The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 137

The day before the tournament, Dmitry was alive with anticipation.

The town of Dmitry was overflowing with people. Every street was crowded.

Roman had planned the tournament for the northeastern lands, but people from everywhere were interested.

“Are you in the tournament too?”

“Of course! When I heard about the 100 gold prize, I rushed back as fast as I could! I wouldn’t miss this. I’ll show you how fearsome a mercenary’s sword can be, sharpened on the front lines.”

“Showing off like a mercenary! I hope you fight Chris and get beaten right away!”

“Hey! Watch your mouth!”

People had heard the rumors about Chris.

He was an opponent to be feared.

People whispered about Chris. They said he beat a 3-star swordsman in the Great War. Some even said his sword was too fast to see!

If you met Chris in one of the six groups, it was almost certain you’d be knocked out.

Even though they could only use aura up to 1-star to stop serious injuries, the idea of beating Chris with just swordsmanship didn’t even enter their minds.

“You have to watch out for Kevin too. He’s a devil. With the aura limits, he might be even more dangerous than Chris.”

“Have you seen Vulcan and Pooky? They’re huge! Basically, the point of this tournament is to avoid Chris, Kevin, Vulcan, and Pooky from Roman Dmitry’s group. If you’re foolish enough to try and win against them, you’ll probably end up with a broken arm.”

Four names were on everyone’s minds.

People remembered the opponents to avoid.

But the reason so many people wanted to join the tournament was that if they avoided those four, their chances of winning would be much better.

It was a real chance to get rich.

The other two groups were sure to be a mess, so people really hoped they’d be in one of those.

“Please,” someone muttered.

“Let me be in an easy group.”

The next day, the groups were announced.

Some were happy, and some were not.

Even among the Northeastern Union, there was joy and sadness.

One nobleman looked upset when he saw Chris’s name.

“I have to face Chris,” he mumbled.

For the past month, they had been searching everywhere for someone who could use at least 1-star aura and beat their opponents with swordsmanship.

They also had to be from the northeastern region, so most families decided to send their best fighter.

Baron Rolo, chosen to fight Chris, was in the same situation. He had said he would send a 2-star swordsman from his family, but now Chris was his opponent.

It was a bad situation.

Chris was a monster who had beaten a 3-star swordsman with just his sword skills.

The result seemed clear, and Baron Rolo didn’t want to send his best swordsman into danger.

“Don’t be so upset,” another noble said.

“The swordsman from your family is very skilled, right? Of course, Chris isn’t an easy fight, but don’t give up before you start. They’re just people. You never know what will happen in a fight, so don’t lose hope.”

These were the nobles who had avoided the dangerous fighters.

Baron Conrad was very happy because he had been matched with the opponent he wanted.

“McBurney? I can’t believe they sent that cripple!” he thought.

He had also looked into Roman’s fighters for the tournament.

They were impressive.

Even though Roman was just the son of a Baron, he had many skilled people, like Chris.

So, he had joked that he wanted McBurney as his opponent.

McBurney was a veteran who had been a centurion on the Western Front, but Conrad didn’t think he would lose to someone who had lost an arm. It wasn’t just about missing a body part.

Losing his dominant arm would have messed up his balance, which was very important for swordsmen.

But McBurney was Roman’s fighter.

The fact that he was in Conrad’s group made Conrad happier than ever.

“Everyone,” Conrad said, “this tournament is not just about us. If one of us wins, the Northeastern Union can stand up to Dmitry. So, let’s be proud. If we show we won’t back down against Chris, I’ll win the championship and lead the Northeastern Union to victory.”

“That’s right,” another noble agreed.

He was in Henderson’s group.

The idea of fighting an unknown person made him hopeful.

Everyone nodded.

Besides Chris, there was a chance to win, right?

“We’ve been preparing for the past month. Roman Dmitry might have thought he needed time to prepare too, but that time has helped us. Winning in McBurney and Henderson’s groups is almost certain. So, let’s try our best to win as much as we can. If we win half of the six groups, the Northeastern Union will be more respected, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Let’s crush them.”

People were excited.

Their eyes changed.

Except for Baron Rolo, who was facing Chris, everyone shouted together.

“Down with Dmitry!”

“Down with Dmitry!”

This tournament was a great chance.

After it, Dmitry wouldn’t be able to control the northeastern region anymore.

Baron Rolo felt unlucky.

Being in Chris’s group was bad enough, but he was going to fight Chris first.

“I can’t give up,” he thought.

If he quit, the Northeastern Union would turn against him.

As a 2-star swordsman, he was supposed to be strong for his family, and he just wanted to finish the tournament without getting hurt.

He wanted to give up, but he knew he couldn’t. Baron Rolo tried to hide his fear and warned his knight.

“Max, remember, don’t try too hard against Chris. We just need to protect the honor of the Northeastern Union. Don’t risk getting hurt just to win.”

“Lord, trust me,” Max replied.

“What are you talking about!” Baron Rolo exclaimed.

“Since I decided to join the tournament, I’ve been working hard to win. I know Chris is a great swordsman. I’ve heard how good he was in the Great War, but he’s a 2-star swordsman like me. I’m not afraid. I’ve been preparing in case I fought Chris, so please trust me.”

Max stood tall.

He showed Baron Rolo the spirit of a knight.

“Max!” Baron Rolo was moved.

He couldn’t believe this brave man was his knight.

Listening to Max, he started to think that Chris might not be unbeatable.

Baron Rolo said, “I understand. Do your best on the stage. Fight Chris with all you have, and if you think it’s impossible, give up. I’ll surrender if I think you’re in danger.”

“I understand,” Max replied.

It was an emotional moment.

A loyal knight and a lord who cared for him.

He imagined a miracle.

If Max beat Chris, he would become famous in the northeastern region.

“This is my chance to impress my lord and the crowd. You can do it, Max!” he thought.

Max walked onto the stage.

Round 1.

He believed in himself.

But then, Thwack!

“Kraaah!” Max screamed as he fell backward, covered in blood.

Chris looked different than usual.

Like a sharp sword, he looked fierce as soon as his opponent stepped onto the stage.

“I will prove myself in this tournament,” he thought.

Just winning wasn’t enough.

He wanted to win easily.

He planned to beat every opponent perfectly, starting with the first round.

He had been training hard for this.

Thinking of Roman Dmitry and his training, Chris was sure he could beat anyone.

He was confident because he knew he was ready.

The result was as expected.

Flutter.

“Start!” the signal sounded.

In 1 second, Max charged forward.

He closed the distance quickly, raising a 1-star aura to surprise Chris.

Rumble.

In 2 seconds, he swung his sword.

It was fast.

He thought Chris wouldn’t be able to react.

In 3 seconds, everything changed.

Chris moved into the onrushing aura.

The attack wasn’t strong compared to Roman’s aura, and Chris blocked all the attacks with a strong heart.

Max looked surprised.

He had planned to dodge, but he didn’t expect Chris to block everything and move forward.

Then, Chris’s sword struck.

Before Max could dodge, his nose was crushed, and he spat out blood.

Thwack!

“Kraaah!”

It was a quick victory.

Even though Max was a 2-star swordsman, Chris won in a flash.

Flutter.

“T-The first round is over! Chris of the Dmitry family wins and moves on!”

Baron Rolo was horrified.

He had been hopeful, but now he saw the reality.

“No way! Is there really that much difference?!” he wondered.

That was just the start.

The tournament continued, and screams were heard everywhere.

“Kevin of the Dmitry family wins and moves on!”

“Vulcan of the Dmitry family…”

“Pooky of the Dmitry family…”

All four matches were over in less than 10 seconds.

The confident fighters couldn’t do anything and were quickly defeated.

People started to panic.

They knew Roman Dmitry’s people were strong, but they didn’t expect them to be this overwhelming.

“Wow,” someone whispered.

“Is this what the Dmitry family is like?”

“The rumors from the Southern Front were true. Dmitry’s swordsmen are on a different level.”

Their hearts sank.

They realized that winning in the groups with those four was impossible.

So, they focused on McBurney and Henderson.

A cripple and an unknown fighter.

People thought these groups were their only hope to beat Dmitry and win.

Just then, Henderson stepped onto the stage, and everyone watched.