The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 135

Two weeks earlier.

*Whoosh.*

*Fwoosh.*

Roman lit the furnace.

Using the Divine Flame Art, Roman embraced the heat that poured out from all directions. The Divine Flame Art was a special skill that allowed him to control and intensify fire.

“If I had met Butler in a situation where I couldn’t escape, would I have survived?”

He thought about the past as he hammered the steel.

“Back then, I couldn’t have guaranteed a win. I beat Butler in the Grand Warrior battle because I had time to get ready. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a Five-Star aura. Maybe my past life made me think I was better than I was. If the Hector Kingdom attacks with everything they have, it’s normal to face enemies I can’t handle.”

He expected people like Butler.

That’s why he planned an escape and used guerrilla warfare.

“I haven’t fully accepted that I’m still weak.”

It wasn’t just being arrogant.

His past life made him think he was stronger than he was now. His past life as Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk made him think he was stronger than he really was now, as Roman Dmitry.

He was trying to adapt as Roman Dmitry, but he was still Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk deep down.

So, he fought the enemies.

He faced the danger of Butler and realized he wasn’t as strong as he thought.

It was a good lesson.

He risked his life, but Roman beat Butler and understood his position.

“In my past life, I knew I could beat anyone. But not now. Butler isn’t the strongest in the continent, or even in the Hector Kingdom. I risked my life against him, and that might happen again. To survive against the strong, I need to become much stronger.”

Clang!

He hammered the steel like crazy.

It was almost funny.

Roman Dmitry had done a lot, but he wasn’t ready for everything.

If he had lost back then.

It wouldn’t just be his fault.

His people, who trusted him, would have died, and their families would have hated Roman forever.

He wasn’t scared of being hated.

But.

He couldn’t betray their trust. He remembered Balzac’s hopeful eyes, and Chris’s quiet nod of loyalty. They had followed him, believed in him.

He wanted to prove that the people who had supported him were right.

“My people… It was my fault for accepting them. It doesn’t matter if the enemy was stronger or if something unexpected happened. I have to be ready for anything. Even if I face a swordsman stronger than Butler, I will cut off their head and stay strong.”

The top is a lonely place.

He couldn’t expect anyone to help him, and he couldn’t be weak.

He accepted it.

Because that’s what he wanted. Even if it meant more problems, Roman hated the idea of obeying someone else.

*Whoosh.*

*Fwoosh.*

The flames blazed, orange and red. The heat pressed against him like a heavy blanket. Roman hammered the steel without stopping.

Slowly, very slowly.

Roman’s mind focused on the flames.

Time passed.

The sun rose and set.

Roman stayed in the smithy, hammering the steel in front of the furnace.

Clang!

His mouth was dry.

His face was red, and his skin was starting to burn. The heat pressed against him like a heavy blanket.

He felt dizzy sometimes.

He hadn’t had any food or water, and his body was telling him to stop.

But.

Roman’s eyes didn’t lose focus. Even though his body screamed in pain, Roman’s eyes burned with determination. He would not give up.

As he sorted out his thoughts, Roman focused on one thing.

“I need a sword for the new me.”

He cleared his mind.

He focused on the present.

He became one with the sword, hammering the steel at the same speed.

Clang!

The steel glowed red-hot under the hammer. Each clang echoed loudly in the smithy. Sparks flew everywhere.

Hunger, tiredness, and heat bothered Roman, but he ignored them.

“Hoo.”

Divine Flame Art.

He swallowed the flames and absorbed the magical energy inside.

He breathed out the flames and burned away the bad parts of his body.

He wasn’t just hammering steel.

Roman was using the sword and flames to make his body better.

Marquis Valentino.

He wondered how a sword like Blaze was made, but he couldn’t copy it, even if he knew how.

A sword that worked perfectly with magical energy and made abilities stronger.

It wasn’t made in a normal way, but it could happen because Roman shared his breath with it.

Clang!

Every time he hammered the sword.

Roman’s magical energy went into the steel.

When Roman breathed in, the magical energy in the steel came back, and the bad parts of the steel were absorbed.

He did this over and over.

The steel was changing, becoming more connected to Roman’s magical energy.

People thought they made swords with normal steel, but the steel that breathed with Roman was different.

No one could do this, even if they knew how. Roman forgot the pain of his burning skin and kept doing the same thing like a crazy person.

One day, two days.

Time passed quickly.

His body wasn’t normal, but Roman found the strength to move by absorbing energy from nature.

He was pushing himself to the limit, testing how far he could go.

He didn’t know how many times he did it.

He forgot the pain.

He forgot the hunger.

He could barely feel his arm moving, and his body moved on its own.

On the fifteenth day.

Drip.

Drip drip.

Roman’s skin melted.

The skin, burned and oozing, fell off, and new skin grew in its place.

The second rebirth.

Roman was changing again.

That day.

Roman left the smithy.

He felt the hot heat and the cold wind, but he was calm.

Heat and cold didn’t bother him.

He had reached a new level.

“The second rebirth. I’m ready to reach a new level.”

Dantian.

The new magical energy was ready to explode. With mana that seemed ready to explode like an active volcano at any moment, Roman focused his mind and slowly changed the surrounding environment.

One, two.

People started to appear.

Soon, virtual beings rushed towards Roman.

Rumble.

Rumble!

A powerful aura exploded.

It was Butler.

Not just one, but two Butlers appeared, using their Five-Star aura to attack Roman at the same time.

He couldn’t have faced this head-on before.

Roman seemed weak, but he raised his magical energy and blocked Butler’s attack.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The swords clashed with a shower of sparks. A huge impact happened.

Roman didn’t move. Butler’s blade was a blur of silver, but Roman met every strike.

His face was scratched, but he stepped into the storm of aura and started his swordsmanship.

“Cheonma Sword Art, First Form of the Beginning.”

Clang!

He attacked Butler’s head.

The first Butler blocked the attack with his sword, and the second Butler attacked Roman’s side.

The wind blew.

The sword barely missed his side, and the first Butler exploded his aura and attacked.

“Cheonma Sword Art, Second Form of the Beginning.”

Clang!

Rumble!

He blocked the enemies’ attacks.

Then.

They attacked and defended dozens of times.

They moved so fast that it was hard to see. Roman and Butler fought without stopping.

Someone could have died at any moment.

If anyone lost focus, the other would kill them.

A line of death.

Standing on the edge of death, Roman felt alive in his beating heart, even though he was getting hurt.

“I didn’t choose a new life to lose. I, Roman Dmitry, will always be a predator.”

Clang!

Rumble!

He overpowered the enemy.

Cheonma Sword Art, Third Form of the Beginning.

Magical energy swirled.

It was the same attack as before, but the increased magical energy overwhelmed Butler.

Then, the virtual Butlers worked together. They attacked Roman at the same time.

Exploding aura.

They attacked the same spot.

He couldn’t have blocked that attack before.

He would have run away to survive.

But.

It was different now.

After spending fifteen days in the smithy, Roman had stepped into another world.

“Cheonma Sword Art, Third Form of the Middle.”

Rumble.

Rumble!

The Cheonma’s sword.

Roman used the power of his past life.

Cheonma Sword Art.

It has three stages.

Three Forms of the Beginning.

Three Forms of the Middle.

Three Forms of the End.

If someone can use the Three Forms of the End after three rebirths, they are unbeatable.

It wasn’t just being arrogant.

Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk knew this because he had beaten the best fighters in Murim.

So.

“Using the Middle Forms is enough to beat Butler.”

He was sure of it.

He knew he would win, but Roman wanted more than that.

“I don’t want a normal win. If I use the Cheonma Sword Art like I did in my past life, I can win, but I can’t overpower the enemy. Butler isn’t the strongest. If I can’t beat him easily, I can’t do what I need to do in the future.”

Magical energy swirled.

Time slowed down.

Roman looked at the two Butlers and had a new idea.

“Should I use the power of my past life as it is? The swordsmen in this world explode their aura. They might have weaknesses, but they are stronger in some ways than I am. So, I shouldn’t just copy what I did before. I need to adapt to this world.”

He changed his mind.

He didn’t think the new ways were bad. He used the good parts in his fighting style.

“Cheonma Sword Art, Third Form of the Middle.”

Rumble.

Rumble!

The dantian stirred.

Instead of sending the same amount of power to the sword, he exploded some of the magical energy.

He found a balance between the present and the past.

He released the energy strongly, but not without control.

Then.

Rumble!

The bright light swallowed Butler.