The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 455

He staggered, strength draining from his body. Dark blood erupted from the hole in his heart, staining the ground black.

As his magic faded, his huge body began to shrink, like air escaping a balloon. Finally, the Demon King, now the size of a human, fell to his knees, unable to stand.

“How… how could this be?” he gasped.

The final blow. It was perfect, catching him completely by surprise.

He should have blocked the attack. But it was too fast. Only when the sword pierced his heart did he understand what happened.

He couldn’t understand it. He had embraced dark magic and should have been strong enough to beat Roman Dmitry.

Indeed, Roman Dmitry had seemed careful of his power, but looking back, the Demon King knew he had been completely outmatched.

Why? How could this have happened?

The Demon King did not know why he lost. He didn’t understand the real difference between him and Roman Dmitry.

They were different. To normal people, both seemed beyond understanding. But what they had gone through to become so strong was not the same.

The Demon King had been powerful from birth. His power came easily. He was never used to fighting as an equal. He had always been stronger than everyone else.

But Roman Dmitry…

What about Baek Jung-hyuk?

When he was at his lowest point, Baek Jung-hyuk, just a boy, was weak. But he never gave up. If he was weak, he used stones. He did anything to win, even if people called him a coward.

That’s how he defeated his enemies. People later called Baek Jung-hyuk a legend when he became the Heavenly Demon. But before that, his life was not noble or praised.

That was the difference.

Roman Dmitry was different. He knew how to fight in any situation: when he was weaker, when they were equal, and even when he was stronger.

The Demon King had never been weak. Roman Dmitry, however, felt most alive when facing death.

That was why he used the Sword Saint’s techniques, not just the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.

Roman Dmitry knew the fastest way to win, not just how to overpower with brute force.

He overpowered. The Demon King was no match for Roman Dmitry.

Thud. Thud. Footsteps echoed in the silence. Roman Dmitry walked closer, his sword still raised. The Demon King watched him, fear growing.

“You will be an example to all,” Roman Dmitry said, his voice cold and hard as steel.

It was the end. He raised his sword to strike.

The Demon King screamed, his voice cracking with fear. “Roman Dmitry! Wait! Please! I beg you, listen to my offer! I will tell you how to solve the problem of the dimension’s rules!”

Halt.

Roman Dmitry stopped his sword. It hung right above the Demon King’s head. Roman Dmitry’s eyes were like ice, showing no warmth, no emotion as he stared down.

Only when facing death did the Demon King truly understand himself. He was too afraid to die.

The Demon King spoke quickly, desperately. “You are like Alexander. Alexander broke the dimension and could destroy it. You also broke the rules by coming to the Demon Realm. What will happen when you go back to your world? Rifts will appear in a few years, maybe sooner! Your world will become like the Demon Realm, a place where nothing can live!”

That was the truth. Everyone is bound by the dimension’s rules. Problems would happen if Roman Dmitry returned to his world as he was.

Whether Roman Dmitry knew this or not didn’t matter to the Demon King. He had a solution to offer.

“I will give you my position as Demon King. If you become more than human, you might not escape the rules completely, but you can delay the rifts. Of course, eventually, even for you with your long life, it won’t be a perfect solution. But then, you can find a new world for humans to live in. There are many worlds in space, not just the Demon Realm and your world. I am sure there is another world where humans can survive.”

He was desperate to live. He wanted more time. Time to become stronger, like Roman Dmitry. He wanted to plan his revenge.

“Roman Dmitry. Gods don’t care about humans. You must save yourself!”

This was the best way. If Roman Dmitry accepted, the Demon King would give up his power for a chance to live. Attacking other worlds was not a bad idea, he thought. He would help Roman Dmitry until he was strong enough to defeat him.

*Think about it,* the Demon King thought. *Attacking other worlds was always my goal. If Roman Dmitry can help me do that, my boring life will become exciting again.* A crazy light shone in his eyes.

Spitting blood, he looked up at Roman Dmitry, pleading. “You are like me. Take my hand. Let’s create a new future together.”

The Demon King’s offer. It was a way to solve Roman Dmitry’s problem.

The dimension’s rules. He couldn’t ignore them. Even if he beat the Demon King, his world would be destroyed when he returned.

Alexander and him. They were the same.

But from his talk with God, Roman Dmitry’s mind was clear.

God had said, “If you go to the Demon Realm against my will, I must keep the balance of the dimensions. When you return to your world after you are done, I will act to fix things. Your soul will no longer cause problems then.”

Those words were enough. God would act when he returned, after he solved everything. So, he didn’t need to worry. After he achieved what he wanted, Roman Dmitry would do what he thought was right.

The Demon King’s offer was not wrong. If Roman Dmitry was afraid to die, it would be worth considering.

The dimension’s rules. Roman Dmitry listened to the Demon King’s words. *An offer,* he thought, *but at what cost?*

“I do not desire eternal life.”

Click.

He aimed his sword at the Dark Lord’s neck.

Looking down at the Dark Lord with eyes as cold as ice, he continued.

“Limitless life is a disaster for humans. If I accept your offer, I might solve the problems facing me, but I would only repeat the life that plunged me into suffering. Living as Roman Dmitry, meeting a powerful being like you, and getting to know my people—I have no regrets. As always, I am committed to my current life and will die as a human.”

He repeated his choice.

Just like before, when he could have become something more than human, Roman Dmitry once again wished to die as a human.

The Dark Lord stared at Roman Dmitry.

He felt wretched.

He, defeated, showed such a longing for life, yet how could Roman Dmitry so calmly accept the reality facing him, given the life he had lived?

He felt like saying something to beg for his life, but he stopped himself.

“…Damn you, human. I ask one last time. Even if you die, are you really sure you won’t regret it?”

He asked sincerely.

To that,

Roman Dmitry raised his sword.

In his past life, and in this one too.

Having lived as a leader, he had no intention of leaving behind any elements that threatened himself and those around him.

Therefore,

“That too is my choice.”

Flash!

He beheaded the Dark Lord.

At that moment.

For the rear guard, it was like being in Hell. Firelight flickered on the demon’s skin, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and smoke.

Their strong will to fight to the death, unlike in fairy tales, was quickly drowned out by screams.

“Kraaah!”

“Aargh!”

Screams echoed from all directions.

Demons swarmed around them, tearing at their armor and flesh with sharp claws and teeth, and even with their desperate resistance, they could not overcome the sheer number of enemies.

Many died.

Everywhere he looked, soldiers were dying, and their commander, Chris, had already given up on surviving.

‘I won’t die easily.’

Flash!

Tap tap tap tap!

The heads of the demons flew with a single strike.

Chris moved forward, cutting down everything in sight.

His body was already at its limit.

From the moment he set foot in the Demon World until now, he had not been allowed any time to rest properly, and to fill Roman Dmitry’s place, Chris had not been idle.

He always looked after those around him.

Every time he checked on people and moved towards the impossible, he felt Roman Dmitry’s absence.

‘Our lord wasn’t just strong. How could he bear this burden and carry us all?’

It was amazing.

People believe in fate.

Chris was not a believer in fate, but he believed that Roman Dmitry was born to be a leader.

In fact, he knew it himself now.

The dream of surpassing Roman Dmitry was truly absurd, and even if he were granted eternal life, he would never achieve that dream. Now, the outcome didn’t matter.

He simply liked the fact that he was moving towards the goal of Roman Dmitry, and he was happy to be able to stand by such a person.

He gritted his teeth.

He pulled up his aura.

He had already cut down hundreds of them, but he couldn’t stop here.

Beyond this endless darkness.

Roman Dmitry was waiting.

He didn’t want to show the man who trusted him and carried all the burdens the miserable result that the rear guard had died accomplishing nothing.

He did not doubt for a moment that he would be defeated. Roman Dmitry would surely win, so he wanted to prove himself to him.

Clang!

Rumble!

He rushed forward like a madman.

He was now fighting alone, away from the other soldiers. Demons came at him from all sides, but Chris kept cutting them down.

He lost track of time. As he moved towards the endless darkness, Chris fought like a fire burning itself out.

His magic power reached its limit.

If he used all his magic power, he would die completely, even if he used up all the life force inside him.

It was then.

“Ke-eck.”

“Grrrr.”

Suddenly, chaos erupted among the demons.

The demons, who had been swarming in like a tidal wave just moments ago, hesitated, and from some point on, they scattered in all directions as if they had made a promise.

Chris was very confused. He had thought he was going to die, so he didn’t understand why things suddenly changed.

In that instant.

Chris looked towards the direction of the Dark Lord’s castle.

The only explanation for why the demons were running away was this:

“Our lord has won.”

It was certain.

Roman Dmitry.

He had done it.

He hurried.

There was no time to catch his breath.

Leaving the injured behind for the time being, Chris led the soldiers, preparing for any possible situation.

“Hurry!”

What if.

If the enemy wasn’t just the Dark Lord.

It was possible that Roman Dmitry was still fighting.

Chris prepared for the worst, and the Dmitry swordsmen, despite their bodies not being in normal condition, followed Chris.

Simply defeating the Dark Lord could not be called a true victory.

They had to see with their own eyes that Roman Dmitry was safe and alive.

It was then.

In the distance.

He saw a familiar figure coming towards them.

As the figure became clearer, Chris’s eyes shook violently.

“…!”

It was Roman Dmitry.

He was walking towards them.

And in his hand, he held the Dark Lord’s head, and blood dripped from it.