The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 399

This world. Humans live in a world that is normally closed off from other worlds.

The Chief God made a rule that keeps our world separate. That’s why any doorway to the Demon World usually closes quickly.

But the doorway Alexandr opened was different.

The doorway was small and broken, barely big enough to squeeze through. But it was becoming a real part of our world, not just disappearing.

Rumble.

Dark magic swirled.

Alexandr, powered by the magic from the doorway, grew bigger and stronger. His eyes glowed with a scary light.

“My children,” he boomed. “Accept the dark blessing!”

“Kraaah.”

“Grrrr.”

The dead soldiers, brought back to life by some dark magic, groaned and howled.

Their bodies twisted and swelled, growing bigger and stronger. These were no longer just soldiers; they were becoming like huge monsters.

The doorway to the Demon World wasn’t fully open yet.

They had waited for the right time. Even a little bit of power from the Demon World was causing big changes in our world.

Beyond the doorway, there was a source of darkness.

Just having the doorway open made Alexandr and the dead soldiers much, much stronger.

“Roman Dmitry,” Alexandr shouted, his voice echoing. “You think you are the strongest human. If I was just a normal human, you might have beaten me. But look at me now! I have the power of the Demon World. You are just human; you can’t even dream of reaching this level!”

Whoosh.

Dark magic poured out of him.

Alexandr spread his arms wide, showing his power.

“Kneel before the miserable truth!”

“Kyaaak!”

“Grrrr.”

The dead rushed in.

Countless dead, swarming enough to darken the surroundings, bared their sharp teeth at Roman Dmitry all at once.

It was truly a spectacle.

At the sight of them attacking like a surging wave, Alexandr spread his arms wide.

“Dark Punishment.”

Boom.

Rumble.

Alexandr used the magic from the Demon World.

It came out of him in a powerful, swirling blast.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The air itself seemed to rip apart.

The moment the dead soldiers reached Roman Dmitry, the dark magic tore through everything around, friend and enemy alike.

It was incredibly destructive.

Even the huge dead soldiers were ripped to pieces by the magic. But even in pieces, they still tried to attack Roman Dmitry with whatever was left of them.

“Kaak!”

Flash.

He cut down the attacking dead soldiers one after another.

His sword sliced through their hard bodies easily, and he faced the violently rushing magic of darkness head-on.

Wham!

Rumble.

A wave of power exploded from him.

His aura pushed back the dark magic.

He ran towards Alexandr, cutting down any dead soldier in his way.

He moved so fast, it was hard to believe he was even human.

With every blink, he got closer to Alexandr, but Alexandr wore a smile full of laughter.

“Yes, struggle to the end.”

Whoosh.

He clenched his fist.

The dark magic swirled around his hand, turning into thousands of sharp thorns that shot towards Roman Dmitry.

Tap tap tap.

Clang!

It was a fierce battle.

Even though the attacks were incredibly fast and came from everywhere, Roman Dmitry blocked every single one.

The dead soldiers threw themselves into the dark magic to attack Roman Dmitry.

It was a fight that never ended. No matter how many he cut down, more came. Even when he used his Demonic Heavenly Swordsmanship to destroy space, more dead soldiers filled the gap.

That was not all.

Even the dead soldiers who were completely destroyed came back to life.

As long as the Demon World doorway stayed open and poured out dark magic, they would keep coming back and attacking Roman Dmitry.

“Heh heh heh, how do you like it? This is just a taste of the future I envision. Foolish humans. Accept reality. No matter how much you struggle, the future of this world has already been decided. Illusion.”

Fsssss.

Alexandr’s existence was divided.

The existence that initially increased to two, then four, then eight, turned into as many as dozens of existences.

And then.

“Hellfire.”

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh.

They manifested magic simultaneously.

When 32 Alexandrs cast Hellfire, a hot flame rushed in at once, as if the world was covered in a fiery hell.

It was a shocking sight.

Even Roman Dmitry, who was resistant to fire, knew this fire was so strong it could kill him.

“Kyaaak!”

“Kraaah!”

At the same time, the dead soldiers clung on.

So that he could not escape.

Knowing the future of being engulfed in flames with Roman Dmitry, the attacks of the dead continued to pour in.

In the end.

Wham!

Fwoooosh.

The flames rushed in.

At the sight of Roman Dmitry being swept away by the flames, Alexandr wore a smile filled with joy.

* * *

For a split second, Roman Dmitry could have dodged the flames. But he chose not to.

The heat of the raging Hellfire, the incredibly strong dark magic reminded him of memories from his past life.

Roman Dmitry decided to face the flames head-on.

Wham!

Fwoooosh.

Burning heat hit him.

Even though he was normally immune to heat and cold, this Hellfire was so powerful it burned his skin and hurt.

The pain didn’t stop Roman Dmitry at all.

Even as the flames burned him, he kept fighting, stepping on the heads of the dead soldiers. His mind went back to memories of his past life.

‘The moment I reached Heaven’s level was like this.’

That day, Baek Jung-hyuk reached a new level of understanding and power.

A power too strong for a human flooded into him. His body started to break down as he tried to become one with nature.

At that moment, he foresaw death.

Baek Jung-hyuk, who had survived to the end while going through numerous battlefields and overcoming all kinds of crises, felt that he might die like this when he accepted the power of nature.

Blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose – everywhere.

His skin burned and cracked, and he lost all human shape. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even scream, collapsing to his knees, face to the ground.

Even in this terrible pain, he took in the power of nature.

As he became one with nature and moved forward, Baek Jung-hyuk felt incredible power flow through him.

Could Alexandr have predicted this?

A space where flames raged.

The magic of darkness.

It felt familiar.

The heat of the Hellfire felt like the time he took in nature’s power. And the dark magic was similar in some ways to the power of the Demonic Heavenly Divine Cult.

People call it ‘dark magic,’ but it’s really just about destruction. The Demon World uses any power that can destroy things, and that’s what they call dark magic.

So, in a way, it was like the Demonic Heavenly Divine Cult. Of course, they weren’t exactly the same, but they were similar enough for Roman Dmitry to understand.

He took in the magic. He let the flames surround him.

The fight with Alexandr was so intense that the soldiers who came for the war couldn’t even get close. They thought even Roman Dmitry might die fighting Alexandr.

Everyone knew Alexandr was strong. But Roman Dmitry did something amazing. Even though he looked like he was about to die, he was actually using this moment to train.

If Roman Dmitry had wanted to end the fight quickly, he could have. It would have been over in a second.

Roman Dmitry fought Alexandr face-to-face. He saw that Alexandr wasn’t strong enough to make him feel truly threatened. So, Roman decided to pretend to struggle, to go along with what Alexandr expected.

Orange and red flames danced around Roman Dmitry, licking at his clothes but not burning them.

Outside the flames, Alexandr grinned. He was so happy, he had no idea what was really happening to Roman Dmitry inside the fire.

Minutes stretched on. Alexandr felt sure he had won. He waited for Roman Dmitry to die.

The flames roared and crackled, and Alexandr could feel Roman Dmitry’s power fading. This made Alexandr sure of his victory.

Alexandr stepped back, the flames dying down. He frowned.

“Is that all? Is it finished?”

Alexandr felt a wave of disappointment. ‘That was it?’ he thought. ‘Such a boring fight.’

Alexandr had thought Roman Dmitry would be amazing, like the legends from his past life. He wanted to see something incredible. Defeating someone like that would be truly satisfying. And imagine getting Roman Dmitry’s fighting skills! That would prove how strong Alexandr had become.

Alexandr scoffed. ‘Just a human after all,’ he thought with a sneer.

Alexandr started to gather his magic back, his face still showing his disappointment. Suddenly, Roman Dmitry burst through the flames, like a figure stepping out of a fire.

“What?”

The flames hissed and crackled, but then there was a different sound – a rush of air, like a sword cutting through the wind. *Whoosh.* *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.*

Alexandr’s eyes went wide. It was unbelievable. Roman Dmitry was surrounded by flames, but his skin was untouched. Not even a single hair was singed. It was like a dream, something impossible.

Alexandr’s magic was supposed to be unstoppable. He used illusions and the powerful Hellfire spell at the same time. No one should have been able to survive that! But Roman Dmitry walked out of the flames as if it was nothing. Alexandr’s eyes narrowed in disbelief and fear.

Danger bells rang in Alexandr’s mind. He knew, deep down, this was bad. He quickly tried to bring his magic back to him, ready to attack again.

But then— *Flash!* It was too fast. Alexandr couldn’t even blink. A sudden flash of light, and then… his head was no longer on his shoulders.

He hadn’t felt any great power, just a blinding speed. Suddenly, the world flipped upside down. He saw the ground rushing up to meet him. *Thud.* His head bounced and rolled away.

Alexandr’s head reattached itself to his neck. He stared at Roman Dmitry, his mind spinning.

“What… what just happened?” he stammered, completely confused.

Roman Dmitry stood calmly in front of him. Alexandr watched in shock as his body healed itself. He opened his mouth, but the words that came out were a confused jumble, even to his own ears.

Roman Dmitry spoke, his voice cold. ‘When I became the strongest in the world, no one could survive my attacks. Alexandr, you say you are immortal? Then show me. Let’s see how much of my power you can take.’

*Swish.* Roman Dmitry shifted his weight slightly, just a small change in his stance. It looked simple, almost casual. But this was the beginning of something ancient and powerful – the Heavenly Demon’s Descent. The first move of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique, in its most basic form. It was clean and focused.

It was the same basic move he used against weak soldiers. But now, with his sword, it was completely different. It was like watching something impossible happen.

*Flash.* There was no bright light, no huge explosion. Instead, it was a silent, deadly cut. The moment Alexandr felt something slice through him…

Alexandr screamed – a raw, animal sound. *Kraaah!* Pain ripped through him, feeling like it was tearing him apart from the inside. Blood exploded from his body, and he crashed to his knees.

“Blegh.”

He vomited blood.

He couldn’t believe it.

His body was merely a shell.

It was a body that should have died long ago, maintained by the magic of darkness, and as long as the magic of darkness continued to be supplied, Alexandr would never die.

If he had even opened the gateway to the Demon World, Alexandr could be declared invincible.

And yet, He vomited thick blood.

Seeing the black blood dripping from his mouth, Alexandr raised his head with trembling eyes.

“H-How?”

That strike just now, It cut through his very existence.

As his magic, along with his body, was torn apart, his body, maintained by the magic of darkness, couldn’t withstand it.

Roman Dmitry. He looked down coldly.

“In the end, is that your limit?”

A single attack. Alexandr had endured it.

In fact, Alexandr deserved enough recognition for that alone, but he had only endured the attack and showed no further ability to fight.

It was disappointing. Roman Dmitry had hoped his opponent would be stronger than this.

Just like in his past life, when he reached the realm of the heavens, there was no one in the world to oppose him.

Alexandr was speechless.

He couldn’t accept reality.

When he appeared on the battlefield, he never imagined he would meet such a futile end.

“Alexandr, there is definitely someone behind you. Someone who granted you the magic of darkness, and a being who is constantly eyeing the terrestrial realm from beyond the gateway to the Demon World. I hope that being is strong enough to satisfy me. So, give me information about it. From the beginning, your role was only about that much.”

The Demonic Illusion Technique. He seized control of his consciousness.

He strongly suppressed Alexandr and sucked up his memories.

Within the abyss, Roman Dmitry peered into eons of time.

It was coercive. His mind was seized.

Alexandr, with immense powerlessness, didn’t resist to the end but completely surrendered his mental world.

‘Roman Dmitry. You were a being I couldn’t even dare to imagine. So, take everything from me. Look into the truth in my head, and in return, grant me even a clue to your identity.’

He mustered his last strength.

The moment his mind was seized, He read Roman Dmitry’s memories.

What on earth was his identity?

It was impossible for Alexandr’s common sense, Kim Pan-seok’s common sense, which was nothing more than ignorance, to figure it out.

The resistance of the mental barrier was immense.

Even though he had completely surrendered his mind and offered his soul, it was impossible to penetrate Roman Dmitry’s memories.

From the start, he was a being far beyond human standards.

If he possessed such a mental barrier, it would be impossible to subdue Roman Dmitry with any mental magic.

Therefore, He aimed for only one thing.

Not great information, but the name Roman Dmitry possessed in his past life.

Alexandr desperately clung to a memory that Roman Dmitry wouldn’t have particularly categorized.

It was then. A name came to mind.