The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 227

In Valhalla, people say: ‘Even a fat man walking by might once have been a warrior.’

A drunk man showed this was true.

His face hit the table hard, breaking his nose and making it bleed. But he quickly lifted his head.

Blood covered his face. Anyone else would be crying and falling down. But this drunk man looked angry, his face twisted up. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Ptooey! That bad person hit me when I wasn’t looking?!” That’s all he said. Then, he ran forward like a crazy person.

He tried to hit Chris with his head, but Chris moved to the side and punched the man in the stomach.

*Sound of a punch!* “Ugh!” The drunk man’s eyes got big. It hurt terribly! But he bit his teeth hard and started punching Chris again and again.

This man was very tough and didn’t give up easily. He really wanted to beat Chris, no matter what. But Chris was too strong for him.

*Another hit!* Chris punched his ribs. Then, he slapped his face hard. The drunk man stumbled back. Chris kicked him in the stomach, and he fell awkwardly onto a table.

“That bad guy!”

“Get him!” Suddenly, a fight started.

The drunk man’s friends, who were laughing and watching, jumped up. They saw that this was serious now.

There were three friends. They looked like they knew how to fight in the streets, and their punches were fast. But one punch from Chris was enough to make them dizzy.

*Punch! Bang!* It was all over quickly. Before the three men could even react, they were on the ground. Chris kicked them again as they tried to get up.

Blood flew everywhere. They were knocked out and couldn’t attack Chris anymore.

This is Valhalla. They have their own rules here. When people argue, they fight. But winning a fight here is different than in other places.

There are three ways to win: kill your enemy, make them unable to fight, or make them give up. If none of those happen, then someone has to say they lose to stop the fight.

So, just bleeding and falling down isn’t enough to stop a fight in Valhalla.

People in Valhalla hate giving up more than dying. So, these drunk men would only stop fighting when they were knocked out.

The inn was a mess. It had been a normal, busy place just moments ago. Now, people were bleeding on the floor, tables were broken. The inn owner didn’t even seem to care.

It was like this happened every day. Roman Dmitry put a gold coin on the table and stood up.

“I will pay for the damage,” he said. “Now, tell me, where is the busiest place in Paulo?”

Gold. When the inn owner saw it, he smiled widely.

“Oh, thank you! I will show you the busiest part of Paulo!”

Even a person from Valhalla… In the end, a human was just a human.

The inn owner showed them the way. Roman Dmitry and his group came to a square full of people.

“This is Paulo Square,” said the inn owner. “It’s the center of the city. You can get to anywhere in Paulo from here. It’s very busy. Listen, don’t make trouble here like you did at my inn. I work with people from other countries, so I don’t mind much. But some people here are very angry if someone from Valhalla is hurt.”

He really meant it. He quickly covered his face with a cloth and rushed away from the square. He was scared someone would see him.

Roman Dmitry looked around. These were the people of Valhalla. It seemed peaceful here. Like in any country, people were talking together, shop owners were calling out to get customers, and sellers were shouting to sell their things.

But people from other countries didn’t belong in this peaceful scene. When people from other countries came near, the sellers stopped talking. Some people frowned and held their noses.

Actually, Paulo wasn’t the worst city for this. But it was close to the border, so it saw more people from other countries than other cities in Valhalla. And during the festival, the dislike of outsiders was strongest.

This festival was to remember brave Valhalla warriors. Only Valhalla people were supposed to enjoy it. But many people from other countries wanted to see the festival, so they came to Valhalla. The Valhalla people didn’t like this.

These outsiders were not warriors. Only people who had fought in battles and bled were allowed to enjoy the festival. But these outsiders were just treating it like fun.

This was a big problem for them. They didn’t want outsiders to ruin their special Valhalla traditions. So, coming to Valhalla during the festival was dangerous for outsiders.

Roman Dmitry walked through the crowd. People who disliked him moved away. They whispered to their friends, showing they hated Roman Dmitry.

This dislike of outsiders could quickly become fighting. If even one person looked angry and stepped forward, they might start hitting outsiders.

It was an interesting place. They called it an empire, but it didn’t act like a real empire should.

Just like Chronos was too greedy, Valhalla was still too wild and rough.

“It’s not an accident that the Salamander Continent is in chaos. It’s because of Chronos and Valhalla. These two strong countries that rule the continent are not fair or good. That’s why there is always war and fighting. People blame Chronos for the chaos, but Valhalla’s ways and what they ignore are also to blame.”

Suddenly, he stopped walking. This trip to Valhalla… it was the beginning of something new. Before a real war started, Roman Dmitry would make everyone here notice him.

*Whispers started.* Everyone looked at him. In the middle of the square. They all stared at him, suspicious of this outsider. Roman Dmitry spoke loudly.

“I am Roman Dmitry, from the Dmitry family! If anyone wants to fight me, come here!”

The air changed. Before, people were just being unfriendly and careful. But Roman Dmitry’s words made them angry.

This was Roman Dmitry. The famous swordsman who used aura. Normally, people would be scared and run away. But Valhalla was not normal.

“You are making trouble in Valhalla! I will fight you!”

It was a strong, big man. He was huge, like a mountain, and his face was full of scars. You could see he was a tough fighter.

People made a circle around Roman Dmitry and the big man. It was like a fight arena. No one said “start,” but the big man ran at Roman Dmitry like crazy.

*Loud noise!* Aura light appeared around the man. He was also a swordsman who used aura. He wasn’t as strong as Roman Dmitry, but he looked very scary, like he could beat Roman Dmitry easily.

*Sound of wind!* He swung his weapon. The huge axe cut through the air. Roman Dmitry moved quickly to avoid it, without even taking out his own sword. You could hear the air being cut, it was a strange sound.

The man moved forward quickly. He wanted to win fast. He attacked strongly, not even trying to block Roman Dmitry’s moves. He only wanted to hit Roman Dmitry hard.

Even though Roman Dmitry was stronger, the man fought with courage.

However, it didn’t matter.

He had chosen the wrong opponent.

Roman Dmitry moved easily away from the attacks. He tripped the man slightly. As the man lost balance, Roman Dmitry slapped him hard on the cheek.

*Whack!*

The man’s head turned sharply.

Blood came from his cheek, small drops falling to the ground.

The man was confused. He had swung his weapon, but all that happened was a slap.

Having swung his weapon only to be slapped, the man gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger.

In Valhalla, being shamed was worse than dying.

The man’s muscles bulged as if about to burst, but his wild swings never found their mark.

And inevitably.

*Whack!*

Another slap landed.

At first, he thought it wasn’t an intentional attack.

But after being slapped again, he realized Roman Dmitry was making a fool of him.

“You bastard!”

Rage exploded.

This was clearly meant to shame him. It was a huge insult.

In Valhalla, warriors were to be respected, yet he was being mocked like a mere child.

His face was bruised and bloody.

The man charged madly, swinging his weapon regardless of the slaps, but even his strong will couldn’t help him now.

*Whack!*

His head jerked to the side.

He tried to hit back with his axe, but *Whack!* another slap turned his head again.

This time, he lunged forward, trying to grab Roman Dmitry in a bear hug.

*Whack!*

His legs wobbled.

He was disoriented.

His eyes went blurry from the hits. His strong fighting spirit was broken by Roman Dmitry’s power.

But strangely, he didn’t pass out. He didn’t fall down, even after all those hits.

The slaps were incredibly strong, like they could break his face. But he didn’t pass out, no matter how many times he was hit.

*Whack! Whack, whack!*

At last, he fell to his knees.

He was just a man. He couldn’t take anymore.

He couldn’t stop the slaps. He had to end this somehow.

“…I yield.”

Only then.

Did Roman Dmitry lower his hand, which had been about to deliver another slap.

“Boo!” yelled the crowd. “You should have died fighting!” shouted another. “Coward! You shame Valhalla!” The crowd was angry and mocked him.

Three choices.

Having chosen to surrender, they now regarded the warrior they had initially cheered as a disgrace.

The man felt it was unfair.

Only he knew how bad the slaps were. The shock was so strong, it felt like his brain was shaking. He had never felt anything like it, even in war.

“Get out of the way. I’ll show you the will of Valhalla.”

Another man stepped forward. He was thinner than the first, but a long scar cut across his face. His eyes were sharp and determined. He looked like someone who would never give up easily.

He, too, knew he couldn’t defeat Roman Dmitry.

Everyone knew Roman Dmitry was incredibly strong. He was famous for using aura swords and had even beaten Commander Gustavo. Normal fighters couldn’t beat him.

However.

But giving up was different. Even if he lost, he wanted to show everyone how a warrior should lose with honor.

And that thought.

But that idea disappeared as soon as he was slapped.

*Whack!*

Evading a dagger attack.

Roman Dmitry slapped him.

When his head snapped back, he saw stars for a moment.

‘…This is insane.’

Terrible pain.

His vision blurred.

The man staggered, almost crying out that he surrendered, but the jeers of the crowd echoed in his mind, and he barely managed to shut his mouth.

He regretted his decision now.

He understood why the previous man had surrendered, but he didn’t want to show the humiliation of surrendering to people who valued the process.

‘I have to go all out now,’ he thought.

He abandoned defense and charged.

Better to be knocked unconscious. Then, at least, people would see him as a brave warrior who lost.

However.

*Whack! Whack, whack!*

No matter how many times he was hit, his mind remained intact.

Roman Dmitry was doing something strange while he slapped him. Even though the pain was terrible, the man couldn’t pass out.

It was a situation that could only be bewildering to the opponent.

This made no sense to the man.

The man thought the slaps would keep coming until he begged to stop. So, he decided to pretend to faint.

*Whack!*

His head turned.

His legs wobbling, the man collapsed to the ground as if he had fainted from the shock.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

The crowd would applaud the man who fought to the end before collapsing, even if he was defeated.

Even as his vision went dark, he heard Roman Dmitry’s cold voice.

“Get up. You haven’t lost consciousness yet.”

Roman Dmitry grabbed him. “Kraaah!” The man screamed as Roman Dmitry’s foot pressed hard on his chest. He jumped up.

Realizing that his intentions had been exposed, the man’s face went red with shame.

Only then did he understand.

‘This bastard, could it be.’

Roman Dmitry had wanted to crush Valhalla’s pride from the start.