The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 244

Wizards were vanishing. At first, everyone thought it was just a problem with the Phoenix Magic Tower. “Oh, it’s a Phoenix issue,” they said. But then, more and more wizards disappeared. People started to see a link. These weren’t just accidents.

This had been happening for years. People were sure the wizards weren’t just disappearing by chance, but they had no proof.

Then, something shocking happened.

The Phoenix Magic Tower Lord reappeared – as a shadow.

Roman Dmitry knelt beside the dead body. He looked closely at the face, burned and still. Was this the creature Felix had warned him about? He needed to be sure.

“The burn covering half of his face might be a coincidence.”

However, the shadow used magic like Phoenix’s magic. Even though it was dark magic, it was based on fire. That’s why, even after confirming that I possessed strong fire resistance, he must have tried to compete with the most powerful fire magic he could use.

If so.

The question is why the Phoenix Magic Tower Lord was reduced to a shadow.

His disappearance happened suddenly without any signs, and there was not a single connection with the Chronos Empire.

The reasonable suspicion was that maybe the Phoenix Magic Tower Lord was forced to obey using dark magic. Some people in Murim use similar magic, and they become like zombies, losing their minds.

It was confusing.

The Phoenix Magic Tower Lord that Roman Dmitry faced seemed to be thinking for himself, not just following orders.

“Black magic is a world I cannot fully grasp. There may be methods of forced obedience that I do not know.”

“Chris.”

“Yes.”

“Record the faces of the corpses through the magic video recorder. Afterwards, we will confirm all of their identities.”

“Did the Chronos Empire really forcibly control the wizards with black magic? If that’s true. This matter must be formally brought up in the international community and questioned. No matter how much it is the Chronos Empire, they cannot avoid responsibility for this.”

Chris was angry.

Black magic.

It was a forbidden area.

He couldn’t hide his anger that their common enemy had used a power that abandoned humanity.

Roman Dmitry said.

“It doesn’t really matter if they joined Chronos willingly or were forced. The important fact is that the Chronos Empire revealed the existence of black magicians even knowing that there was a possibility of ‘detection.’ No, the existence of black magicians has been constantly raised since before. The three shadows that operate in the shadows of Chronos. The fact that black magicians are one of them, people have only denied reality, but if they wanted to confirm it, they could have found out in the first place.”

Chronos.

They were becoming more and more daring.

They revealed the existence of black magicians, openly invaded Valhalla’s territory, and in the disputes related to the Cairo Kingdom, the Chronos Empire didn’t hide their ambitions.

Powerful people doing terrible things. Maybe they even *want* the truth to start a war.

People couldn’t face the truth, and everyone was watching the continent collapse with their eyes open.

The ambition to conquer the continent.

It wouldn’t take long.

The signals occurring all over the continent were clear evidence that the Chronos Empire’s desires would soon erupt like an active volcano.

It was interesting. If Roman Dmitry was a normal person…

The moment he first fell out of Chronos’s favor, he would have faced death without even approaching the truth.

“Prepare the troops. In one hour. We will head straight to the trade city.”

It was still far to Dmitry.

Chronos would certainly.

Chronos wouldn’t miss this chance to kill Roman Dmitry.

It was a battle against time.

He needed to reach the trade city fast, but Roman Dmitry didn’t hurry.

Whenever he arrived.

Safety was the top priority.

If he moved recklessly and was attacked by Chronos just before arriving, Dmitry’s troops would have no choice but to face them in the worst physical condition.

So he made sure to take breaks.

They stopped in towns for food and rest, even if it took a whole day.

In that schedule.

Sanchez was thinking hard.

He felt angry and helpless when he remembered fighting the shadows.

‘How could Dmitry’s soldiers deal with the shadows? Not all of them are stronger than the warriors of Valhalla. Yet they cut through the bodies of the shadows that scattered like smoke, showing that there was something different about them than us. It seemed like they had a special way to fight them.”

After the battle ended.

Roman Dmitry said it was okay to go back, but Sanchez and the warriors of Valhalla said they couldn’t.

It was a matter of Valhalla’s pride.

They were ready to die to help Roman Dmitry get back safely.

So, learning how to fight shadows was very important to them. If another battle broke out, they wanted to at least take the shadows with them to the afterlife.

He hesitated for a long time.

Finally, Sanchez, who had made a decision, approached Roman Dmitry.

“Roman Dmitry. Please tell me how to deal with the shadows.”

He asked directly.

He didn’t think Roman Dmitry would agree.

Sharing secret fighting skills is a big deal, and even if Roman Dmitry refused to teach them, Sanchez wouldn’t be angry.

Thinking about it the other way around, it was a simple matter.

Even if it was himself, sharing secret techniques was an issue that he would have to seriously consider, so when he asked, Sanchez looked like he knew it was a big ask.

Roman Dmitry said.

“I understand. I will have Chris pass on the technique.”

“…Are you saying that sincerely?”

“You Valhalla warriors showed how brave you are in the fight with the shadows. You deserve to know this technique.”

A calm word.

Sanchez was very moved.

Sanchez felt Valhalla didn’t always appreciate its warriors.

He never expected someone from another country, someone he had been unfair to, to understand how much Valhalla’s warriors give.

And so, they started learning the technique as they traveled.

Chris followed Roman Dmitry’s orders. He started training and explained the technique to the soldiers.

Chris explained, “Attacking shadows is not too hard. Shadows have two weak points. First, when a shadow is trying to become solid, there’s a moment it’s weak. We attack at that moment. Second, we can feel the flow of magic in shadows and cut that flow to break them.”

The explanation was simple.

Roman Dmitry taught his soldiers well. They learned the technique quickly.

Feeling the flow of mana.

They already learned to feel mana in their training. This new technique was just using that skill in a new way. They practiced a lot and learned it well.

However.

The warriors of Sanchez and Valhalla were different.

Even after days of trying, they couldn’t understand it. They were amazed that anyone could do it.

Sanchez asked, “Are Dmitry soldiers all magic geniuses? I just can’t feel this mana flow like you guys do.”

Sanchez’s question.

Only then did Chris realize.

The things Roman Dmitry had taught him.

How valuable and precious his teachings had been.

It was certain.

The Valhalla Emperor desired his loyalty, but the most ideal environment for growing as a swordsman was to remain under Roman Dmitry and receive his teachings.

Chris was sure of it. It didn’t matter if it was the Chronos Empire or the Valhalla Empire. Staying with Roman Dmitry was the best way for him to become a great swordsman.

Whenever he surpassed Roman Dmitry.

Then.

The world would call him the greatest swordsman on the continent.

Days turned into weeks as Roman Dmitry and his group traveled towards Valhalla. News of his victories spread ahead of them.

Valhalla was excited. Every time Roman Dmitry entered a city, people ran into the streets to see him. ‘Look! It’s Roman Dmitry!’ someone shouted. ‘We respect you!’ cried another. The streets were packed with cheering people. Some even knelt down as he passed, pretending to bow like to a king.

To the people of Valhalla, Roman Dmitry was no longer just a stranger.

His willingness to confront the Chronos Empire’s conspiracy head-on reminded them of the heroic sagas that had once set their hearts ablaze.

People said.

“Roman Dmitry is a great warrior who will one day ascend to the world of warriors. Look at his actions. He proved his warrior’s spirit by defeating Barbosa even after taking poison, and he hasn’t retreated a single step even though the Chronos Empire is openly trying to kill him. On the Salamander Continent, there has never been anyone like Roman Dmitry. He is showing the pride of a warrior who seeks to overthrow the continent’s two great powers with just a sword.”

It was a story Valhalla admired.

A single sword.

Excluding all other background issues, Roman Dmitry proved his existence solely through force.

His origins from a weak country only added to the hero’s specialness.

Unlike the Empire, he didn’t even have a reliable background, yet his powerful force rendered all premises meaningless.

Barbosa knelt after seven attacks.

And even though the Chronos Empire openly revealed its assassination intentions, it repeatedly failed to kill Roman Dmitry, unlike previous history.

It was a hero’s journey.

As each of his deeds was recounted, the people of Valhalla regarded Roman Dmitry’s existence as something special.

On the road to the trade city.

Eyes and ears were focused.

The harassment from the shadows continued, and whenever a battle broke out, news of victory invariably struck Valhalla.

Behold!

Roman Dmitry has triumphed!

Once again, Chronos’s trash died by his sword!

Whenever people gathered in small groups, they would talk about Roman Dmitry without realizing how much time had passed.

Two weeks later.

Finally, as they approached the trade city, Valhalla’s forces came to find Roman Dmitry.

Rodriguez appeared at the edge of the forest, his face shadowed by the trees. He was a tall man, with a scar across his cheek, and his eyes were cold as he looked at Roman Dmitry.

“We will guide you from here on out.”

It was a man who identified himself as Rodriguez.

He was the leader of Nokya, one of Valhalla’s military organizations, and his ranking was 7th, one step below Barbosa.

It was good news.

In a situation that ordinary people would accept as such, Roman Dmitry reacted coldly.

“Let’s dispense with the pretense. I don’t need your help. It’s impossible for Chronos to run rampant in Valhalla’s territory without Valhalla’s permission. It seems you’ve deliberately sent troops to appease the public eye, but since we both know the truth, it would be best to secure a suitable justification and withdraw.”

Rodriguez grinned.

Barbosa’s death.

It was a great achievement, but there was no reason to fear Roman Dmitry in Valhalla’s land.

“If you think Valhalla is trying to trap you, why walk right into our hands? Why not hide in a city and force us to protect you?” Rodriguez asked.

The more Roman Dmitry’s reputation grew.

The clearer the reason to kill him became.

At Rodriguez’s blatant display of intent, Roman Dmitry also gave a light smile.

As if it were absurd.

He looked down on his opponent.

“You’re wrong. You *cannot* kill me. Not here, not anywhere,” Roman Dmitry said.

In that instant.

Rodriguez’s expression hardened.

The murderous aura that rose up constricted his heart.

“When I return to Dmitry, Valhalla will pay for this. You will pay,” Roman Dmitry threatened.

Roman Dmitry. He was definitely insane.

In Valhalla’s land, while being attacked by the Chronos Empire.

Having turned both of the continent’s great powers into enemies, he boldly gave both empires the justification to attack him.

He became genuinely curious.

In the next few days.

Whether Roman Dmitry would truly be able to return to Dmitry.

Rodriguez instinctively felt certain that such a thing must never happen.

Rodriguez smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. The game had begun.