The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 522

Life is full of surprises; you never know what’s coming next.

Just moments ago, Kim Jung-tae was cheered by the crowd during his speech. Now, he lay sprawled on the dusty ground, a bloody mess.

His face was a grotesque mask of swelling, purple and red from the repeated blows.

Kim Jung-tae, his head swimming in a pool of blood, struggled to lift himself. But Roman Dmitry stepped on his head, pressing a sword against his face.

Thunk.

Roman Dmitry spoke, his voice cold and clear. “President Kim Jung-tae, your crimes are obvious. You were supposed to protect this nation, but you ignored the people outside Seoul. You made them suffer. You treated entering Seoul like a special favor. People in Seoul were afraid of you. They were scared of being kicked out if they spoke against you. That was when the Republic of Korea started to fail its people. The powerless citizens couldn’t stand against you in this chaotic world, and you held the entire Republic of Korea hostage so you could enjoy your powerful life.”

People gathered around.

In the place where the massacre had happened, where Kim Jung-tae had stood and shouted, the citizens of Seoul now stood. Roman Dmitry explained why he had rebelled.

“Your existence is a threat to my people. Only by cutting out people like you, who are eating away at the Republic of Korea from the inside, can this country have a real future. That’s why I picked up my sword. To punish you and the central government, who have dragged the Republic of Korea into this mess for the last 20 years. I want to show the sad truth to those who still believe you are the good guys. I have seen blood.”

Swoosh.

He raised his sword high.

Did he sense the killing intent? Kim Jung-tae desperately looked up and shouted at Roman Dmitry.

“You son of a bitch! You think the people of this country will accept you just because you do this?! No way! This country cares about where you were born. No matter what you do for the people, there will always be people in this country who hate you because of where you come from. And because you broke international law, the Republic of Korea is in danger! My corruption was to support this country, and as the president of the Republic of Korea, I am not ashamed!”

He shouted loudly.

Corruption. Kim Jung-tae saw it as something necessary, something he had to do.

Kim Jung-tae truly believed this. Roman Dmitry looked down at the evil man and spoke coldly.

“Whether people accept me or not is their problem. I will only accept those who believe in me and follow me. I promise the people one thing for the future, when you are gone: I will never abandon my people. I will not ignore the voices of my people when they cry out in pain. That is what a leader does. You ran from your duty and only took for yourself. You deserve to die.”

“P-please!”

Kim Jung-tae’s eyes went wide with fear.

He knew it in his gut.

He was going to die.

He struggled, trying to escape, but Roman Dmitry’s sword came down, quick and final.

And just like that…

Thwack.

Kim Jung-tae’s head was cut off.

Thud.

Roll roll roll.

Kim Jung-tae’s head rolled across the ground.

People’s eyes followed the head as it rolled.

The man who had held so much power in the Republic of Korea had met his end so quickly, so suddenly.

A strange feeling washed over the crowd.

It wasn’t sadness for Kim Jung-tae.

Roman Dmitry’s words had struck deep into their hearts.

“I will never abandon my people. I will not ignore the voices of my people when they cry out in pain. That is what a leader does.”

Those words were so simple, so obvious.

A leader is chosen to take care of the people, but the people had started to believe that Kim Jung-tae’s way was the only way.

In the beginning, some people had resisted.

But when Kim Jung-tae killed everyone who spoke out, people felt they had to accept reality to survive in this chaotic world.

It was a kind of trick.

Slowly, they began to believe that Kim Jung-tae was right.

They took up arms for him and cheered his words.

They closed their eyes and blocked their ears.

The whole world called the Republic of Korea a place of corruption, but the people of the Republic of Korea felt they had to accept this sad reality to survive.

Was that why a wave of emotion washed over them? If someone like Roman Dmitry had been in charge from the start, people wouldn’t have had to die.

People who had gone too far to turn back had denied reality and turned their weapons against Roman Dmitry.

But now, the truth was clear.

People had been desperately hoping for someone like Roman Dmitry to appear.

They wanted to live in a world where the government protected its citizens, and the leader took that as their duty.

A woman stepped forward and spoke.

“My husband died trying to get me into Seoul. Everyone wanted to enter Seoul, and those who entered Seoul through the sacrifices of their families had no choice but to remain silent in order not to be expelled. Roman Dmitry, sir, that one promise to take care of the well-being of the people is enough for me. Kim Jung-tae was wrong. I will fully accept you, Roman Dmitry, sir, and please take care of this country.”

She was the first.

Then others stepped forward.

“Roman Dmitry’s origin is not important at all. We need a responsible leader.”

“The promise not to abandon the people… With that one promise, I will bury the fact that I lost my family in this tragic war in my heart. The Republic of Korea needed a spark to change. The Republic of Korea has suffered unforgettable wounds from this rebellion, but if it can change in the future, it will not only be remembered for the pain.”

Everyone poured out their hearts and faced the truth.

Roman Dmitry’s cruel actions showed how sincere he was.

Seeing the people, Roman Dmitry thought of his own people.

‘I will meet them again.’

As time went on, he understood more and more.

The people are what make a leader. A leader’s position only matters when there are people who believe in him and follow him.

If he had only wanted to live for himself, there would have been no point in trying to take over the world.

He missed his people.

Thinking of their faces made Roman Dmitry even more determined.

He would make his wishes a reality.

Roman Dmitry spoke again.

“I will make the Republic of Korea a powerful nation. I will create a country that will not fall apart under any threat. I will stop all the terrible things that have thrown the world into chaos, and I will deal with the Absolute. In the future, when peace has returned, you will live full lives as my people.”

Desire was building inside him.

He would rule the whole world.

He would blow off the Absolute’s head and create a new world.

“I promise you a new future.”

At that moment…

“Waaah!”

“Roman Dmitry! Roman Dmitry!”

People were shouting Roman Dmitry’s name, not Kim Jung-tae’s.

Around the same time, miles away…

Jo Dal-soo was in a desperate situation.

He was being pushed back by the rebels, and he was trying to contact the central government for help.

The rebel forces have attacked Geumcheon-gu. They are preventing us from dealing with the monster wave, and at this rate, it’s only a matter of time before Geumcheon-gu falls. We need reinforcements immediately. As soon as possible……

What?!

Across the communication line, a dispirited voice was heard.

Jo Dal-soo, who was about to get angry at the communicator, soon heard terrible news that shocked him.

Shall I repeat myself? It’s all over. Kim Jung-tae’s head just flew off. Even the Chinese reinforcements have backed out, saying they have no intention of opposing Roman Dmitry, so there’s no way the central government can win.

In that instant, he felt as if the sky were falling.

Kim Jung-tae’s head had flown off!

The Chinese reinforcements had retreated!

Even worse, Investigator Moon Tae-joon ran up, panting.

Assemblyman! The Chinese reinforcements are suddenly returning to their homeland. The order came from above, and if they leave, Geumcheon-gu’s forces won’t be able to stop the monster wave and the rebel forces!

Oh dear.

He felt very dizzy.

The communicator’s words were true.

Otherwise, the Chinese reinforcements would never have withdrawn in such an urgent situation.

Is Roman Dmitry that strong? To attack the heart of Seoul, blow off President Kim Jung-tae’s head, and force even the Sword Demon Xiaolong from China to retreat? It’s over. There’s no hope. Considering Roman Dmitry’s ruthlessness in punishing those who expressed hostility, there’s no chance he’ll forgive me, who started this mess in the first place.

He felt hopeless.

He informed Investigator Moon Tae-joon of the current situation.

Upon hearing the truth, Moon Tae-joon slumped down on the spot.

Are we going to die like this?

The central government was collapsing.

He never thought it could happen, but a single variable named Roman Dmitry had brought down the central government.

His mind froze.

He didn’t know what to do.

Monsters were pouring in from outside, and soon Roman Dmitry would storm into Geumcheon-gu.

It was then that Moon Tae-joon spoke with a determined look.

What about seeking asylum?

Asylum?

Yes. Roman Dmitry has violated international law. No matter the justification, he deserves to be judged by the world government. If we apply for asylum using that issue as leverage, there’s a very high chance they’ll accept. Assemblyman, we’re going to die here anyway at the hands of Roman Dmitry. We have to try anything to survive, don’t we?

Jo Dal-soo’s eyes widened.

It was a brilliant idea.

He could secure his safety immediately and incite the world government to punish Roman Dmitry.

If that were to happen.

In a new Republic of Korea without President Kim Jung-tae, the chances of me, Jo Dal-soo, becoming president are high.

A smile crept out.

He thought he could make this bad situation good.

This was an opportunity.

Jo Dal-soo said with a bright face,

Investigator Moon Tae-joon! If this works out well, I won’t forget your contribution!

Thank you!

He hurried his steps.

From now on, it was a race against time.

He had to get out of Geumcheon-gu quickly, and with a few wizards with him, he headed to the teleportation magic circle.

Above the magic circle, he dreamed of a hopeful future.

The wizard unleashed his magic power.

Teleport!

When he opened his eyes, he would be far away in America.

Or so he thought.

Huh?

When the teleportation ended, Jo Dal-soo’s vision was filled with the rebel forces, led by Park Min-woo.

Jo Dal-soo’s plan? Park Min-woo had already anticipated it.

Having lost many times before, Park Min-woo had tampered with the teleport coordinates in advance using magic interference.

As a result, Jo Dal-soo appeared in the middle of enemy territory.

Seeing the dumbfounded expressions of Jo Dal-soo and Moon Tae-joon, Park Min-woo said to the Hundred-Clothed Wizards,

This is the ugly truth of the central government. The people who said sacrifices were inevitable for the sake of the Republic of Korea abandoned the people and ran away as soon as their own lives were in danger. Are we the evil ones? No, the central government is evil. We have only carried out justice, and the Hundred-Clothed have proven their reason for existence.

Indeed!

We believed in you!

The Hundred-Clothed Wizards cheered.

They trusted Park Min-woo.

They thought they were doing justice, but seeing it with their own eyes made them react even more passionately.

Park Min-woo laughed inwardly.

He didn’t miss the opportunity.

Seizing the moment, he solidified the trust of the Hundred-Clothed once again.

In the midst of this situation, Jo Dal-soo, noticing that Roman Dmitry was not yet present, hurriedly said,

H-Hundred-Clothed Wizard! Please, spare us! We will admit that we were wrong. But for the future of the Republic of Korea, shouldn’t you give some talented individuals like us a chance to repent?

We will bow our heads and apologize many times. Please, just spare our lives.

Moon Tae-joon joined in.

They knew that Park Min-woo held the power of life and death over them.

However, Park Min-woo responded curtly.

Why would I kill you? I have no authority to punish you.

Jo Dal-soo and Moon Tae-joon did not know the truth.

They didn’t know that capturing them was to please Roman Dmitry.

Even as the war was unfolding urgently, Park Min-woo’s mind was fixed on only one being.

I wonder if he’ll like my gift.

Park Min-woo stepped back.

Then, the dimension began to twist, and something emerged from beyond.

Roman Dmitry! You’ve worked hard!