.

“You agree with me, don’t you, White-Robed Magician?” he asked, wanting Kim Panseok to agree with him.

Two were better than one.

He was sure Kim Panseok would agree.

But then…

“…Well,” Kim Panseok said. “We can argue about who is second-in-command to Roman Dimitri. But Kevin helped start Dimitri’s group. Shouldn’t we think about him differently? I was talking about the Korean Empire’s rules. If people from Dimitri join, it changes things.”

“Excuse me?!” Wang Wiryong asked, surprised.

Kim Panseok looked away.

‘The people of Dimitri don’t know I’m Emperor Alexandre,’ Kim Panseok thought. ‘When the war ends, they’ll find out, and I’ll be on trial. People like Kevin will decide what happens to me. If they’re angry with me, I could die! Being second-in-command is important, but staying alive is more important.’

Kim Panseok was sure Roman Dimitri would win. He was already thinking about the future.

To the Korean people, the White-Robed Magician was a symbol of justice. But Emperor Alexandre was their enemy.

He had killed so many people that it was like a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood. And he had caused even more deaths indirectly.

He had paid the price for his actions. He had died in hell. But he wasn’t sure the people of Dimitri would forgive him just because he died once.

So, he had to act like he was sorry. He had to truly regret his mistakes and try to fix them. Only then would he have a chance to live.

Kim Panseok gave in.

Wang Wiryong was confused.

He wanted Kim Panseok to agree with him, but Kim Panseok looked away and didn’t say anything.

“Let’s talk about this later,” Kim Panseok said.

Kevin walked past them.

For now, they had to deal with Baek Mujin, who was a threat to everyone.

Baek Mujin watched the three men argue, his eyes wide.

“Kevin?” he said. “The Kevin they call Dimitri’s Fiend?”

He was surprised. As the leader of Amyeong, he knew a lot about Dimitri. He was impressed that they were real. But he also had doubts.

He thought Kevin was in his early twenties. But this man looked to be in his forties. He didn’t seem like the Kevin he had heard about.

Only one thing was the same: his red hair.

Baek Mujin didn’t see the craziness or wildness that people said Kevin had.

Baek Mujin laughed.

“This is funny,” he said. “So, Dimitri’s friends came from another world to help him. Why don’t you go back? If you fight the Absolute Beings, I promise you won’t leave here alive.”

“That’s our problem,” Kevin replied.

“You disrespectful fool!” Baek Mujin shouted.

Clang.

He lowered his sword.

There was no need to talk anymore.

It didn’t matter if they were Dimitri’s Fiend, the White-Robed Magician, or the Emperor of China.

It was all useless.

He would kill them all. Baek Mujin would become the ruler of the new world.

“Okay, then die,” Baek Mujin said.

Pat.

Rumble!

He jumped off the ground.

Baek Mujin disappeared and then suddenly appeared in front of Kevin, his power exploding.

Wham!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

Kevin reacted quickly.

He blocked every attack easily. Baek Mujin was fast, but Kevin was faster. They moved so quickly, it was like they were connected.

The Kevin of the past might have attacked without defending, but Kevin watched each attack calmly. He wanted to understand how Baek Mujin fought.

“That little bastard.”

Baek Mujin’s eyes narrowed.

He seemed angry that Kevin was so calm. He attacked again and again, looking for a chance.

Wham!

He hit Kevin.

And then…

“Let’s see if you can block this.”

Clang!

Rumble!

He used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art, a sword style that crackled with dark energy, learned from ancient masters.

Baek Mujin copied the way Roman Dmitry used his power. Dark energy exploded from Baek Mujin’s sword.

It was a strong power that could destroy the world. Even Wang Wiryong couldn’t survive it without getting hurt. Baek Mujin thought that even Dmitry’s ghost would die now.

But then…

Time seemed to slow down for Kevin. A strange calm filled him.

The people there had only heard stories about Dmitry’s ghost. They didn’t know the truth.

Kevin was the first to learn the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art.

Wang Wiryong only copied the sword marks from a wall. Baek Mujin only copied the way Roman Dmitry used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art. But Kevin had learned the entire Demonic Heavenly Sword Art from Roman Dmitry himself 30 years ago.

And for the last 30 years, he had practiced the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art every single day.

Every day, Kevin came home tired. He would clench his teeth, remembering his promise to Roman Dmitry.

“Kevin, I trust you the most. Because of you, I don’t worry about what I leave behind.”

Kevin had taken Dmitry’s place.

He wanted to protect Dmitry by mastering the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art. So, Kevin had spent the last 30 years making the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art his own.

Some people said it was a waste of time. They said there was no need to be so strong in a peaceful world.

He didn’t enjoy life like Fabius, or live a normal life like Chris.

He only cared about the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art.

The hard work of the past 30 years was finally worth it. It was more powerful than anyone thought.

With a deafening rumble that shook the very air, Baek Mujin’s sword ripped through the space between them.

Kevin smiled at the destructive attack.

“You think *that* is the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art? You are playing with fire you don’t understand.” Kevin’s voice was low and steady, but edged with steel.

He didn’t move.

He gathered his power.

The power bubbled up from inside him. It exploded as he made a single strike.

‘Demonic Heavenly Sword Art, final part, first stance.’

Flash!

In that moment, Baek Mujin saw it.

“How pathetic.”

The explosion of power was too strong for a human. It destroyed his Demonic Heavenly Sword Art.

And so…

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Krak! Krak! Krak! Krak! Krak! Krak! Krak! Krak!

Baek Mujin screamed as Kevin’s power ripped through him. It felt like his very soul was being torn apart, leaving nothing but dust and echoes.

It was over.

The destructive person who had almost destroyed China was killed with one strike.

“……Wow.”

Wang Wiryong was shocked.

He had thought Baek Mujin’s Demonic Heavenly Sword Art was amazing. But after seeing Kevin’s, he was completely stunned.

Of course, it was nothing compared to Roman Dmitry.

But Wang Wiryong felt defeated. Someone other than the Heavenly Demon could use the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art at such a high level.

Dmitry.

They were stronger than he thought.

He knew they were powerful, but he didn’t know they would be as strong as Kevin.

Swoosh.

Kevin put his sword away.

Then, he looked at Wang Wiryong.

“You seem unhappy. Do we need to fight to see who is in charge?”

“Ah, no, it’s nothing.”

He quickly looked down.

Fight to see who is in charge? There was no way he could beat Dmitry’s monstrous ghost, who even Kim Pan-seok couldn’t handle.

But then, in that moment.

A prickling feeling ran down Wang Wiryong’s neck. It was the feeling of being watched.

He turned his head quickly. A man was looking right at him, but then the man’s eyes dropped to the floor as if caught doing something wrong.

“Heh…heh…” Kim Pan-seok chuckled, a strange, nervous sound.

Wang Wiryong frowned, confused by Kim Pan-seok’s odd smile. *Why is he looking at me like that?* he wondered.

Only eight Absolutes were left. These powerful beings were causing destruction across the world.

The crisis wasn’t just in China. The whole world was in danger.

In Madrid, Spain, an Absolute had attacked. There was no hope left for the city.

Boom!

Whirr!

Hellfire blazed, a bright orange flame that crackled in the air, making it unbearably hot.

Beneath the collapsing walls, Samuel, known as the hope of Spain, stood against the monsters rushing toward him.

“Do not retreat!”

Flash!

Tap tap tap!

Dark blood sprayed from the monsters as Samuel’s sword flashed, painting the ruined stones red.

Samuel used the fastest swords in the world. His attacks were so fast, the monsters screamed before they could even react. He had already defeated over a thousand monsters. He fought to the very end, covered in blood. Samuel knew the situation was hopeless.

High above, an Absolute was looking down at the humans.

It was the second time the Absolute had appeared. Thirty minutes ago, it had swept through Madrid, and now it appeared again.

[Yes, struggle more! More! More!]

The Absolute reveled in the destruction. Seeing the humans struggling, it waved its fingers, causing disasters they couldn’t stop.

Hellfire melted people’s bodies. Tsunamis crushed people to death. Lightning destroyed everything.

It was hopeless.

How could they survive?

Even after desperately training for 49 days, they were collapsing against the Absolutes, who were more powerful than any living thing.

‘Can humanity really win? Even with powerful figures like Emperor Roman Dmitry and the White-Robed Wizard fighting elsewhere, they can’t handle all the Absolutes. The Dmitry Empire is the same. Even if they join the fight, they are just a few more against these overwhelming monsters.’

It was despairing.

Dmitry’s participation was meant to be the start of a counterattack.

But Samuel didn’t believe they could defeat the Absolutes, even with Roman Dmitry and the White-Robed Wizard.

Dmitry was important as a symbol, but they didn’t have the power to win this war alone.

They were just enduring.

Even knowing they would die, even knowing there was no hope.

He hoped for Roman Dmitry’s victory.

Samuel slashed the monster’s head off, trying to hold onto the last bit of hope.

It was then.

Flash!

A light flared brightly. Someone had appeared in Spain.

Absolute.

Monter looked at the newcomer.

There was no need to run. He knew where Roman Dmitry and Kim Pan-seok were. This new person wouldn’t change anything.

But he was curious. Everyone was trying to save themselves, so who would use teleportation magic to help Spain?

It took great courage. These humans were strange.

Step by step.

From another place.

Someone walked out.

The blonde hair fluttering in the wind showed who it was.

“So, it was you lot.”

His voice was low and heavy.

The Absolutes. They were the ones who separated Roman Dmitry from his world.

The anger that had been building for 30 years exploded the moment he saw them.

The man was Chris.

He drew his sword with a fierce expression.

Shing!

“You are the ones I’ve been waiting for, you monsters.”