The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 447

“Kruk, grrr.”

Babel gasped for breath.

Clutching his severed arm, he stared at Roman Dmitry with disbelief.

‘This is the power of a human?’ he wondered.

That strike just now…

Even though Babel saw the attack coming, he couldn’t block it.

His claws, surrounded by the magic of darkness, shattered. He could only watch as his arm was cleanly severed.

It felt as if everything he knew was collapsing.

Throughout human history, countless heroes had been born. But they were weaklings, not worth mentioning in the Demon World.

He thought Roman Dmitry was the same.

Just another hero repeating history.

He didn’t think he needed to use his full power. But he was too confident, and now something bad had happened that he couldn’t fix.

Drip, drip.

Blood fell.

Babel swallowed his pain, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

“So, you are different,” Babel’s voice was low, almost a whisper. Fear crept into his eyes.

He admitted it.

Alexandre’s defeat was not because of Alexandre’s weakness. It was because his opponent had gone beyond what was normal.

From now on, he wouldn’t be so confident. He felt a sense of tension, like the great wars in the Demon World—kill or be killed.

“However, that’s all it is.”

Rumble!

Magic surged.

Dark magic erupted, enveloping his wounded area. It didn’t heal his flesh, but it created the shape of an arm.

The opponent had made a fatal mistake.

Fighting demons in the Demon World is very dangerous. This world is full of dark magic. It’s almost like fighting someone who cannot die.

Rampage.

His eyes changed.

His eyes turned bloodshot, the whites becoming a network of angry red lines. Babel unleashed a fierce energy, kicking off the ground.

“This time,” Babel roared, his voice shaking with rage, “I will tear you apart!”

Then, he vanished.

*Poof!* The air shimmered where he had stood. A low *rumble* vibrated through the ground.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a *whirr* cut through the air, like the sound of a monstrous insect’s wings.

Babel was right there. He moved with impossible speed for someone so huge, a blur of darkness aiming straight for Roman Dmitry’s head. His claws were outstretched, ready to strike.

But then, Babel froze. His eyes widened in disbelief.

”
?!”

Their eyes met.

Despite the incredible speed, Roman Dmitry’s eyes accurately tracked Babel’s movements. He knew his attack would not work.

Before he knew it, he raised the claws that had sprouted on both hands. His body was thrown back by the tremendous impact.

Wham!

Rumble!

The arm made of the magic of darkness shattered.

As he retreated in shock, Roman Dmitry, who had already caught up, unleashed a barrage of attacks.

Wham!

His body convulsed.

Each time an attack landed, an unbearable shock reverberated through him.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

His mind could not accept reality.

Rampage was a trump card that pushed his physical condition to the limit. Even the higher-ranking commanders struggled with his rampaging state.

Yet, he was being pushed back in every aspect—speed and power.

It was like his fighting didn’t matter. Babel looked like he couldn’t do anything.

Flash.

“Kraaah!”

His other arm flew away as well.

As the claws he had barely managed to hold on to shattered, he lost both arms.

Only then did he admit it.

Roman Dmitry.

He was a monster who had gone beyond the limits of humans.

He could never defeat him with his own power. And the more absurd fact was that this human was not even using his full power.

Babel could not handle even the simple, straightforward attacks.

If Roman Dmitry was even stronger than this, it was a difficult reality to accept. This guy might be a monster comparable to the Demon King.

Fsssss.

The rampage subsided.

Because he had used so much magic, the amount of magic being extinguished was greater than the amount of dark magic being supplied.

He was certain.

He had to escape.

After escaping, he had to report how powerful the being who had invaded the Demon World was.

However…

Flash.

Splurt.

His body staggered.

With blood spurting like a fountain, Babel felt his head flying into the sky.

Babel, the 3rd Corps Commander.

For a monster who had dominated the Demon World, it was a futile end that no one could have imagined.

At that moment.

Flash.

The Demon King turned his head.

A distant distance.

He felt Babel’s death.

Not only had the gate to the Demon World opened, but Babel’s life force had been extinguished by the clash of power that had occurred there.

“The 3rd Corps Commander has been defeated?” He chuckled.

Even though Babel was the lowest-ranked of the three corps commanders, he was still a monster who had fought thousands of battles to seize the position of corps commander.

That Babel had been defeated by a mere human.

The fact that he had been defeated in the Demon World, where he received an infinite supply of dark magic, was an issue that could never be overlooked.

‘Roman Dmitry,’ he thought.

It must be him.

The monster who had ruined Alexandre’s plan and was rewriting the history of humans was the one who had defeated Babel.

He admired it.

He had expectations for Roman Dmitry, but he thought that even the physical limitations of humans could not be handled by even the corps commander class.

But with the result just now, Roman Dmitry had proven himself.

The battle that had taken place in the Demon World and ended so quickly meant that he had overwhelmingly defeated Babel.

His interest was piqued.

The Demon King’s plan.

The Demon King considered his reasons. They were many, twisting and dark like the shadows of the Demon World. As Babel had said, part of it was simple disgust. He could not tolerate weak humans ruling *any* world. But deeper than that, a darker hope flickered within him. He hoped this human invasion would force powerful beings to rise, beings that could finally banish the boredom that gnawed at his immortal soul.

The Demon World was a brutal place, where only the strong survived. Yet, in this world of natural cruelty, the Demon King felt a strange helplessness in his overwhelming power.

He wanted to test something.

What kind of being was this Roman Dmitry?

If this human was truly strong enough to defeat even his legion commanders, it would bring a dark, thrilling joy to the Demon King’s heart.

A low rumble echoed through the Demon World as he gathered his power. Then, he spoke, his voice booming with ancient authority.

“Creatures of darkness! A mere human dares to step onto our land! Let the festival of blood begin! With death and despair, make them understand the price of their arrogance!”

Swish.

A wave of dark magic pulsed outwards, chilling the air.

Powerful authority filled the Demon World.

The humans who dared to enter would soon face a nightmare far beyond any victory they imagined.

The Demon King’s command echoed across the land, but on the battlefield, the effect of Babel’s death was immediate. The battle was over.

The monsters, lost without their leader, were quickly defeated or scattered into the shadows. Despite the clear victory, the human soldiers showed no excitement. The battlefield was quiet now, except for the crackle of flames. Despite the chaos of battle moments before, the soldiers moved with a quiet efficiency.

“Burn the monster bodies,” a soldier commanded, his voice calm and firm.

“Move quickly!” another replied, his tone businesslike.

Victory.

It was expected.

Their goal was not just this battle, but to conquer the entire Demon World. This was just the first step. They knew better than to celebrate victory too early.

Instead of cheering, the soldiers worked with practiced precision, just as they had trained for weeks. *Tap, tap, tap!* They dragged the heavy monster corpses into piles. Then, with torches, they set them ablaze.

Bright flames, blessed with divine power, licked at the monster corpses, sending plumes of white smoke into the dark air. The smell of burning flesh and magic filled the air. The fire consumed the darkness, leaving only ash.

Isabel watched, speechless. She had never seen soldiers like this. They were not celebrating, not even relieved, just…efficient. It was unsettling, and yet, strangely impressive. ‘They are trying to stop anything, even death, from causing problems,’ she realized, understanding their purpose.

The demons of this world were said to control even death itself. Just because a monster was dead didn’t mean it was no longer a threat. Burning the bodies was a careful precaution against any hidden dangers.

But it was more than just their caution. It was their whole attitude. Watching them move as one, Isabel was truly amazed.

“What in the world…?” Isabel whispered, her voice barely audible.

The Demon World. The very name whispered fear in people’s hearts. For years, Isabel had carried the secret of its existence, but she had never dared to speak of it. No one wanted to hear about the horrors that lay beyond.

History was filled with tales of the Demon World’s cruelty. Demons were monsters, beings beyond human control. So, people chose to ignore them, to pretend they didn’t exist. It was a taboo subject, a nightmare best left undisturbed. Confronting them? Unthinkable. Hope was only that they would remain distant, locked away.

But now, everything Isabel believed was shattered.

The scene before her eyes defied everything she knew. These soldiers had not only entered the Demon World and fought, they had won, and they acted as if it was simply expected. They were calm, organized, powerful.

This was the unity, the strength, she had always dreamed of for humanity. But she had believed it impossible. Human hearts, she knew, were too weak, too easily broken.

What had changed? How could people who ignored even the most desperate pleas to God now show such unwavering strength? It was a miracle, or something even stranger.

*I have to know the truth,* she thought, her mind racing. What had happened in the world outside? And why, why had they come to this terrifying place?

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Isabel walked towards Roman Dmitry. She had to know. “Please,” she began, her voice firm despite the tremor in her heart, “explain this situation to me. Why are you doing this…this unbelievable thing? Why open the door to the Demon World?”

Chris stepped forward to explain. His words painted a picture of a world transformed in a short time. He spoke of the fall of Arcadia, the wars that followed, the death of Alexandr… As Chris spoke, Isabel listened, her eyes widening with each revelation. He described how Roman Dmitry had declared the Dmitry Empire, and how, against all odds, he had united the continent. The soldiers before her were proof of this impossible feat.

Isabel felt a storm of emotions inside her.

*Roman Dmitry…* Could it be true? Was he really the one from the prophecy?

It had been such a short time. To unify a continent in so little time… it was unbelievable. But looking at the organized army, the undeniable victory, she couldn’t deny it. He had to be the one.

Even as Chris explained, Isabel struggled to grasp the enormity of it all. She understood the events, but the scale of them was staggering. Especially the battle with Valhalla, the spark that ignited the Continental War. Hearing about it now, she had to admit, Roman Dmitry was on a different level than her.

*What if…* She wondered. If she had been in Roman Dmitry’s place, would she have started a war just because she discovered Duke Vieto was secretly working for Alexandr?

No. Impossible. She would have searched for a peaceful solution. She wasn’t wrong to want peace, she knew that. But…

The world had changed. In a world threatened by the Demon World, maybe Roman Dmitry’s decisiveness was necessary.

A wave of guilt washed over her. *If I had known Roman Dmitry was this strong…* Wouldn’t she have needed to cross into the Demon World at all? Leo’s face flashed in her mind, his brave smile as he followed her into the portal. And the others…all gone. Had their sacrifice been for nothing? If she had only known…if she had only been stronger…

She bit her lip, hard. Leo and the soldiers who had followed her, accepting death as a possibility. She had believed it was the only way. But now, watching these soldiers, so disciplined and strong, she felt like she had led her people to their deaths needlessly. If she had understood Roman Dmitry’s true power… if she had been the hero the prophecy spoke of…

Her mind was still troubled, but she forced herself to focus. The war wasn’t over. These Allied Forces proved that their sacrifices might not be in vain. And she couldn’t waste time drowning in guilt. Babel was just the beginning. She knew the true danger that lay ahead. She had to face reality.

Pushing down her guilt, focusing on the present danger, she turned back to Chris. “I understand Dmitry has unified the continent,” she said, her voice steady now. “But why on earth did you open the door to the Demon World itself? This place, filled with dark magic, is perfect for demons. Even if you found a way here, wouldn’t it have been better to prepare more fully before entering? I can’t understand why you came here directly. Surely, it’s not revenge against humanity, is it?” The thought was absurd, but she had to ask.

For any reason she could imagine, it made no sense.

Entering the Demon World was madness. Conquering it? Suicide.

Isabel waited, holding her breath. Chris looked at her, his expression serious. Then, he spoke, his words simple, yet earth-shattering.

“We are here to conquer the Demon World.”

“……” Isabel stared at him, speechless. “What… what did you say?” she finally managed to stammer.

In that moment, her heart seemed to stop beating.

She had thought she had heard everything, understood everything. But the words “conquer the Demon World” shattered her understanding of the world. It was beyond belief. It was insane.