The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 365

It was dawn on D-day. The darkness was still thick, but the first hint of light was starting to appear.

Through the pitch-black darkness, figures approached the walls of Marin.

They numbered in the tens of thousands. They tried to be quiet in the dark, but there were too many of them to hide.

Flicker.

Magical lights lit up the outside.

A guard on the wall noticed the suspicious movement.

Yet, the figures below didn’t stop. The guard, even though he clearly saw them, looked away.

He wasn’t alone.

Most of the guards on the wall knew what was happening outside, but none of them did anything.

Soon.

Creak.

Thud.

The city gates opened.

The guards of Marin opened the gates to let the soldiers in.

The mysterious figures, soldiers in dark clothing, entered in large numbers.

This couldn’t have happened without a plan. Everything was planned perfectly.

Watching from a distance, a high-ranking man spoke quietly to Marquis Belphir.

“So far, there seem to be no particular problems.”

“It had better be. Wasn’t it for this that I put you in that position?”

The man was the new captain of the guard.

After Roman Dmitry caused trouble, the previous captain died. Marquis Belphir then put someone who would help him in charge.

A cold smile touched Marquis Belphir’s lips as he watched the scene. He felt powerful, finally taking control.

“Valhalla Emperor, overconfidence is your problem.”

Valhalla’s command system is one-sided.

The Valhalla Emperor’s orders were not detailed. He would say things like, ‘Kill someone’ or ‘Attack somewhere’.

The Valhalla Emperor left most of the detailed work to Marquis Belphir. Everyone in Valhalla knew the Emperor was proud and trusted his own strength too much. He had properly fastened the first button of his plan.

He thought it would be hard to rebel with only the soldiers in Marin, so he secretly brought in more troops.

This wouldn’t have worked if the commander cared about the country.

But Marquis Belphir knew the Valhalla Emperor well. He knew this daring plan would work. Who would expect rebels to ask to enter through the city gates?

The problem was what came next.

Even though the captain had been bribed, the Emperor’s soldiers guarding the inner castle would not be easy to persuade.

His mouth felt dry.

It was too late to turn back now. If the rebellion failed, he would die.

“Preparations are complete.”

A knight who had come from outside told him the situation.

Marquis Belphir nodded, his eyes full of determination.

“Everyone, remember, we must quickly defeat the Valhalla Emperor. Our lives depend on this. If we succeed, you will have land, titles, gold – everything you have ever wanted! But fail me, and you will beg for death. Our enemy is the tyrant of Valhalla. We must succeed, even if it costs us our lives.”

“We will keep that in mind.”

The knight nodded.

The stage was set.

Following the orders, the rebels, led by the knight, began to spread throughout the city, which was still dark.

The operation that would decide Valhalla’s fate had begun.

Marquis Belphir was the brain of Valhalla.

Even though he had lost to Roman Dmitry many times, he wouldn’t start a rebellion without a careful plan.

He had already won over the guard.

To make sure he would succeed, he had put a drug in the food of the Emperor’s soldiers. The drug made them very tired after a while. As the plan went on, the soldiers began to fall asleep.

Because of this, the security was weak.

Even with the gates of the inner castle wide open, the tired soldiers didn’t think a rebellion would happen in Marin.

Thwack!

“Attack!”

“Those who surrender will live, but those who don’t will be killed!”

The rebellion spread quickly.

The soldiers, still waking up, were killed without even screaming. Marquis Belphir brought in the soldiers stationed in Marin and pushed inside.

Everything was going smoothly.

It was going exactly as planned. Soon, the Valhalla Emperor’s palace came into view.

From now on, the real challenge would begin.

As long as the Valhalla Emperor’s special forces were inside, the rebellion couldn’t succeed without a lot of fighting.

It was as expected.

The Immortal Swordsmen and the imperial wizards stood in the way of the rebels.

“What do you think this place is!”

“Wind Press.”

Whoosh-

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A fierce battle broke out. The aura swordsmen and the wizards attacked each other.

The Immortal Swordsmen did not die as easily as they had against Roman Dmitry.

No matter how much they were cut, they healed. The imperial wizards attacked the rebels with unusual magic.

The palace floor became slippery with blood. Dead bodies lay everywhere, rebels and imperial soldiers mixed together.

Just when he thought the rebellion might fail, something strange happened.

“Krah!”

An Immortal Swordsman screamed. It was as if there was a limit to their healing. The atmosphere changed when the Immortal Swordsman fell to his knees.

The rebels realized the enemy could be defeated.

The rebels found new strength and pushed back their enemies. The palace that seemed impossible to enter began to open up.

Success was close.

Marquis Belphir walked down the path covered with corpses, feeling a bad feeling.

‘There’s no way the Valhalla Emperor would fall so easily. There must be hidden forces.’

He was sure of it.

The Valhalla Emperor had shown even greater power than this before.

Marquis Belphir was careful, but no matter how much time passed, the Emperor’s soldiers didn’t seem to be winning.

The path was completely open. There were no more soldiers blocking the way to the Valhalla Emperor. Even as he walked, he felt worried.

He felt like a disaster was waiting for him, but he couldn’t stop now.

Creak.

He opened the door.

“Did you betray me, Marquis Belphir?” the Emperor said, his voice quiet but dangerous.

The moment Marquis Belphir saw the Valhalla Emperor with a calm face, he knew the rebellion had succeeded.

The day dawned.

The citizens of Marin gathered together.

In front of them, the Valhalla Emperor was dragged out, looking defeated.

“Ooooooh!”

“Die!”

“You ruined Valhalla!”

The people jeered.

He shouted angry, hurtful insults at the crowd.

Rotten eggs and sharp stones flew through the air. A stone hit the Emperor’s head, and blood dripped from the cut.

People could not believe what they were seeing.

This man, who had been all-powerful just yesterday, was now in such a terrible state.

The scene before him was real.

After a long walk, the Valhalla Emperor climbed onto the wooden platform made for him.

A rope was placed around his neck.

Marquis Belphir watched, his heart pounding in his chest. Could this really be happening?

Belphir thought, still in shock, “They actually did it.”

Even after succeeding, he couldn’t believe it.

So, he checked very carefully.

He thought the Emperor might have used someone who looked like him. So, he made sure it was really the Emperor.

He found out the truth.

He confirmed the Valhalla Emperor’s bloodline and found no magic. Belphir’s years of serving the Emperor told him it was real.

It was real.

Looking up at the platform, Marquis Belphir said,

“Valhalla Emperor, do you have any last words before you die?”

It was a final act of mercy.

The Valhalla Emperor looked around at the people.

Seeing their faces twisted with anger, their eyes shining with cruel happiness, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Heh heh heh.”

His laugh was loud and harsh, like a broken machine. It was horrible to hear at such a moment.

The Valhalla Emperor raised his head and spoke loudly to the people.

“How many people here truly know me? Back when I was of no interest to anyone, I had no desire for the throne. As the 14th son of the Valhalla Emperor, I never imagined I would become Emperor. Heh heh heh, but I became Emperor. And I do not regret the life of a so-called tyrant.”

He sneered.

It was a strange remark.

His words were unlike his usual self.

“You imbeciles. Valhalla is collapsing because you are the way you are. Valhalla was not ruined by me alone; you share the responsibility. Do not think that my death will lead to Valhalla’s glory. Valhalla is already falling… Ack!”

Thud.

Unable to watch any longer, Marquis Belphir gave the signal.

The floor beneath the Valhalla Emperor gave way, and he dangled in the air, struggling.

His face turned red.

It was contorted in pain.

His struggles were weak and desperate, like a fly caught in a web.

Tears and snot streamed from his face.

And finally.

His body went limp.

He breathed his last.

The Valhalla Emperor.

It was not a very grand ending for such an important man.

The rebellion had succeeded.

After a few days to organize everything, Marquis Belphir entered the Imperial Palace, still stained with dark blood on the marble floors, and looked at the empty Emperor’s chair.

“Who is worthy to sit in that chair?”

An empty seat.

There weren’t many choices.

All of the Emperor’s family were dead. That meant only Duke Vieto, who started the rebellion, and Belphir himself could become Emperor.

The thought was tempting.

A thrill went through him. Could he really become Emperor? It seemed impossible just days ago.

At first, he just wanted the rebellion to work. But now that it had worked and he was still powerful, he wanted more.

‘He deserved it.’

This rebellion.

Duke Vieto started it, but Belphir made it succeed.

The justification was clear.

When the Emperor was killed, the people of Marin shouted Belphir’s name and cheered for him.

A hero who saved Valhalla from a tyrant. Thinking about that day still gave him chills.

And.

Roman Dmitry’s threats didn’t matter anymore.

Dmitry was angry at the Emperor, but now the Emperor was dead. Belphir thought Dmitry wouldn’t bother him anymore because of the rebellion.

It was perfect.

This might be an opportunity.

“God. Are you truly opening a path for me?”

People said Belphir was born at the right time.

That might be true.

After years of being treated badly by the Emperor, he might even become Emperor himself.

Just then.

“Duke Vieto has arrived.”

When his soldier said this, Belphir stood up, looking determined.

The gates of Marin.

Many people had already gathered.

The people of Valhalla stopped working and came to the streets to see Duke Vieto, the leader of the rebellion.

They were very excited.

Duke Vieto.

He was Valhalla’s hero.

Even though Belphir had done a lot, people liked Duke Vieto more because he was the first to speak out.

Marquis Belphir went out to greet him.

Accompanied by soldiers, he smiled as he looked at Duke Vieto.

“Duke Vieto. You have worked hard.”

He looked around quickly.

For now, there were many eyes watching.

He wanted to take Vieto somewhere else to talk about who would be Emperor.

“You must be tired, so let’s move to another place first… Gasp?!”

In that instant, Marquis Belphir’s face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Right next to Duke Vieto, a man wearing a robe pulled back the hood.

It was Roman Dmitry.

He was a person who should not be in Valhalla.

Even though Dmitry was with Duke Vieto, the people of Valhalla hated Dmitry for attacking Marin.

The people Dmitry killed were the citizens’ families.

Belphir thought he’d never see Dmitry again, but suddenly he was there with Duke Vieto.

It was then that Duke Vieto shouted.

“Soldiers, listen! Arrest the traitor Marquis Belphir!”

“Wh-what is the meaning of this!” Belphir’s mind raced. How could this be happening? Had he been tricked?

It happened in an instant.

When Duke Vieto shouted, his soldiers attacked Belphir’s soldiers, quickly defeating them and capturing Belphir.

Thump.

Marquis Belphir fell to the ground.

His face was pushed to the ground, and he was tied up.

Only then did he realize something was terribly wrong.