The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 275

The wide lake stretched out, calm and blue under the afternoon sun. Beside its shore, in a simple wooden pavilion, sat Master Lin, an old man with a long white beard, and a younger man, Jian. They sipped their tea slowly.

“It’s been ten years since Baek Jung-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon, died,” Master Lin said, his voice quiet. “When I first came to the Central Plains Murim, this land famous for its martial arts schools, it was already ruled by Baek Jung-hyuk. I heard stories about him, of course, but I didn’t truly believe them. But the more I learned, the more I understood. The stories weren’t too much. They didn’t even tell the whole truth. History books say his followers helped him unite Murim, but that’s not quite right.”

The young man, Jian, moistened his lips with tea, listening intently.

Master Lin, once a great master from the Righteous Sects of Murim, had opposed Baek Jung-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon.

“A single man,” Master Lin continued. “Baek Jung-hyuk’s fighting skill overwhelmed all of Murim’s Righteous Sects. Every time he appeared, he achieved incredible victories. The day he destroyed the Shaolin Temple was the end. From the start, we were destined to lose because we couldn’t defeat him. The Righteous Sects knew this and quickly fell apart, trying to save their strength for the future.”

“You speak the truth,” Jian replied. “When the 108 Arhats of Shaolin were slaughtered by one man, we knew we couldn’t win.”

“Then, I have a question. In the history of the Demonic Cult, Baek Jung-hyuk is the only one to reach the Celestial realm. He alone united Murim. The Demonic Cult’s martial art that made him so strong—is the Heavenly Demon Divine Art truly the greatest martial art?”

Jian’s curiosity was evident.

Heavenly Demon Divine Art. The greatest martial art under the heavens – a title that would be remembered forever.

Master Lin smiled, took another sip of tea, and spoke vaguely.

“Maybe. Baek Jung-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon, was like a god when he reached the Celestial realm. No one could touch him. But, you see, people who weren’t there don’t really understand what it was like.”

“What do you mean?” Jian asked, confused.

“When the Righteous Sects admitted defeat, Baek Jung-hyuk was only at the Terrestrial stage. He reached the Celestial realm later, building on what he had already learned. The Heavenly Demon we fought was as strong as previous Heavenly Demons even before reaching the Celestial realm. Do you understand what that means?”

Jian was silent, processing the information.

If Master Lin was right, Baek Jung-hyuk’s conquest of Murim was even more impressive.

Clearly, the history books of the Central Plains Murim remembered Baek Jung-hyuk as an overwhelmingly powerful figure.

It was hard to explain his achievements without acknowledging his unprecedented attainment of the Celestial realm.

Master Lin explained, “It’s simple. Baek Jung-hyuk was just beyond comparison.”

Rumble.

A thick cloud of dust exploded upwards, like a brown wave.

The soldiers of Dimitri and the Cairo Alliance swallowed hard as they faced the sight of nearly three hundred thousand enemies charging towards them.

They knew this moment was coming, but seeing it was different.

Fear crept in, making their legs tremble.

They gritted their teeth and glared ahead.

Roman Dimitri walked calmly towards the enemy.

People watched him, a mix of emotions on their faces, impressed by his composure. They believed in him, but they also knew that even he might be overwhelmed by such a massive force.

From the start, this war seemed impossible. Cairo and Dimitri alone couldn’t defeat the Cronos Empire.

Then, Roman Dimitri activated the Heavenly Demon Overlord Steps.

With a single step, he stomped on the ground.

The earth’s energy surged through his legs, mixing with the Heavenly Demon Divine Art in his core, unleashing incredible power.

‘First Form of the Mid-Stage Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

Flash!

He swung his sword so fast that people couldn’t see what he was doing before the enemy arrived.

Then, the massacre began, shocking everyone.

The energy from the sword tore through the air, and soldiers of the Cronos Empire were swept away before they could even get close.

Wham!

Rumble!

Dozens? Hundreds, no, countless enemies were ripped apart by a single blow. The charging soldiers looked bewildered.

What was happening?

Roman Dimitri wasn’t a mage who specialized in fighting large groups; he was an aura swordsman.

Their bodies kept running forward, but their minds couldn’t understand what they were seeing.

Whoosh!

Rumble!

He leaped off the ground.

Roman Dimitri vanished and reappeared in the air.

Sunlight glinted off his aura as a deadly rain fell upon their heads.

Wham!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

“Kraaah.”

“Aargh!”

The enemies were annihilated, their bodies torn apart, leaving holes in the charging ranks.

Heavenly Demon Overlord Steps meant accepting nature’s energy and combining it with the Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

If one step accepted a power of 1, two steps accepted a power of 2, and three steps accepted a power of 3.

Tap.

The second step.

As Roman Dimitri used the Heavenly Demon Overlord Steps and gathered mana, people saw something unbelievable.

‘Second Form of the Mid-Stage Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

Flash!

The air itself seemed to crack and tear where his sword moved, and soldiers in front of him vanished as if wiped away by a giant hand.

It was nothing like they expected. Instead of a close fight, people died before even reaching Roman Dimitri.

Like the Heavenly Demon Sword Art, the Heavenly Demon Overlord Steps had no set form.

Roman Dimitri, in the second step, charged into the middle of the enemies.

Pat.

Pat pat pat pat pat.

Blood splattered.

His sword moved so fast that no one could see it cutting through the enemies.

Screams echoed from everywhere.

They desperately tried to attack, but those who faced Roman Dimitri were instantly killed.

To use all nine steps, one had to reach the Celestial realm.

But Baek Jung-hyuk conquered the Central Plains Murim before that.

Three steps.

Wham!

Rumble!

The ground shook.

The enemies lost their footing, and blood splattered again in the exploding aura.

It was a massacre. Instead of a normal battle, Roman Dimitri was simply slaughtering the enemies.

Duke Bamford, shocked, finally ordered an attack. He never imagined this could happen.

He didn’t know that a massive army of three hundred thousand could be stopped like this.

Shaolin. The Central Plains Murim. They weren’t weak.

The Cronos Empire was strong enough to rule the continent, but like the Righteous Sects of Murim, they were facing the wrong person.

An existence beyond comparison.

That was Baek Jung-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon.

From the moment he reached the Terrestrial realm and accepted the Fire Demon’s power, Dimitri could stand against the Cronos Empire.

It wasn’t just that Dimitri had become stronger.

Roman Dimitri’s presence was now overwhelming, not just in small fights but in large battles between nations.

Four steps.

‘Third Form of the Mid-Stage Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

With one step.

A fitting strike.

When Roman Dimitri swung his sword, hundreds of soldiers vanished.

Wham!

Rumble!

Dust clouds rose.

When he emerged from the dust, the scene had changed.

Three hundred thousand soldiers.

They had stopped walking, looking at Roman Dimitri with fear.

The air grew cold. I felt a chill, even in this hot place.

Everyone knew that to defeat Roman Dmitry, many soldiers would die.

My heart constricted. At this rate, a one-sided massacre was inevitable, like wolves let loose among sheep.

It was then.

“Knights of Chronos, follow me!”

It was Hannibal.

Sensing the unusual turn of events, he stepped forward with an uncharacteristically grim expression.

Hannibal, the Devil of Chronos, usually loved this. The smell of blood, the screams of dying men – it was music to him. But now, facing Roman Dmitry, his hands were cold.

He and the Knights of Chronos, numbering in the hundreds, all manifested their auras, displaying a desperate will to eliminate Roman Dmitry at all costs.

Roman Dmitry. Hannibal and the knights. They advanced towards each other.

The air grew thick with anticipation. Everyone held their breath, waiting for Hannibal to make his move.

Hannibal roared like thunder, detonating his aura.

“Knights of Chronos! For the Emperor! CHARGE!”

Clang. Rumble!

They rushed forward like hounds.

Hannibal and his knights had been specifically chosen to deal with ‘Roman Dmitry’ and, despite witnessing his overwhelming power, had no intention of backing down.

The enemy was the foe of Chronos. Having taken to the battlefield under the Emperor’s command, their only options were to die or to achieve victory.

Hundreds against one. They charged at each other.

At the moment of the violent clash, the situation that the Chronos Empire had feared came to pass.

Roman Dmitry moved like lightning. His sword flashed silver in the sunlight. *Thwack!* A knight cried out, falling in two pieces. *Kraaah!* Another scream joined the first. Every swing of Roman Dmitry’s sword brought death. The Chronos knights attacked wildly, but their swords seemed to pass right through him, while his own cuts were deadly. Blood sprayed, and the ground became slippery with it.

The faces of the Chronos knights were etched with dismay. They knew he was overwhelming, but facing him in person inspired terror.

Thwack. Blood splattered.

A moment’s hesitation led directly to death, and Roman Dmitry did not cease his advance.

Whoosh! Rumble! Aura surged forth.

The Chronos knights, leaping over the corpses of their comrades, failed to achieve their aim and instead spewed blood. Even in their fading moments of consciousness, their minds were filled with questions. How could a single human be so strong? And how they had died; they could not accept the reality unfolding before their eyes.

“You crazy bastard!”

Wham! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hannibal’s aura exploded. He manifested an aura of tremendous power, befitting his reputation, but Roman Dmitry effortlessly blocked all of Hannibal’s attacks. Even amidst this, the knights of Chronos continued to fall. Hannibal’s presence did not overwhelm Roman Dmitry in the slightest, and he could only watch as the surrounding knights were massacred.

How, in the world, could such a thing be happening?

Hannibal was a powerful figure who overwhelmed Barbosa, but Roman Dmitry was toying with him even more easily than he had with Barbosa. It was a truth they could not comprehend.

In the process of dealing with Butler, Count Nicholas, and Barbosa, Roman Dmitry had perfectly grasped the ‘essence of aura.’ The thought that had originated from a single question had become a conviction, and his past experiences had perfectly countered the powerful weapons of his enemies.

Rumble! Aura shattered.

They were no match for him.

Chris and Kevin, the reason they had achieved ‘unthinkable’ results against masters of aura, was because they had inherited Roman Dmitry’s teachings.

Roman Dmitry, unlike any other being. A great figure who would redefine the history of aura swordsmanship.

Hannibal knew it then. Roman Dmitry had deliberately not killed him.

While he was struggling and attacking, Roman Dmitry had swiftly slaughtered the knights of Chronos. Cutting, cutting, and cutting again. A massacre accompanied by screams unfolded.

Hannibal, who had been struggling so fiercely, realized at some point that he was the only one left.

It was then. Flash!

“Kraaah!”

Hannibal screamed. His world crumbled.

Hannibal belatedly realized that his legs had been severed, as pain surged up from his lower body.

It was unbelievable. Second in Chronos ranking. Third in the continent. He was not a man who should have been defeated like this. His reputation as the Devil of Chronos, his past achievements, all proved what kind of being Hannibal was.

Hannibal’s eyes widened. This couldn’t be happening. He, Hannibal, was supposed to be strong. He felt a cold dread creep into his heart.

Suppressing the pain, Hannibal looked up at Roman Dmitry with eyes filled with shock.

“Who… who *are* you? What *are* you?”

“Hannibal. The Devil of Chronos. I’ve heard rumors about you. After capturing the Western Front, you enjoyed torturing the captured soldiers every night as a hobby, didn’t you?”

Their conversation. Everyone heard it.

Duke Bamford, while watching the situation, could not bring himself to issue the order to attack Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry met Hannibal’s gaze. He crouched down and looked at him.

“I don’t think it’s strange at all for inhumane acts to occur on the battlefield. The battlefield is too realistic a world to talk about such things. But, messing with my people is a different matter. If someone tortures and inflicts pain on my people, I will inflict the same, or even greater, pain on them. That’s how I, Roman Dmitry, live.”

Thwack.

“Gack?!”

He grabbed his lower jaw. He grabbed his teeth with his hand, and then pulled them out.

“Kraaah!”

He screamed. Hannibal writhed in pain, struggling to escape from Roman Dmitry.

Then.

“Stay still.”

Crack!

He broke his arm. To prevent Hannibal from resisting any further, to prevent his pitiful hands from reaching him, Roman Dmitry not only cut off both legs but also broke both arms.

Hannibal’s terrified gaze reached Roman Dmitry.

He, too, had enjoyed torture enough to be called a devil, but he had never seen anyone commit such cruel acts in the middle of the battlefield.

And so. Roman Dmitry pulled out his teeth one by one. Whether Hannibal struggled or not, he returned the actions of the devil, which people spoke of with fear, in the same way.

On this wide plain, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were packed together. But no one opened their mouth. Even their breathing was cautious. As if only the two of them existed in this space, the forces on both sides watched the scene in silence.