The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 236

Roman Dmitry returned from meeting Baron Jonathan. He immediately told Chris about his plan to enter the eve festival. “The Valhalla Empire wants to kill me on stage,” Roman said, his voice calm but serious. “If Barboza can’t beat me, they will attack our people first. They want to weaken us before the main festival. I know their plan, and that’s why I agreed to their invitation.”

Chris listened without saying a word. Roman was telling him about a dangerous situation. But Chris felt something else too – trust. *Roman trusts me*, he thought, his heart swelling. This mission was risky, very risky. But that’s why it meant so much.

“Chris,” Roman continued, “This trip to Valhalla will be dangerous from start to finish. They will try to stop us from returning to Dmitry. But we need to send a strong message with this fight, both on the eve festival stage and on the main stage. If we beat Valhalla’s warriors, stop their plan, and come back alive, people who follow Dmitry will trust us even more.”

Some might ask, *Is it really necessary to go this far?* Roman Dmitry had already earned a lot of trust, even without accepting Valhalla’s invitation.

He could have stayed safe and just given orders. If Roman Dmitry only wanted to avoid the empire’s plans, he had other choices.

But Roman had a different goal from the beginning. He saw the empire, which everyone thought was untouchable, as an equal enemy. He didn’t want to back down, even a little.

If they attack, he would hit back just as hard. He would crush their dirty plans without hesitation.

Other people might think this was too risky. But Roman believed it would help him reach his big goal.

Roman Dmitry said, “I will defeat Barboza completely, so there will be no doubt. Chris, you will go out on the eve festival stage and show everyone what you can do. I don’t want a cowardly win. I want you to behead all 29 of them with your own hands. Then no one will doubt the sword that I, Roman Dmitry, trust.”

The order was given. It was a mission that could cost him his life.

Chris’s voice was full of excitement as he replied, “I will obey! I will make the name of Dmitry famous on the eve festival stage!”

Beheading 29 people was a crazy order. It seemed impossible. But Chris trusted Roman Dmitry’s orders completely.

He believed in Roman. Even when he first became a warrior of Lawrence, he had turned impossible matches into victories.

Looking back, nothing had seemed easy. The southern front fell because of Hector. He fought the rebels of Marquis Benedict. There was the big war with the Cronos Empire. In each case, he achieved amazing things that will be remembered in history.

A person’s ability depends on what they have experienced. Even when the warriors of Valhalla were trying to save their energy, Chris had a different idea.

‘To behead all 29 of them, I can’t hold back at all. I will take out every enemy in my way from the start, so they will fear me. They will have no choice but to come at me, leaving their necks open.’

He would not accept defeat. He had a strong desire to win.

Chris pushed off the ground and moved like lightning. He swung his sword so fast that the warrior didn’t even have time to react before his head flew off.

The other warriors were shocked as they watched the head fall. Chris rushed forward, slashing at their heads and chests.

It all happened in an instant. Less than ten seconds after the flag was waved, the crowd cheered loudly.

“Waaah!”

“He’s crazy!”

“Chris, go!”

In that brief moment, the warriors all turned to Chris. Even though they didn’t plan it, they knew they had to deal with the biggest threat.

This was the eve festival stage, a battle of thirty people. They looked at each other and then tried to avoid fighting anyone but Chris.

Rumble!

“Come on,” Chris said.

No matter how the others reacted, Chris didn’t stop. He faced those who stood in his way, using his aura to defend himself and dodging their attacks with quick steps. They were all skilled swordsmen from different families, with skills ranging from 2-star to 4-star. But they couldn’t react to Chris’s attacks.

Flash!

Every time, a neck was cut clean.

Chris’s sword skills were so good, the other warriors couldn’t even react. It was unbelievable.

In the past few months, Roman Dmitry had planned special training. The soldiers were excited to improve, even though they knew it would be hard. But their excitement didn’t last long. It was like hell.

Besides the tough training, they also sparred with Roman Dmitry. And Roman Dmitry didn’t hold back. Whether it was a one-on-one fight or a battle against many people, they were beaten badly.

Chris thought he had become stronger, but then he would get knocked down and see the sky. It was a terrible time.

He knew Roman Dmitry was special, but when he fought him, he realized he couldn’t even compare. The difference in skill was too great. He worried that he wouldn’t be able to help Roman Dmitry in the future.

That’s why Roman Dmitry’s soldiers worked so hard. Even though they were beaten badly every day, they tried everything they could to become stronger. They were very determined.

They couldn’t even sleep well. At night, Roman Dmitry would set up surprise attacks. They stayed up all night, and then the day of the final battle arrived.

And now, Chris’s sword was very sharp. His senses were on high alert, ready to react to any attack.

Rumble!

Whoosh.

They attacked him from every direction. One warrior tried to cut off his head, while another attacked him from behind. The warriors didn’t plan to work together, but because Chris was so dangerous, they had to attack at the same time.

‘Behind me!’

Flash!

He cut down the swordsman in front of him. Then, he twisted his body. He saw the surprised look on the other warrior’s face and quickly cut off his head.

Splatter!

Blood rained down. Chris’s body felt hot.

He was more worried about the enemy who died by someone else’s hand than about the danger he was in. *Will I fail to defeat all 29 people myself?*

What could he do? He had to focus on the present.

Chris pushed off the ground. There were still many enemies to defeat.

He had dealt with exactly eight enemies when…

Chris quickly raised his sword to block.

“Wham!”

“You weak little worm, you don’t know who you are, do you?” The voice was Gonzales.

He followed Baron Jonathan. Gonzales glared at Chris. His eyes showed he wanted to kill him.

“I hate guys like you,” Gonzales spat. “You come from a weak country, fight each other, and then think you are the best. It’s funny. If you were really strong, you wouldn’t act like this here in Valhalla.”

Gonzales also had special orders. Baron Jonathan told him to kill Chris for sure. But even without orders, Gonzales didn’t like Chris.

Gonzales wanted to be the star here. He was very angry that Chris was getting attention.

“I’ll stop you from causing trouble anymore.”

Gonzales’s aura, like a 4-star warrior, appeared strongly.

This strong feeling was different from his past enemies.

The aura, distorting the air, was about to hit Chris hard when a flash of light blinded him.

A shiver went down his spine. Quickly, he turned his head, but a sharp sting occurred near his eye.

A small sound, like something hitting skin. *Pat.*

“……?!”

Chris didn’t see the attack.

He knew it would happen, because he saw other fighters fall, but Chris’s attack was faster than he had imagined.

Gonzales gritted his teeth.

He increased his speed.

As if to prove that he was no slower than Chris, he quickly cut off any escape route with lightning-fast attacks.

His aura flashed.

People’s attention immediately focused on their duel, and it looked like Gonzales was winning easily against Chris.

However, Gonzales felt something was wrong.

He clearly had the upper hand in terms of aura, but Chris didn’t look like he was losing, even with Gonzales’s strong attacks.

Chris’s sparring partner was Roman Dmitry.

A monster who had cut down Morales in one strike.

Roman Dmitry had pushed Chris to his limits, and with that experience, a 4-star aura was not so threatening.

It wasn’t that he denied it was a dangerous power.

In a simple battle of strength, Gonzales would have the advantage, but Chris knew that aura wasn’t everything.

No matter how strong you are, the fight was about who could cut the other’s fragile body first.

Chris calmly responded to his opponent’s attacks, and then, in a quick opening, he pushed his sword out fast like lightning.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Gonzales reacted quickly.

As he pulled his sword back to block Chris’s attack, he saw a smile on Chris’s face.

Wham-

The explosion of aura.

Chris had created his own technique.

Roman Dmitry’s Flash and the secret technique taught by Jonathan, the Knight Commander.

Both techniques were about being very fast, and in order to defeat enemies stronger than himself in the chaos ahead, he needed to use them a lot.

The first power that rushed out used the magic of Flash, and at the moment the enemy reacted, he changed direction by adding Jonathan’s way.

Two explosions.

Dmitry watched Chris, a flicker of something like approval in his usually cold eyes. He looked down at Chris and said,

“Excellent.”

Chris had built his own world.

The sword, drawing a bizarre trajectory, instantly cut off Gonzales’s head, his face contorted with shock.

Splatter!

Blood sprayed violently. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air.

People were horrified. The arena was a blur of movement and color, but Chris focused only on the next enemy.

Gonzales, a man everyone had considered a favorite to win, had his head cut off so easily; no one could have imagined it.

‘Nine left now.’

His throat was still very dry.

Gonzales was just one of the nine.

For Chris, beating someone stronger than him wasn’t special anymore.

No one had imagined this would happen.

It was different from Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry had beaten famous fighters before, but the reputation called Dmitry’s Flash was not famous at all in Valhalla.

A 3-star warrior.

A skill level too low to win.

That’s what everyone thought, but the sight Chris showed was thrilling.

“Die!”

Warriors rushed in from all directions. The clang of swords echoed in the arena, mixed with the shouts of the crowd.

The end of the fight was always like this.

The remaining warriors joined forces to defeat the likely winner, and that opponent was Chris, whom they had criticized as a foreigner.

Chris did not retreat a single step from the enemies’ attacks. Chris felt the weight of his sword in his hand, a familiar comfort in the chaos.

Even if the fiercely burning aura covered him, he faced them head-on, dodging their attacks and striking back.

Blood splattered.

Chris, already soaked in blood, felt like he was in a dream, exchanging blows with his enemies.

Every time his sword flashed, enemies fell.

As he beat his enemies one by one, people chanted Chris’s name with flushed faces.

“Chris! Chris!”

“Chris! Chris!”

It wasn’t because of Roman Dmitry’s background.

Chris himself deserved to be recognized as a warrior.

When people’s emotions reached their peak, Chris finally beheaded the last remaining enemy.

Flash!

It was over.

People were very happy.

On the stage where blood rained down, the last surviving victor was a foreigner from another country.

People’s attention was focused.

Now, the winner only had to pay respects to the Emperor and receive the wealth and honor as the victor.

However, Chris knelt down and offered his sword.

“Oh, my!”

“Wh-what is that!”

People were shocked.

At the end of Chris’s gaze was not the Emperor of Valhalla, but Roman Dmitry.