The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 310

The first day, Roman Dmitry faced an unexpected problem.

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh.

Flames blazed intensely.

When he first tried to melt the iron, the fire was too hot. It didn’t just melt the iron; it also changed its shape in a bad way.

This was a problem he didn’t expect.

Using a normal furnace was easy because he could control the heat. But Hwama’s flames were different. They were either too weak or too strong.

When the fire was weak, it didn’t heat the iron enough. But when he made the fire strong enough to melt the iron, the iron was ruined.

Also, Hwama’s flames reacted to iron differently than normal flames.

He had already ruined a lot of steel because of this problem.

The first step was very important, and not being able to control the fire was a big problem that could cause failure.

This was different from fighting.

When he was trying to hurt someone, he didn’t need to control the fire so carefully.

Even a weak fire could burn things, and if the fire was too strong for his enemy to handle, it didn’t matter.

The same was true of the battle in Rascal.

When Roman Dmitry sent ten thousand soldiers into Hwama’s flames, he didn’t try to control the fire carefully.

The uncontrolled fire did its job, even without him watching it until the end.

It was an interesting situation.

The flames moved wildly, doing whatever they wanted. This made Roman Dmitry interested.

“Is it that you are connected to me, but you don’t completely listen to me?”

Deep under the mountains, Roman Dmitry faced Hwama’s main body.

The being, burning with intense heat, said that Roman Dmitry and he were connected by fate.

Recently, fate had pulled Roman Dmitry into a strange situation.

The person trying to take over the continent was Alexandr from the Murim of the Central Plains. Also, the saintess Isabel, who had received a message from God, asked for Roman Dmitry’s help.

He had always wondered why he was living as Roman Dmitry on the Salamander Continent. He thought that maybe he was part of this fate, too.

Hwama had said they were connected by fate. Roman Dmitry wondered if his being here, as Roman Dmitry and not Baek Jung-hyuk, was also part of this fate, planned by someone else.

He didn’t like it.

No matter what someone planned, Roman Dmitry would defeat every challenge.

“Let’s see how long you can last.”

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh.

He made the flames even stronger.

If the flames didn’t listen to him, he would just have to force them to obey.

That was exactly the idea behind ‘Yeomhwa Divine Art’.

It was the foundation of Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk.

When he was Baek Jung-hyuk, he stood on top of a mountain that seemed to reach the sky. Looking down, he suddenly felt lonely as a human being.

“What am I living for?”

Decades had already passed.

When he was young, he wanted to defeat everyone and become the strongest. He became the best very quickly.

From then on, he lost the desire to fight, which had been his motivation.

No one dared to challenge Baek Jung-hyuk, and he easily defeated even the most famous fighters.

Time passed.

About ten years after becoming the best, people saw Baek Jung-hyuk as more than human, like a god.

Fighting was for humans.

People argued and fought over small things. But if Baek Jung-hyuk just coughed, they would bow down to the ground and shake with fear.

The Ten Great Masters of the World? Their reputations meant nothing.

They were so afraid of Baek Jung-hyuk that they didn’t even try to become the best.

Was that why Baek Jung-hyuk studied martial arts?

He improved the Cheonma Divine Art and the Cheonma Sword Technique. He also learned the martial arts of other groups.

People often say, “There is no end to learning.”

But even for a genius like Baek Jung-hyuk, who tried to make his boring life more interesting by studying, learning eventually became boring too. He learned everything.

It was natural that he had no rivals. He even began to lose his reason to live because there was nothing left to achieve.

His life was so boring.

Thinking about his past, Baek Jung-hyuk thought maybe it was time to die.

If he had wanted to live forever, he could have.

He knew how to become immortal, but he accepted that he would grow old and die.

Death was his last dream.

He didn’t want to become immortal; he wanted to die like a normal person.

And now…

Whoosh.

Fwoooooosh.

Completely surrounded by Hwama’s flames, Roman Dmitry looked truly happy.

“Good.”

A new life.

A new purpose.

He felt alive as a human being.

The uncontrolled power excited Roman Dmitry. He enjoyed trying to control it.

He didn’t have this purpose in his life as Baek Jung-hyuk.

His enemies, like Barco, Benedict, Chronos, and Alexandr, were always threatening him. But the fact that he still had a reason to fight gave him the energy to live.

Humans are like that.

Without a purpose in life, even if you have everything, you can feel trapped and unhappy.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

He strongly grabbed the overflowing flames and focused the flames that seemed ready to explode in one place.

From now on, it was a fight with Hwama.

If he couldn’t control it perfectly, the extremely hot flames would burn down the smithy.

Yeomhwa Divine Art.

He used all his power.

The power inside him boiled, and he felt like he was becoming one with Hwama.

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh.

His head was burning red.

If the dwarf Brown Rock had seen this, he would have said:

“Hwama is a power that no one can control. When God gave fire to the world, it gave warmth to humans, but it also showed its destructive side. How can a human control such flames? Don’t try to control it; accept it. That’s what Hwama is.”

Uncontrollable.

This is what Brown Rock said with confidence.

History books said clearly that humans could never control Hwama’s flames.

However…

Whoosh.

Whirr!

Barely a day had passed.

The fire in Roman Dmitry’s hand was now steady. It was much calmer than before.

The Fire Demon had given in. Roman Dmitry was now in charge.

The fire’s heat did what Roman Dmitry wanted.

“You are mine,” Roman Dmitry thought, remembering when he first met the Fire Demon.

From then on, things were set. Their relationship was decided.

The Fire Demon had talked about fate before. But now, the Demon belonged to Roman Dmitry. Roman Dmitry would control it completely from now on.

It wasn’t magic or special fire skills.

It was Roman Dmitry’s past life as Baek Jong-hyuk. Baek Jong-hyuk had been incredibly powerful, and that power helped him control the Fire Demon.

Because of this, something happened. *Screeeech!* Smoke came out, and then he made his first sword.

Just a few days.

It was faster than he had expected.

The sword was very shiny and sharp. It looked like a masterpiece. But Roman Dmitry still didn’t look happy.

This sword was made while he was learning to control the fire.

After making the first sword, he was even better at controlling the fire than before.

“Again.”

He set the sword aside.

And then.

He resumed his work.

Clang!

Clang! Clang!

The fire surged.

Now that the Fire Demon listened to him, Roman Dmitry started using a new way of making swords. It was very different from before.

It was different from using the fire of a furnace.

Before, he used fire from a furnace. He just had to deal with the heat and hit the metal. But now, with the Fire Demon, he could control the fire very carefully. He could change the heat inside and outside the metal.

Sometimes weakly.

Sometimes strongly.

He experimented in various ways.

He tested different temperatures to see which one made the best sword.

He worked very fast.

He was beyond normal human limits now. So, he quickly made the shape he wanted, without taking much time.

And then, he finished the second sword. Even the first sword was much better than the ‘Darkness’ sword he made before.

“Not enough.”

He shook his head.

It wasn’t yet.

He thought, “Not perfect.” He shook his head. His way of using the Fire Demon wasn’t perfect yet. So, the swords weren’t perfect either.

Roman Dmitry went into a deep focus.

Fire surrounded him. He hammered the metal like crazy. He had not eaten for over ten days, but he didn’t even think about time.

Things like hunger didn’t matter to him. Roman Dmitry, or Baek Jong-hyuk as he used to be, lived to achieve things. That was what was important to him.

Clang!

His muscles tightened with each hit.

His body was changing to become even better at this work.

He was lost in his work.

Finally, Roman Dmitry finished the third sword.

He looked at the sword, still glowing with fire. He felt sure of something.

“Now, the preparation is over.”

He had completely tamed the Fire Demon.

He didn’t know how long it would take.

But now, it was time for him to do what he came to the smithy to do.

From that moment on, what Felix saw started to happen.

The inside of the smithy was completely engulfed in flames, but strangely enough, the flames did not burn down the smithy.

He controlled the fire amazingly well. Roman Dmitry made the fire heat the metal exactly when and how he wanted.

Clang!

Clang, Clang!

Once.

Twice.

Three times, four times.

He hammered again and again.

Time went by, just like his obsession grew stronger. The month Roman Dmitry had planned was now over.

But he couldn’t stop.

He knew he was doing things the right way. He could see the swords getting better and better. Roman Dmitry was completely lost in his work again.

Eventually.

Half a month more than the scheduled time passed.

And finally.

Plop!

Silence fell in the smithy.

At Dmitry’s inn.

A knight of the Valentino family spoke in a cautious voice.

“Sir, shouldn’t we go back to Cairo now? It’s been half a month. You’re spending too much time here. You’re not taking care of important family business. The Valentino family needs you. There’s so much work waiting for you to approve.”

“No, I can’t go back.”

He was firm.

As the knight said, there were many things to take care of, but Marquis Valentino had a dream more important than money.

“No, I can’t! I’ve been waiting for this! When I first saw Roman Dmitry’s sword, I knew I had to have them all. I’m a collector, you see! He’s finally in the smithy making new ones! If I leave now, someone else might get them before me! I would be so upset if that happened!”

“But still, sir, this isn’t good for you. You’ve stopped drinking wine suddenly. You look much worse now.”

Valentino was a wine lover.

Like collecting swords, enjoying fine wine was also his hobby.

Marquis Valentino felt a burning thirst, but he spoke with unwavering eyes and strong conviction.

“I don’t know when I’ll finally see Roman Dmitry’s new sword! But I can’t be drunk when that happens! It would be terrible! I won’t drink anything until I have that sword in my hands! When I finally get it, and see it shining with Blaze, *then* I will drink the best wine I have!”

For a moment.

Was it an illusion that the knight sighed?

The wealthy Marquis Valentino was truly a great person, but at times like this, he looked like a childish child.

There was no way.

How could he break the stubbornness of someone who had been waiting for half a month?

No, how could he break the stubbornness of a person called a greedy collector?

It was then.

The inn door burst open, and another knight appeared.

“Lord! Ro, Roman Dmitry has finally come out of the smithy……”

Before he could finish speaking.

Thud!

“Take me to Dmitry Castle right now!”