The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 609

Dust swirled around Roman Dmitry, the air thick with the smell of ozone and power. He faced Volfir, a being of immense strength. Three lifetimes, in a way, had led to this moment. All of them had been dedicated to one thing: a single sword technique.

From the lowest point of his first life to the heights he had now reached, even after conquering the Demon World and arriving in this new, strange place, Roman had always been perfecting the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art. It was a part of him, as natural as breathing. But now, as he stood on the edge of becoming something more than human, almost a god, a question arose in his mind. A simple, fundamental question.

“What is a sword, truly?”

It was a fundamental question.

Through this sword, which he gripped tightly every day while shedding blood and sweat, what exactly was he trying to achieve?

Once, a figure called the Sword Immortal in legends from old lands said that the ‘sword’ was merely a tool.

No matter what martial art one mastered, all paths would lead to the same place. At that time, they could go beyond the sword and realize their will through martial arts.

In other words.

The tool the Sword Immortal spoke of was the expression of will.

It was not important what weapon was used, but rather the will expressed through it was emphasized.

And a little later.

The Sword Immortal disappeared.

People wondered a lot about his disappearance. But now, thinking about it, it occurred to Roman that the Sword Immortal might have gone beyond human limits and become immortal, leaving the human world.

The person called the Sword Immortal, gentle and ethereal, seemed detached from the world in his words and actions.

And Baek Jung-hyuk.

No, Roman Dmitry.

He thought differently from the Sword Immortal.

Now, having reached a realm that even the Sword Immortal could not reach, Roman Dmitry came to a single conclusion.

“The sword is a weapon for killing, a weapon that can most certainly achieve my purpose. The purpose I want to achieve through the sword is not an achievement divided by realms, but the power to instantly cut down the enemy in front of me. That is all I need.”

He was faithful to his purpose.

He returned to the beginning.

Just like when he first grabbed the sword, Roman Dmitry treated the sword the same as he did back then. He held the sword, familiar and comforting in his hand, just like when he was a young man starting his journey. But now, everything was different, and yet, the same purpose drove him.

Will was infused into the sword.

Against Volfir, against the being who separated his world from Dmitry’s. Instead of showing his superiority with a truly great sword technique, he focused solely on the single purpose of killing him.

“From now on, I will use any means to kill the being in front of me.”

That was enough.

Instead of feeling superior to other humans through some enlightenment, Roman Dmitry, who had reached the realm of gods, only desired the maximum destructive power that could be produced with a sword. He had known hardship, struggle, and loss. The sword was not just a weapon; it was his answer to the world, his way to overcome everything.

Whether the opponent was an absolute being or a god, he analyzed and grasped the destructive power so that no one could ever stop him.

Pat.

Rumble!

He kicked off the ground.

Volfir’s expression was confident.

Having absorbed four of his own kind, he showed confidence that he could tear Roman Dmitry apart. Volfir grinned, his eyes gleaming with arrogant power. He stood tall, chest puffed out, sure of his victory.

He stepped on the Heavenly Demon Supreme Steps.

At the same time.

“‘First Form of the First Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Wham!

Tap tap tap tap tap!

They collided fiercely.

With the explosive force erupting from the foot stepping on the ground, Volfir faced him head-on, as if not to be pushed back.

Every time they collided, a tremendous explosion occurred. Sparks flew from their clash, bright and hot like tiny suns.

Volfir casually blocked the Heavenly Demon Sword Art and swung his claws, shimmering with black magic, aiming for the opponent’s weakness.

Second step.

“‘Second Form of the First Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Flash!

Rumble!

“Do you think I’ll be defeated by such an attack!”

Heavenly Demon Supreme Steps.

The Heavenly Demon Sword Art was repeated.

A more intense force than before swept in, but Volfir burst into a wild laugh and pushed Roman Dmitry back.

His whole body was filled with destructive power. He even felt a sense of regret that if he had abandoned his own kind and devoured them all, he could have become much stronger than he was now.

In fact.

It didn’t matter much.

He, who perfectly grasped Roman Dmitry’s movements, gained confidence that he was perfect even now.

Third, fourth, fifth steps.

Third Form of the First Half, First Form of the Second Half, Second Form of the Second Half.

Roman Dmitry’s power exploded.

Without retreating even a single step in the battle with the opponent, Roman Dmitry showed eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

He was faithful to his purpose.

Powerful sword technique.

Powerful martial art.

It was to kill the opponent.

While fiercely intertwined with each other, he found the opponent’s weakness.

Pat.

Blood splattered.

The moment a scratch appeared on Roman Dmitry’s face, he dug into the opponent’s space and took the sixth step.

“‘Third Form of the Second Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Wham!

Rumble!

“?!!”

Cracks appeared on Volfir’s face.

It was not simply an attack to compete with each other’s destructive power, but an attack that accurately targeted weaknesses, forcing him to counterattack in a broken posture.

This time, the impact was enormous. As he staggered backward, Volfir’s face flushed red with anger.

“To think a mere human would dare!”

Pat.

Crack crack crack crack!

He couldn’t afford to be pushed back.

He, who had devoured as many as four of his own kind, he, who had gone beyond the limits of living beings.

It made no sense to be defeated by a mere human even after doing this much.

It was such a tremendous speed that ordinary people could not even follow with their eyes, and he swung his claws, continuously digging into Roman Dmitry’s blind spots.

Each strike was a disaster. The destructive energy that exploded surpassed the ’10-circle destructive power’ manifested by Kim Pan-seok, even though it was simply an attack of swinging claws.

Therefore.

He didn’t even consider defeat.

In a situation where he was pushing Roman Dmitry, Volfir expressed his full power with the intention of truly finishing off his opponent.

Kwarung.

Rumble!

An attack that would tear even a god apart.

The moment he dug into the space like that.

Seventh step.

“‘First Form of the Final Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Flash!

Crack crack crack crack!

A sliver of a gap.

Roman Dmitry dug into the space.

His sword tore apart all the destructive energy, and his eyes met Volfir’s eyes, which were stained with embarrassment.

Volfir couldn’t understand.

This human.

The human named Roman Dmitry.

Even in this situation, he was getting the best result possible.

He was constantly watching his movements, targeting his weaknesses, and trying to kill him at all costs.

Unlike Volfir, who devoured his own kind to become stronger, Roman Dmitry’s power was infused with the anguish and effort he had repeated for three lifetimes.

It was a realm that Volfir could not understand. It was a different world from him, who was powerful from birth and became stronger through the convenient method of eating others.

At that moment.

Eighth step.

“‘Second Form of the Final Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Swish-

Light flooded in.

The moment he faced that intense light, Volfir was swept away by a terrible pain he had never felt before.

Boom!

Crack crack crack crack crack!

Volfir staggered backward.

Forcibly supporting his body, which was about to collapse, he vomited dark red blood with a shocked face.

“Ugh.”

Thud.

That blow just now was fatal.

His whole body was in tatters, and Volfir felt that his life was about to end.

“…H, how?”

He couldn’t believe it.

The opponent was a human.

A mere insignificant life form that could not live for even 100 years, and even if they repeated training for their entire lives, they could never match the power that the absolute beings possessed from the moment they were born.

The arrogance of the absolute beings cannot be called arrogance. Arrogance refers to a presumptuous attitude, but if they actually possessed that much, it was confidence.

Volfir, one of the absolute beings, had never even considered such a future.

As blessed beings born to become gods, they could never accept this kind of reality.

“I am the absolute being, Volfir. It is impossible for me, Volfir, to be defeated by a mere human.”

Kwarung.

Rumble!

He drew up his power.

He burned his life force.

Burning the life force of the same kind he had eaten so far, Volfir’s presence swelled frighteningly.

It was the last time. He was going to bet everything on this one blow.

Even if he killed Roman Dmitry and went back to the beginning, Volfir thought he didn’t care as long as he could win.

Anyway.

Only Roman Dmitry was the exception.

Since no one else could ever threaten him except for Roman Dmitry, Volfir dedicated himself to the destructive energy.

Crack!

The dimension twisted.

The world screamed.

It was the end.

Looking at the destructive power that Volfir was creating, Roman Dmitry moved his steps with a calm face.

One step.

Two steps.

He narrowed the distance.

Even though he knew that destruction existed in front of him, he showed no sign of backing down at all.

“There was always something I was curious about. The realm of gods. What kind of realm have I reached?”

He had never once failed to exert his full power.

It was the same when facing the Demon King, but now he wanted to show it for the purpose of ‘killing’.

Ninth step.

Crack.

Crack!

Explosive energy surged from the soles of his feet.

His whole body flushed red, his blood vessels stood on end, and Roman Dmitry’s eyes were also dyed bright red with the unbearable power.

In response, Volfir was also fully prepared.

His skin rose up and popped with the power that even the body of an absolute being could not handle, and a tremendous magic power was formed like a black and giant sun.

The last. It was really the last time.

Roman Dmitry did not stop walking.

Rather, he picked up speed, broke through the space where magic power was raging, and prepared a strike towards Volfir.

“‘Third Form of the Final Half of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

Full power.

The world stopped.

The moment their powers collided, something unfolded for a very brief moment that could not be accepted by the senses of living beings.

And then.

Tap tap tap.

Crack crack crack crack crack crack!

The black magic power was torn apart.

Roman Dmitry continued to push forward, accurately grasping the existence of Volfir beyond the destructive energy.

Roman Dmitry only wanted to win. Volfir roared, his face twisted in rage, and unleashed blasts of dark energy. The air crackled with power. But Roman Dmitry was like a shadow, quick and silent. He dodged and weaved through the attacks, his black sword a blur in his hand. He was looking for a weakness, any tiny gap in Volfir’s furious assault. Roman Dmitry would not give up. He held his sword tightly, his eyes fixed on Volfir. He was there to defeat his enemy, no matter what.

He was faithful to his purpose.

Roman Dmitry never let go of his sword, determined to butcher any enemy who stood in his way.

And so.

Flash!

Thwack!

Volfir’s arm went flying.

It was over.

Just as he was about to sever Volfir’s head after slicing off his arm, Roman Dmitry felt himself pulled away.

Whoosh!

His vision turned white.

He found himself in a space of pure white. In that world he had experienced before, an unknown being spoke to Roman Dmitry.

[Roman Dmitry. You must not kill the Absolute One.]

The being was a god.

That entity, who had never interfered until now, revealed itself as Volfir’s death seemed certain.

[The thirteen beings who call themselves Absolute Ones are actually ‘fragments of God.’ They were originally meant to be a single entity, a god managing certain dimensions, but when problems arose in the dimensions, they were divided into thirteen fragments and abandoned in the rifts between dimensions. Killing the other twelve Absolute Ones is not a problem. However, if Volfir dies and all the fragments disappear, the boundaries of the dimensions will begin to collapse, starting from the world you now live in. Roman Dmitry. If you desire true peace, do not kill Volfir.]

This story was unexpected. Roman Dmitry frowned, confused by what he was hearing.

Roman Dmitry stared at the cluster of light, presumed to be a god, and said.

“Volfir has killed countless humans. If he is not dealt with, this world will face another danger.”

[Does not Roman Dmitry, you, exist in the world of humans? Volfir used up all his power. He is too weak to hurt humans now.]

That wasn’t wrong.

Volfir. He burned the life force of his own kind to attempt a final blow, and even that failed. He was no longer a match for Roman Dmitry.

No, the others who had defeated the Absolute Ones would be more than capable of stopping Volfir.

In fact, Roman Dmitry had anticipated this situation.

Leaving Dmitry’s world and encountering the Absolute One was no mere coincidence; Roman Dmitry suspected that God’s arrangement existed behind it. It was the same as with Aleksandr.

Although it was a result of Roman Dmitry’s actions, God directly summoned the person responsible as a countermeasure to solve Aleksandr’s problem.

What if. Just what if. What if God blocked the ending he desired?

He couldn’t easily answer that thought at first, but recently, he was able to firmly establish it.

“Your words are wrong from the start. The Absolute Ones are beings who lead humanity to ruin. Asking us to endure another danger in exchange for dealing with them is not a threat to humans who remember the pain of the past.”

God. He did not deny the existence of that being.

Gods were beings who governed dimensions, but that didn’t mean there was a reason to follow them.

“In my previous life, and even now, the being called God has stood back and watched the situation, not directly intervening. If I hadn’t solved the problem, the people of Dmitry would have had to accept a catastrophic end. It’s the same now. The life ahead is our share to bear, mine and ours as humans. So……”

It was different from before.

A crossroads of choice.

Roman Dmitry accepted God’s words.

He thought he had to leave unconditionally when he was told it was dangerous to stay in Dmitry.

And now.

Roman Dmitry said firmly.

“As always, remain a bystander. That is what I desire.”

Whoosh-

The cluster of light was absorbed.

Back in the original world, Roman Dmitry looked down at Volfir, who had lost his arm, with cold eyes.

“Ro, Roman Dmitry. I admit my defeat.”

Drag, drag.

Volfir crawled on the floor. He bowed his head to Roman Dmitry and spoke in a desperate voice.

“Please, spare me. If you spare me, I will use my power for the sake of humans from now on.”

It was absurd. It was laughable.

The being who called himself a god was terrified and begged for his life when faced with a wall he could not overcome. His words might be sincere.

The Absolute One, who had never experienced despair and defeat, had finally accepted reality, so if he were spared as God advised, peace might be granted to humanity.

But.

“There is one cardinal rule that I, as a human, have never made an exception to.”

Swish.

He pointed his sword.

Roman Dmitry said coldly to Volfir’s face, which was stained with fear.

“I never spare an entity I have defined as an enemy.”

And so.

Flash!

He blew Volfir’s head off.

Thud.

Roll, roll.

Volfir’s head rolled across the ground.

It was a sad end. After all the destruction Volfir caused, he was just gone. Death was the only revenge, but it didn’t bring back those who were lost.

It was then.

“…Emperor Roman Dmitry.”

It was a familiar voice.

At that trembling voice, Roman Dmitry didn’t dare to turn around.

It was Kevin.

He was the one he had desperately wanted to reunite with.

However, as the 30 years came to mind, an emotion that was more difficult to handle than facing the Absolute One swept over him.

‘I cannot dare to understand that time.”

30 years.

What were people thinking while enduring that long time?

No matter how much Roman Dmitry saved the world, it was not easy to wait 30 years with just a grateful heart.

The same was true for Kevin. Roman Dmitry, who had cut down the Absolute One in an instant and even rejected God’s demands, was suddenly afraid of having to confirm Kevin’s truth.

Step, step.

Abruptly.

He stopped walking.

He felt the presence right behind him.

As Roman Dmitry slowly turned his head, Kevin knelt down and shouted in a voice that swallowed his tears.

Thud.

“I, Kevin Shin, finally see Emperor Roman Dmitry.”

That word. That was enough.

Roman Dmitry looked at Kevin.

The young boy he first met in the slums.

The traces of time were evident on his youthful face, but the look in his eyes as he looked at him was the same.

Why?

As soon as he saw his face, the complicated emotions melted away.

He smiled brightly without realizing it.

“I missed you, Kevin.”

That was all that mattered.

The story so far. The years so far. The efforts so far.

Now that he had finally met Kevin, Roman Dmitry could smile sincerely.

In Incheon, in a city shelter.

Civilians who had taken refuge in the shelter trembled in fear at the tremendous impact sound coming from outside.

Wham!

Rumble!

The space shook. According to Kim Jun-hyuk’s explanation, the shelter had ten layers of magical defense installed, but people showed pale faces at the stone powder falling from the ceiling.

Humans were said to be animals of imagination. Every time a tremendous impact sound was heard, and every time they watched stone powder falling before their eyes, ominous imaginations swelled up in their bodies.

“…Could it be that the army has been defeated?”

“Then we’re done too. No matter how many layers of magical defense are installed, it’s nothing against the Absolute One.”

“Hey, let’s not say unlucky things!”

“What? Unlucky things! I’m just stating the reality!”

It was truly a scene of chaos.

At first, people endured with faith in Roman Dmitry, but as time passed, their faith inevitably wavered.

Still, no other problems arose other than raising their voices. At least until some message arrived from the outside, most firmly believed that Roman Dmitry would solve the problem.

In fact, there was no other choice in the first place.

Kang Min-ah curled up and covered her ears as everyone made a fuss out of anxiety.

‘……Dad.’

Tears welled up.

That sound coming from outside. Her dad would be there at that scene. Every time the shelter banged, Kang Min-ah’s small face was soon covered in tears as she thought her dad was in danger.

She lost her mother in her childhood, when she couldn’t remember anything.

Kang Min-ho worked hard to erase his daughter’s shadow as much as possible, but he couldn’t escape the reality of a single-parent family.

Everyone had a mother, but she didn’t.

Her friends asked without thinking, and after realizing the reality, she never mentioned her mother in front of her dad.

She had become mature. She had to become mature. For her dad, who was struggling to live alone, the role of a childish daughter was not allowed for her.

‘If even Dad dies, I will have no reason to live in the future. So, please be safe. Emperor Roman Dmitry. Please protect our dad from the bad monsters, as you promised us.’

She clenched her fist tightly.

Kang Min-ah’s uncle hugged her.

Wham!

Rumble!

The reverberation continued.

At that time, when people’s anxiety was gradually increasing, the impact sound suddenly disappeared as if it had been washed away.

“…What is it?”

“Is it over?”

“Don’t move rashly! It could be that all the defense forces have been annihilated!”

Confused gazes intertwined.

It was earlier than expected.

As the great disaster was expected to last at least fifteen days to a month, the situation in which the noise disappeared in such a short period of time could not be hopeful. A sense of fear washed over them.

Perhaps thinking that there were no more humans left to make ‘noise,’ even the people who had been raising their voices at each other could not easily utter negative words.

It was then.

Static, static.

A strange sound was heard from the speaker.

A day of defeat or a day of victory.

In a situation where tension was rising, a familiar voice that brightened people’s faces was heard.

[People of the city. This is Roman Dmitry.]

“Gasp!”

“E, Emperor Roman Dmitry!”

People widened their eyes.

Roman Dmitry!

Everyone listened carefully.

[Just now, I succeeded in dealing with the last Absolute One, Volfir. I would like to take this opportunity to say clearly. The war is over. Humanity has won, and after clearing out even the last remaining monsters, we will present the people with ‘complete peace.’]

Thud.

That was the end.

In a communication announcing the news to the entire city, people hugged each other and cheered as soon as the communication was cut off.

“We lived!”

“We survived!”

“Long live Emperor Roman Dmitry! Long live!”

Emotions boiled over passionately.

And then.

Kang Min-ah saw it.