The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 336

Inside the dark cave.

Gyro was very thin and pale. He looked up at the cave ceiling.

He saw a tiny crack in the ceiling. Through it, the sky looked as dark as the cave around him.

A few days ago.

He had heard shocking news from the orcs guarding them.

An orc said, “Graksar, the great one, has crushed Luna Fortress! No one will save you now, slaves. You better learn to obey. You,” the orc pointed at Gyro, his voice low and cruel. “Stop staring at me like that. Or I’ll rip out your eyes and feed them to the others.”

The words that the Fortress of Luna had been destroyed were shocking.

Graksar had left only a short time ago with his army, but already they heard this terrible news.

From that moment on, Gyro began to crumble mentally. He felt responsible for Luna’s downfall.

If he hadn’t attempted that operation outside the fortress, if he had only waited for Roman Dmitry to arrive, the fortress wouldn’t have fallen so quickly.

‘…Gyro. You pushed Luna over the cliff of destruction.’

He felt suffocated.

People were dragged away constantly.

Screams echoed from afar.

At first, he tried to stay calm. But soon, everything around him felt like it was his fault.

Among those trapped in the cave were soldiers.

They had only followed their commander’s orders, but because that commander had been so foolish, they were now being stored as food.

He had forgotten hunger.

His face grew thin and pale.

At that moment, when he looked more dead than alive, an orc mockingly threw something in front of him.

Plop!

“Squeak, if you want to live, eat that. Heh heh heh.”

It was a grotesque laugh.

The orc, twitching his broad nose, burst into laughter, then closed the bars and disappeared into the distance.

All eyes were on it.

On the floor.

There was a lump of meat.

Normally, people starving for days would grab food like this quickly. But everyone’s face showed only horror.

It couldn’t be helped. It was a lump of meat presumed to be human.

It was a human arm, cut off and thrown to them as food. Even though they were starving, no one could touch it.

It was devastating.

Their faces were wretchedly distorted by the anger surging from within.

But then.

Gyro approached the lump of meat.

People stared in surprise.

People might have thought he would give up and eat it. But instead, Gyro picked up the meat and examined it closely.

It wasn’t his intention to eat it.

After examining the dripping, bloody mass, the bone that had been supporting the inside was revealed.

He hid the lump of meat in a corner and secretly took the large bone.

Gyro’s voice was rough, barely a whisper. “Listen,” he rasped. “Everyone listen. I… I’m going to fight back. Even if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll take some of them with me.”

He hadn’t eaten, so his voice was weak.

Gyro moved to a corner and carefully began to scratch the bone against the floor behind him, making sure no sound leaked out.

Scritch scritch! A small, nerve-wracking sound.

Gyro worked tirelessly, sharpening the end of the bone so that it would be sharp enough to pierce the tough skin of an orc.

He was once known as the swordsman of the snowfield.

Now, he felt his life was ending. He wanted to die with his humanity, like a human being.

Scritch scritch!

Scritch scritch!

He had many thoughts.

If.

If only, if he had waited for Roman Dmitry, could he have turned the situation around?

‘It wouldn’t have been possible.’

Only 30 men.

Even if he thought about it again, it wasn’t enough to talk about victory, and Roman Dmitry proved with the size of the support force that he didn’t care about the safety of the Luna Kingdom.

It was just the minimum courtesy.

He couldn’t completely ignore Luna’s problems, so he sent just enough soldiers to look good if they won.

He understood.

Dmitry, who had no connection with Luna, had no reason to sacrifice himself for Luna.

‘Was there no hope from the start?’

Isabel’s disappearance.

He didn’t know the reason.

What was certain was that she had struggled to stop Chronos’s plan, and the result was directly linked to the destruction of Luna.

He felt resentful. Isabel was the Queen of Luna.

No matter how much she worshiped God, what was important to her was not the safety of mankind, but the people of Luna.

Kayden said.

Roman Dmitry prioritized the safety of Dmitry.

He was envious.

Perhaps Gyro wanted a ruler like Roman Dmitry to lead the Luna Kingdom.

‘Luna is not a country that worships God because it has a choice. An unbearable cold struck, and a saint was born, so if we didn’t believe in God, we would have no way to live. Oh, God. Is this really what you want? Luna worshiped you more sincerely than anyone else, but why do we have to sacrifice ourselves for the Salamander Continent and end up like this?’

His insides were boiling.

Sacrifice is important in their religion.

Gyro knew Isabel was sincere in her beliefs. But still, he needed someone to blame for their suffering.

That was.

Human.

A weak and insignificant being.

Deep in despair, Gyro understood that a peaceful world was impossible.

‘Even if Isabel hadn’t disappeared, the peace of Arcadia would have collapsed someday.’

Thud.

He stopped his hand.

The bone was sharply sharpened.

Enough to handle a few orcs.

He breathed slowly.

He waited for the moment.

To explode his last remaining strength and subdue the orcs entering, and if possible, to save even a few of the people trapped inside.

Gyro risked his life.

His face, hidden in the darkness, was like a demon, and his red, gleaming eyes lowered, concealing his murderous intent.

Finally.

Creak!

The door opened.

His heart was pounding.

Thud.

Footsteps entering.

The moment Gyro was about to explode a trace of mana and rush forward, an unexpected sight unfolded before his eyes.

“…K, Kayden?!”

“Gyro!”

His eyes widened.

The figure before him.

It wasn’t an orc oppressing the humans, but Kayden, stained with blood, was there.

The first emotion he felt was bewilderment.

The orcs had clearly said that the Fortress of Luna had fallen, so how could Kayden have appeared here?

Luna’s soldiers secured the area.

Orc bodies lay everywhere behind them, scattered like broken toys on the ground.

Kaden spoke, his voice serious. “Gyro, the war isn’t finished yet.”

Gyro frowned, confused. “…What? What are you saying?”

He looked up at Kaden. Kaden held out a water skin. “Drink first,” Kaden said gently. But Gyro didn’t take it. His eyes stayed fixed on Kaden’s face, needing to know the truth.

“While I was beyond the Endless Mountains, Luna’s fortress fell to the Orcs. I thought Luna’s future was over then, but Roman Dmitry thought differently. He told me how to retake Luna with only 30 soldiers. It was an impossible operation. Even as we carried it out, I thought it was bound to fail.”

Drip, drip.

Blood fell.

Kaden’s face was soaked with blood, showing how many Orcs he had slaughtered.

“The result is as you see. We reclaimed Luna’s fortress and slaughtered ten thousand Orcs.”

He was astonished.

Thirty men.

Certainly not a number to decide the victory or defeat of a war.

Gyro was from Arcadia and didn’t know much about war. But he had read many books about war. These books taught him basic things about battles.

How absurd Kaden’s words were. This made Gyro feel amazed.

Roman Dmitry wasn’t disregarding Luna’s safety; he truly believed that even 30 men could help.

In that instant, he was speechless.

He was glad that Luna wasn’t over, yet he clenched his fist tightly with a feeling of despair.

“‘In the end, I was the problem,’ Gyro thought miserably. ‘I was so eager to prove myself, to lead the army, that I rushed into battle without waiting for help. My pride has put Luna in danger.”

Roman Dmitry. He was a savior.

If he had waited just a few days, the situation would have completely changed, but Gyro, unaware of the truth, had pushed Luna into despair.

It was a truly harsh reality.

What he wanted was the peace of the Luna Kingdom, but in the end, his strong insistence on leading the troops had become a fatal flaw.

He felt so guilty, he wished he could disappear.

But that was a cowardly act.

Gyro wanted to end his responsibility for the defeat by fighting and dying against the Orcs on the battlefield.

“Where is he? Where is he?”

His expression changed.

Gyro thought about Roman Dmitry. Then he asked more urgently, “Where is he? Where is *he*?”

Kaden, taking care of Gyro, told him the reason why they had to hurry from now on.

“Roman Dmitry has left for the east for a full-scale war with Grakshar. So, pull yourself together. Before the battle is over, we must quickly reorganize our ranks and help Roman Dmitry.”

Around that time, the situation for the Elves was terrible. The forest echoed with the sounds of battle and screams. Because the Orcs pushed in with their superior numbers, a significant portion of the Elves’ territory had already been captured.

“Attack!”

“Stop the enemies from advancing any further!”

*Twang! Twang! Twang!* Arrows flew through the air, leaving streaks of white against the dark trees.

The Elves fought among the trees of their forest. These trees were old and thin, looking weak, as if only the magic of the World Tree kept them alive. The Elves moved nimbly, firing arrows.

Thud.

“Kuaek.”

“Tsuik, don’t retreat!”

An Orc hit by an arrow collapsed to the ground.

The number of Orcs who had died like that was already considerable, but the Orcs kept coming, a green wave crashing against the Elves, ignoring the bodies of their fallen friends.

A space once called the Elves’ forest. The number of Elves protecting the World Tree here was about ten thousand.

Even if one Elf killed three or four Orcs with an arrow, the Orcs following Grakshar boasted more than twice that number.

Human wave tactics. It was a battle with a predictable end.

Grakshar blew away the head of an Elf warrior blocking his path in one fell swoop.

Crack!

“Tsuik! Worthless Elf! Pathetic!”

Blood splattered. Grakshar, his tusks bared in a cruel grin, was covered in blood.

The battles so far, he always stood at the forefront, personally defeating the enemies who seemed the strongest.

Grakshar was a special being.

From the moment he held a weapon in his hand, he naturally awakened mana, and the Orc warriors who looked down on him were defeated by Grakshar, acknowledging him as the strongest.

The greatest Orc Lord of all time.

Whether by force or intellect, those who promoted him as the Orc Lord had no choice but to acknowledge Grakshar’s talent.

And, from the moment he seized power, Grakshar dreamed of conquering Arcadia.

The foolish other races didn’t know the truth. Even if Isabel hadn’t gone missing, Arcadia would have been stained with war someday because of him.

“Tsuik, advance! Do not retreat!”

Rumble!

He exploded his aura. Empowering the Orcs with the unique assimilation ability of his race, he threw a huge axe with all his might.

Crack! Crunch! All the trees caught in the axe’s path were destroyed.

The Elves moving through the trees fell as they were, and three or four Orcs pounced on each Elf, tearing their bodies to pieces.

Screams were heard. The end was approaching.

If even the Elves collapsed, there would be no one left in Arcadia to stand against the Orcs.

It was then.

“Kraaak!”

“Aargh!”

From the rear, strange noises were heard.

Grakshar stopped walking. It was a sound that shouldn’t be heard.

In a situation where the Elves were cornered, who on earth was attacking the Orcs from behind?

“Tsuik, it’s a surprise attack! Humans are attacking the rear!”

“Tsuik, humans?”

One Orc reported. Grakshar’s gaze turned to the rear.

In that instant, he felt a chill.

The Luna Kingdom had already fallen. They were the only country made by humans in Arcadia, and there were no other humans besides them.

If so, there was only one thing this situation could mean.

The existence that the Luna soldiers had mentioned at the end of their interrogation.

The force of about 30 soldiers led by a human he had never heard of, who had crossed the Endless Mountains.

Finally, the scenery of the rear came into view.

Grakshar’s expression hardened at the sight of Luna’s flag fluttering.

‘Could it be.’

It was certain. The fact that Luna’s soldiers were alive meant that Kalot’s ten thousand soldiers had been defeated.

Which meant that a human from beyond the Endless Mountains, whose name he didn’t even know, had overturned a difference of ten thousand.

This was a variable that didn’t exist in Grakshar’s plan.