The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 511

Jang Yun-tae’s shoulders slumped under the weight of his failure. The morning sky above Incheon was a bright, mocking blue, clear and empty. He leaned on his spear, the metal cold against his sweaty palm, and let out a long, shaky breath. “Haaah…” The sound was lost in the gentle breeze that carried the faint, salty smell of the nearby sea. He was supposed to be a prodigy, the pride of Busan. Now, he felt like nothing.

Jang Yun-tae hailed from Busan.

From a young age, he was lauded as a prodigy, his talents recognized early, leading him to join Hundred, the best guild in South Korea.

From the provinces to Seoul—it was the elite path, indeed.

Years ago, on the day he left Busan, his friends cheered him on, convinced he would succeed and return in glory.

He believed in himself.

With his talent and social skills, he would use Hundred as a stepping stone to leap forward. He wanted to achieve something great, to prove himself.

But he’d failed.

Yesterday, after being dragged away by Park Min-woo, Jang Yun-tae endured a torrent of abuse unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“You crazy bastard. Are you mad? Yes, you must be mad. Only madness could explain such a remark! Roman Dmitry is not someone we can treat lightly, and I gave you countless signals to convey Hundred’s sincerity! If you couldn’t understand what I meant without me saying it directly, you should have kept your mouth shut. There are eyes watching, so I can’t kick you out of Hundred, but keep acting like that, and you’ll be dead.”

The White Mage. The champion of justice was nowhere to be found.

He didn’t understand Park Min-woo’s hints, and he was berated for his mistake in front of Roman Dmitry. Jang Yun-tae felt utterly pathetic.

He had clearly been trusted by Park Min-woo before, but ever since he became associated with Roman Dmitry, he had been treated poorly.

Where had it all gone wrong? His logical judgments and actions, when faced with the illogical, had turned him into a complete failure.

“Go in and rest.”

“Take care.”

His shift was over.

Roman Dmitry had arranged the shifts to ensure adequate rest, allowing everyone to take sufficient breaks even amidst the chaotic situation of the Great Disaster.

Sighs continued to escape him on the way back to the accommodation.

As he trudged along, his mind in turmoil, Jang Yun-tae checked his phone and found a text message.

[Yun-tae, is everything you said about Roman Dmitry yesterday true?]

It was a friend from his hometown.

He stopped walking.

Yesterday, while exchanging messages with his friend, Jang Yun-tae had ranted about Roman Dmitry. It had been intentional.

He saw it as an opportunity to make amends for his mistake.

‘The Guild Master has sworn loyalty to Roman Dmitry. If I proactively enhance Roman Dmitry’s reputation, the Guild Master will see me in a new light. Yes. Everyone makes mistakes. But depending on how you make up for them, you can leap even higher.’

He began to type a message, detailing just how amazing Roman Dmitry was and proving Roman Dmitry’s achievements. As his fingers flew across the screen, he soon received a reply from his friend.

[I have a favor to ask. Can you arrange a meeting with Roman Dmitry?]

“Heh heh heh.”

It was just as he expected.

Busan would want to establish a good relationship with Roman Dmitry. And if anyone asked who had spread the word of his greatness, Jang Yun-tae would step forward and monopolize Park Min-woo’s affection.

Same sky. Different feelings.

Jang Yun-tae felt as if the sky was falling, while Park Min-woo found the blue sky incredibly beautiful.

‘This is life. This is the life.’

He was proud. His emotions surged.

Roman Dmitry had revealed his intentions yesterday.

Hundred had said it wasn’t true justice, but what mattered to Park Min-woo was that he was included in Roman Dmitry’s definition of the people.

What a thrilling thing it was! He had always looked up to the Heavenly Demon, and now he was ecstatic to finally be one of his people.

World peace? Justice? He didn’t care about any of that.

His life as the White Mage was perfectly completed by becoming one of Roman Dmitry’s people.

‘The people of Incheon probably don’t realize what a great blessing this is. Like Dmitry in his previous life, like the Demonic Cult in his previous life, being one of the Heavenly Demon’s people means having a reliable backing that will never abandon me, no matter the situation. I have finally entered the Heavenly Demon’s fold. I am now one of the Heavenly Demon’s people.’

His eyes welled up. Overwhelmed by the surging emotions, he had to keep wiping away tears with his sleeve.

It was then that a man approached him.

‘Jang Yun-tae.’

A thorn in his side. A constant spoiler. If it weren’t for his reputation as the White Mage, Jang Yun-tae would have crossed the boundary between life and death several times already.

Jang Yun-tae approached and said,

“Guild Master, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

The atmosphere was strange. Jang Yun-tae spoke with a confident voice.

“Just now, I received word from Busan that they wish to contact Roman Dmitry.”

“……Busan? Why?”

“Heh heh heh, that’s because I explained to them how amazing Roman Dmitry is. The incredible achievements of defeating the S-rank monster Green Dragon in one blow and annihilating the monster wave on Red Time. I informed Busan of this. It seems my friend is in a high position in the Busan government, so Roman Dmitry’s achievements have been spread throughout Busan. From what I hear, the Busan government seems inclined to abandon the central government and follow Roman Dmitry.”

Park Min-woo’s mind raced. Was what Jang Yun-tae had done a good thing?

No. Roman Dmitry had clearly stated that he would prioritize the safety of Incheon. The reason the Busan government had contacted them after hearing the rumors was likely not just to praise Roman Dmitry’s achievements, but to seek his help. If so, the purpose of this contact was obvious.

Considering the safety of Incheon, Roman Dmitry would not welcome Busan’s contact.

Therefore, this unwelcome event was Jang Yun-tae’s doing, making Jang Yun-tae Park Min-woo’s man. Roman Dmitry was very likely to see it as his doing and be disappointed in him because of the unwelcome event.

It was a miraculous train of thought.

His expression hardened. Unaware of this, Jang Yun-tae looked at him with sparkling eyes, as if expecting praise.

Park Min-woo’s eyebrows twitched.

“This bastard is really…….”

Jang Yun-tae jumped, startled. He was always slow to understand Park Min-woo’s moods.

Park Min-woo’s red face wasn’t from happiness, but from anger.

Jang Yun-tae looked down, feeling ashamed. He knew he had done the wrong thing in Park Min-woo’s eyes.

Luckily, the call from Busan went smoothly.

Roman Dmitry accepted the call from Busan, and Busan Mayor Cha Young-min got straight to the point.

“Please help us. If you help Busan, we will follow Roman Dmitry, not the central government, from now on.”

It was as expected.

If the rumors were true.

What Busan wanted was Roman Dmitry’s power.

They hoped that the power that had blown away an S-class monster with a single blow would solve the disaster that had struck Busan.

Roman Dmitry spoke calmly.

“Why should Incheon help Busan? We have no obligation to be responsible for the safety of other regions.”

“…”

On the other side of the screen.

Cha Young-min looked bewildered.

It was different from the rumors.

Jang Yun-tae had portrayed Roman Dmitry as a champion of justice, but Roman Dmitry was not the type to help others purely out of a sense of justice.

Cha Young-min was quick-witted.

He knew that he could not persuade Roman Dmitry by appealing to his sense of justice after exchanging only one conversation.

“…I understand. There is no reason for Incheon to help Busan, even at the risk of danger. In fact, when I heard the news that a ‘Monster Wave’ had occurred in Incheon, I only made Busan’s defenses more robust. I had no intention of helping Incheon at all. Nevertheless, we want to survive. Knowing how selfish and reckless this request is, I, as the person responsible for Busan’s safety, had no choice but to contact Roman Dmitry.”

He spoke sincerely.

He got straight to the point.

“I heard that you declared a rebellion against the central government. All regions in Korea, except for Seoul, harbor animosity towards the central government. They follow them only because they have to survive, and there is no local government that welcomes those who only care about their own safety whenever a great disaster occurs. Take us. Take over the entire Republic of Korea. If you save our lives, we will never forget our gratitude. We will sincerely follow Roman Dmitry, who saved us from the pit of hell, rather than the central government, which has always ignored the provinces.”

It was treason.

Treason was problematic even with just the intention, but such things were not important to Cha Young-min at all.

It was the edge of a cliff.

Surviving was important now.

If they could survive, serving Roman Dmitry, a foreigner, was not difficult at all.

“Roman Dmitry has the power that cowardly I do not have. Please help us.”

On the other side of the screen.

Cha Young-min lowered his head.

He said no more.

In the heavy silence, Cha Young-min waited for Roman Dmitry’s decision.

Cha Young-min’s remarks.

Cha Young-min’s sincerity.

And the benefits gained from Busan were not important at all.

Roman Dmitry could create a new world without anyone’s help, but that did not mean he would reject the entire world.

Reigning is impossible alone.

There had to be land to rule beyond Incheon, and there also had to be people in that land under his control who looked up to him.

Therefore.

He was planning to take over the entire Republic of Korea someday.

Roman Dmitry only excluded those who did not follow him, but those who bowed their heads and approached him first were different.

Busan knew it well.

While preparing for the great disaster, Roman Dmitry had learned about the entire Republic of Korea.

It was an unusual move.

At a time when people were worried about their immediate safety, he was already drawing up plans to swallow the entire Republic of Korea.

But.

That didn’t mean he would agree to help immediately.

“Busan is in danger because of the ‘Red Time,’ a period of intense monster attacks. You have two days to survive the Red Time. Do everything you can to stay alive. If Busan still stands in two days…”

Their eyes met.

Cha Young-min faced Roman Dmitry with trembling eyes.

“Then I will accept you. And I do not turn a blind eye to the safety of my people.”

Thud.

The communication ended.

Cha Young-min stared at the blackened screen with a complicated expression.

‘…Two days from now. Can we survive?’

Contact with Roman Dmitry.

The worst thing, Roman Dmitry refusing to help, had not happened.

Fortunately, he had secured a promise of support, but surviving for two days in a situation where a monster wave had occurred was a difficult problem.

Even so.

Hope flickered in Cha Young-min’s heart.

“He doesn’t turn a blind eye to the safety of his people. That’s a rare bit of romance in this chaotic world.”

It was different from before.

The central government.

Their help was uncertain.

They usually helped only after the Red Time was over, and it seemed they only cared about keeping Seoul safe.

By then, the local governments had already been devastated.

Even if they argued against the central government’s actions, they had no choice but to shut their mouths at the threat of no help next time.

And now.

Roman Dmitry had announced two days.

He would help Busan after two days when the variables disappeared.

Faith arose.

He didn’t know much about Roman Dmitry, but he didn’t seem like the type to make promises he couldn’t keep.

The presence or absence of hope.

The difference was great.

He thought it was over, but the future was now being drawn in Cha Young-min’s mind.

He knew it was unlikely, but he hoped for a miracle.

Cha Young-min summoned the top officials.

He said to them.

“From now on, Busan will enter a desperate battle, not thinking about the future. Just two days. Just hold on for two days.”

Roman Dmitry.

He staked Busan’s fate on his promise with him.