The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 376

In his present life, Roman Dmitry experienced a meteoric rise.

This was a natural result of inheriting the experiences of the Heavenly Demon. Once considered an imbecile, Roman Dmitry found his rapid growth unsurprising.

Just as Chris, Kevin, and even the deceased Henderson had grown significantly after meeting him, Roman’s own growth now had a solid foundation.

However, he began to sense that something was different.

When he fully embraced the flames of the Fire Demon, Roman knew it wasn’t just the power of his past life as the Heavenly Demon, a powerful figure from his past, that was at play.

He thought, ‘Even with the Flame God Art, accepting the Fire Demon’s essence into a human body requires a special talent. But this is more than just ordinary talent. It’s beyond what people understand as genius—separate from being good at using mana or having a strong body.’

When Roman Dmitry first woke up in this life, his body was in terrible condition.

He was underdeveloped and full of waste, showing no promise as a martial artist in Murim, the world of martial arts masters. Yet, through many changes, he discovered the truth about his new body.

There was no resistance within his body.

Whether he used the Heavenly Demon Art, the Flame God Art, or absorbed the Fire Demon’s essence, the usual rejection he felt in his past life when learning new things was much less.

Instead, he quickly took everything in as his own. He absorbed it perfectly, showing abilities beyond what was expected. This allowed Roman Dmitry to make amazing progress in just a few years.

Martial arts have limits.

There are time limits to building a base, gathering mana, and raising it to a certain level. But as Roman Dmitry, even with his past life’s experiences, his growth was incredibly fast.

He thought about his past life. ‘What level had I reached at this age back then?’

Surprisingly, he couldn’t say for sure that he was more skilled now than he had been then. Before his death, Baek Jonghyuk had reached the highest level, but Baek Jonghyuk during his training years hadn’t reached such skill in his late twenties.

Unlike then, when he was still under his father’s control, the current Roman Dmitry had already taken off, growing at a rate never seen before.

And did he have any special chances?

No. He didn’t have any outside help like special potions. He grew faster than in his past life just through his own hard work.

This didn’t mean he was stronger than his past self. It just meant that his growth was faster, beyond what even the Heavenly Demon, Baek Jonghyuk, thought was possible.

So, several years went by.

And now, Roman Dmitry had found the truth.

He realized, ‘My body in this life is different from normal talent. Someone who doesn’t know anything wouldn’t be able to do anything with this weak body. But for me, who has lived a past life, it’s the perfect body.’

Looking back, he knew the answer all along.

Reincarnation. A body that could accept a soul that didn’t match without any problems.

It wasn’t normal.

The person everyone called an imbecile was actually born with a talent no one could see.

It was certain.

The Roman Dmitry of this life was, strangely, a body made for the most powerful being.

Everyone grows and learns, but this body was special. Only someone who already knew a lot about martial arts could truly use its potential.

And in that body, lived the soul of the Heavenly Demon, Baek Jonghyuk.

Clang.

Rumble!

The battlefield exploded in a chaotic mix of colors – flashes of bright gold from auras clashing, dark red blooms of blood against the grey ground, and the smoky black of explosions. The Valhalla warriors charged from every direction, risking their lives and exploding with all their power, wanting to defeat Roman Dmitry at any cost.

They knew that many would die trying to take down Roman Dmitry alone. But as warriors of Valhalla, they valued something more than their own lives.

Countless auras surrounded him.

Countless wills pushed forward.

Roman Dmitry gripped his sword, releasing his aura towards them. It was a single strike.

Taking the eighth step of the Heavenly Demon Advent Steps, Roman Dmitry unleashed his full power.

He thought, ‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art, second form of the final part.’

Flash.

A blinding white light erupted from his sword, swallowing the battlefield in its brilliance. A vortex of light covered everything, followed by a deafening explosion that slammed into their ears, making them ring and ache.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clang, Rumble!

It was a huge explosion.

Thousands of warriors caught in it disappeared instantly. Even those on the edge of the blast had their bodies torn apart.

With just one attack, the area within sight was turned to ruins.

He hadn’t yet reached the highest level, so he couldn’t perfectly use the final form. But with just the eighth attack, Baek Jonghyuk of his past life had conquered Murim.

Everyone was shocked.

It was beyond what people thought was possible.

The fact that thousands of warriors had died in a single attack was unbelievable. Even Muro, watching from the tree, couldn’t say a word.

He had heard the rumors about how strong Roman Dmitry was.

But when the Valhalla warriors realized that the rumors they had heard didn’t even show his full power, they felt a chill and wanted to run away.

But that wasn’t an option.

The single strike was just the beginning. Roman Dmitry appeared right in front of them for his next attack.

Wham!

Rumble!

The force of his attack ripped through the air, tearing apart everything in its path like a storm. The first warrior couldn’t even scream.

As he and his surroundings were torn apart, the Valhalla warriors gritted their teeth and tried to attack Roman Dmitry.

Poof.

He vanished.

As they widened their eyes, screams came from dozens of meters away.

“Kraaah!”

“Ack!”

Rumble!

His movement was shocking.

Roman Dmitry moved with incredible speed, creating chaos around him. The Valhalla warriors’ attempt to surround him was useless.

Those who stood in his way were torn apart.

When they tried to block him with their auras, the auras shattered. The Valhalla warriors died without a chance.

“For Valhalla!”

“If we wear him down, we will win!”

The warriors were desperate.

The Valhalla Emperor was dead. What they saw before them made it impossible to retreat, no matter how strong the enemy was.

They charged.

And died.

Roman Dmitry’s presence grew stronger, beheading and tearing apart the bodies of those who charged at him.

Crack.

He stomped on a head.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground a gruesome red. It was a horrifying spectacle, yet in the chaos of battle, Roman barely registered it. He instantly beheaded dozens of warriors.

When he used the Heavenly Demon Sword Art, space itself was swept away. He moved into the areas where the enemies were gathered, cutting them down without choosing.

His eyes spun wildly. They tried to attack Roman Dmitry at any cost, but the situation changed greatly every time they blinked.

Blink.

A scream came from the right.

On the destroyed battlefield, a warrior, his face angry as he swung his sword, was cut in half, and his sword too.

Blink.

This time, it was the left.

Each time Roman Dmitry swung his sword, red blood sprayed out, painting the jungle floor. Even though many warriors attacked him at once, only his sword hits did real damage.

Then, as even more warriors rushed at him, he used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique.

A flash of light and a roar filled the air as his sword moved. The attack was so powerful, it smashed through everything around him. Suddenly, it didn’t matter how many enemies there were; they were all swept away.

Blink.

His eyes widened.

He was sure there was a considerable distance between them, but Roman Dmitry appeared right in front of him, smashing the head of a Valhalla warrior.

Thud.

It was a shocking sight.

How many had died already?

Muro trembled.

“…That, that monster.”

Now he understood.

It wasn’t the opponent who had fallen into a trap.

Roman Dmitry had stepped in knowing it might be a trap, and the battle unfolding now wasn’t a hunt, but a war.

A war of one against hundreds of thousands. Even with the lives of hundreds of thousands on the line, he couldn’t guarantee they could kill Roman Dmitry alone.

But did he know?

Roman Dmitry’s Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique unleashed tremendous explosive power.

It overwhelmed with attacks that swept through space, but the true form of the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique wasn’t meant for fighting many.

A strike that momentarily concentrated power.

Everything around him was destroyed because no one could stop his attack, but the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique was originally a sword technique to defeat a single enemy.

Which meant.

No one could withstand a single blow.

Roman Dmitry overwhelmed his opponents with such overwhelming force that they couldn’t even exchange normal attacks.

There was a clear limit.

Mana wasn’t infinite.

There would be an end.

Muro knew that fact, but he also knew he wouldn’t see that end.

“Is this your power?”

Right before his eyes.

Roman Dmitry appeared.

There was no time to counterattack.

The thought of finding the opponent and attempting a counterattack entered his mind, but when he came to his senses, blood was spurting from his right arm.

“Kraaah!”

Thwack.

He fell from the tree.

Crashing to the ground, Muro screamed.

He gritted his teeth.

Muro struggled to lift his trembling body, and with his remaining left arm, he guarded his surroundings.

“Come! I will face you!”

He was consumed by fury.

He shouted with a blood-stained mouth.

The truth of Valhalla.

He knew.

When Roman Dmitry mentioned that the Valhalla Emperor might be Chronos’s dog, Muro felt devastated.

Everyone had suspected it to some extent. The thought that there might be a conspiracy in Valhalla’s misguided direction.

Roman Dmitry revealed that fact publicly, but even after witnessing it with their own eyes and hearing the truth, the warriors of Valhalla couldn’t accept reality.

Valhalla was.

A nation of warriors.

A nation that valued honor more than death.

Even if this nation were to perish, they couldn’t bring themselves to admit that the ugly truth was the truth.

The great warrior Carlos.

People didn’t know his end.

He, who had spoken of the existence of the ugly truth, spent his lonely final years and was found hanged in his home.

It was the foundation of Valhalla.

Some would criticize them as foolish.

Others would say it was futile.

They couldn’t admit that the ugly truth was the truth, even if it meant dying in this place.

“I am Muro of Valhalla……”

Thwack.

His head flew off.

He couldn’t see it, nor react to it.

And that was just one of the countless deaths to come.

He cut, cut, and cut again.

Like a blood-soaked demon, Roman Dmitry massacred the enemies, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

“Tell me. Tell me this isn’t your full strength. Tell me you are stronger than this, enough to draw out my full power.”

Like the insatiable hunger of a ravenous ghost.

A thirst arose.

In his past life, he reached the pinnacle before even reaching the end.

He hoped his current life would be different.

In a situation where no one could properly receive his sword, Roman Dmitry didn’t just get surrounded by enemies, but rather carved through the space, wreaking havoc.

The situation had reversed.

They had clearly thought they had trapped Roman Dmitry, but it was as if Roman Dmitry was hunting them.

His throat was parched.

He drove Valhalla into a corner.

At their end.

Alexandre would be there.

And he was certain that Alexandre possessed something to draw out his full power.

However.

Overwhelming force caused cracks in their solid will.

“…Th, this can’t be!”

“Retreat! We will join the main force and attack Roman Dmitry again!”

Muro was the center.

The warriors of Valhalla hesitated and retreated, thinking that if they stayed, they might end up dying meaningless deaths.

Valhalla’s honor was trampled by overwhelming force.

The land of the southern jungle was vast, and because Roman Dmitry was alone, they told themselves they would have another chance to beat Roman Dmitry.

The warriors of Valhalla retreated.

They fled, like frightened children scattering in all directions from the honorable land.

It was a fact that Muro had overlooked.

He had sacrificed his life knowing the truth, but not everyone was like him after years of decay.

It was over.

In the whirlwind of battle, Roman Dmitry looked up at the sky with a hollow gaze.

“I hope the reason you brought me here isn’t just to save this world.”

The thirst wasn’t quenched.

In the end.

He couldn’t unleash his full power.

Whether it was Alexandre or someone behind him.

He would be disappointed if this was the end.