The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 555

Park Cheol-min no longer needed to hide the truth.

He had Roman Dmitry’s permission to speak openly. So, he told Miracle’s master, who was watching him with great interest.

“His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry personally made all thirty-one swords given to the special unit,” Park Cheol-min said. “I don’t know exactly how he made them. But I do know that the revolutionary technology you’re talking about comes directly from His Imperial Majesty.”

“You want me to believe that?” Miracle’s master asked.

“You asked me for the truth, right? Well, that’s it. Believe it or not,” Park Cheol-min replied.

Park Gwang-deok’s eyes widened in shock.

His name was Park Gwang-deok.

Even before the Great Disaster, people knew he was a master craftsman. He spent his life making magical weapons and welcoming the new age.

His hair was white, but his eyes were sharp. The news that Park Cheol-min was telling him—that Roman Dmitry himself made the swords—was almost impossible for a man who thought he knew everything about magical weapons.

‘Could this really be His Majesty the Emperor’s work?’ he wondered.

He looked at the sword on the table.

Most people wouldn’t realize it, but Park Gwang-deok knew this sword could completely change the magical weapon market.

The fact that Roman Dmitry had created such a treasure confused him. How could this be?

Roman Dmitry.

The Emperor of the Great Han Empire.

A powerful figure who ended the Great Disaster with a single sword, removed the corrupt government, and quickly defeated Russia, a world superpower.

Now, Russia had a new government that apologized to the Great Han Empire, admitting their loss and supporting the Great Han Empire.

A few years ago, these events would have seemed impossible. But Roman Dmitry had made them real.

It was truly unexpected.

Roman Dmitry was making history with his incredible fighting skills. But it was hard to believe he also had crafting abilities.

Lee Tae-sung had reacted the same way before.

Even if someone made magical weapons using a special skill, they usually needed many years of experience to create good weapons.

Roman Dmitry looked young, maybe in his twenties. It seemed impossible for him to be both a great fighter and a master craftsman.

He couldn’t believe it.

He just couldn’t believe it.

But…

‘If it’s His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry, it might be possible. He doesn’t follow the rules,’ Park Gwang-deok thought.

Park Gwang-deok swallowed hard.

In the Great Han Empire, people respected Roman Dmitry like a god. Park Gwang-deok couldn’t deny that anything was possible for him.

If Roman Dmitry lived by the rules, he would have been defeated when facing the Great Disaster, the corrupt government, and the war with Russia. But he had won every battle and created the Great Han Empire.

He wasn’t bound by common sense.

Park Gwang-deok believed in Roman Dmitry.

If Park Cheol-min was right, Park Gwang-deok needed to learn the technology that had created the sword.

He wanted to know how to improve steel weapons while keeping their special abilities.

It was a technological revolution.

He felt eager and anxious.

Because of who Roman Dmitry was, Park Gwang-deok carefully asked, trying to control his eagerness.

“Is it possible to meet His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry in person?”

That afternoon, Park Gwang-deok’s request was accepted.

Park Gwang-deok felt his heart race. Could this be true? He thought about everything he knew about weapons, and then about the amazing things Roman Dmitry had done. Maybe, just maybe, it was possible. He had to know more.

The message was sent to Roman Dmitry. Later that day, the answer came back: the Emperor would meet him. This created a little anticipation.

Park Gwang-deok met Roman Dmitry, bowed respectfully, and then got straight to the point.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” he said, “I’ve made many magical weapons, but I’ve never seen one that uses the best parts of both steel weapons and magical weapons. Right now, making magical weapons depends on special ‘crafting skills.’ But the sword you created is different. It’s a perfect steel weapon, and it can handle more mana than other weapons. Please, teach me your technology.”

He didn’t dare to look up.

Since Roman Dmitry was the most powerful person in the Great Han Empire, Park Gwang-deok spoke politely but firmly.

“Of course, I’m not asking for a favor without offering something in return. I run Miracle and I’m the chairman of the Great Han Empire Artisan Association. If you share your technology, I’ll give you money and I’ll also fully support the Great Han Empire’s weapon production as chairman of the association.”

The Artisan Association was a global group with branches in every country.

The Great Han Empire Artisan Association was well-known, even in other countries. It had already been helping the Great Han Empire, even without a deal like this one.

Still, there was a difference in how things were said.

Until now, they had simply put the Great Han Empire first because they were patriotic. But cooperating for money was different.

It wasn’t a bad offer.

If the Great Han Empire could get the artisans’ support, it would become even stronger.

But Roman Dmitry’s thoughts were different.

Roman Dmitry leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. “Your offer… it misses the point completely. You’re thinking too small,” he said calmly.

“If my crafting technology is so revolutionary, then the artisans in your association will become useless. Their skills, which depend on old crafting methods, won’t be seen as valuable anymore. I am the Emperor of the Great Han Empire. I have all the power and technology of this country. Why would I need to share my technology just to get the Artisan Association’s help? It will take time, but the Great Han Empire will have the best technology in the world, even without them.”

“I understand,” Park Gwang-deok said, his face turning pale. “So, does Your Majesty think we’re not needed anymore?”

Roman Dmitry’s words were true.

If a new era began, artisans who didn’t learn the new technologies would become obsolete.

This was unexpected.

Park Gwang-deok had thought his offer was good enough, but he had been wrong.

“It’s not that you’re not needed,” Roman Dmitry said. “You’re just not a priority. Park Gwang-deok, if you want to learn the new technologies and improve the Great Han Empire’s crafting abilities, I’m willing to teach you. But there’s one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You, Miracle, and the entire Artisan Association of the Great Han Empire must spread my weapons.”

Roman Dmitry looked at the group of artisans. He knew they were valuable.

If someone ever recognized its true worth, Roman Dmitry intended to make good use of them.

Just like Master Hendrick in his past life. Master Hendrick had been loyal and skilled. Roman needed someone like that again.

He needed someone to form a solid foundation.

“I want all of you to belong to me.”

Park Kwang-duk looked up at the sky, confused.

“Don’t worry too much about ‘belonging.’ You will still make things for the Korean Empire, like you always have. You will teach your skills to others. I won’t control you too much just because you belong to me. If you do your job well as artisans, I promise you will become rich and respected.”

It was an unconventional proposal.

To have the entire Artisan Association belong to him.

As the chairman, Park Kwang-duk couldn’t quickly agree. But Roman Dmitry stopped his doubts.

“I will not force you. You have one week to decide. If you don’t decide in a week, I will find another way. I know you are confused. It’s not easy to give up the Artisan Association so quickly. If you need help deciding, come to my workshop tomorrow. You can watch me make a sword this week.”

A week’s deadline.

It was tight.

The deadline of one week was short. But what bothered Park Kwang-duk more was being allowed to watch Roman Dmitry work.

‘Artisans are good at learning by watching. But Roman Dmitry showing his work so openly meant his skill was impossible to copy just by watching. Only someone truly confident would do that.’

His mouth felt parched.

It was not an easy decision.

Artisans liked to be free. No artisan would want to be controlled by the Korean Empire.

Of course, it was true that everyone liked Roman Dmitry.

There was no one who disliked the hero of the Korean Empire, but deciding the future in an instant required careful consideration.

For now.

There was no reason to refuse the observation.

Park Kwang-duk thought about it for a while, then went to find the other artisans.

The next day.

From early morning, the artisans of the Artisan Association gathered.

Like Park Kwang-duk, they were all very skilled artisans. But they looked suspicious.

“Just showing the production process? What is he thinking?”

“Is he just using this to control us? I respect Roman Dmitry, and working for the Korean Empire would be good. But I don’t want to be forced to join. The Artisan Association was made to protect us when we had no power. If we join the government, it will lose its purpose.”

“I agree. And I’m not sure his skills are worth giving up the whole Artisan Association for. His sword is amazing, yes. But can he teach others how to make it? Maybe his skill is just in *him*, not in a technique we can learn. Then only *he* can make special swords, and it won’t change anything for us.”

Everyone had valid opinions.

It was a critical issue that would determine the future.

While showing anticipation for new technologies, they could not help but interpret the situation with suspicious eyes.

Park Kwang-duk said.

“I understand why you think that way. But we have to face the truth. If Roman Dmitry is as skilled as I think, our skills will become outdated. I promise you, as chairman, the sword I saw is worth changing for.”

“……I understand.”

“Did we say we doubted anything? We trust the chairman. We also trust His Imperial Majesty Roman Dmitry.”

They pushed down their doubts.

For now, they were given a chance to confirm.

Whatever decision they made, it was not a matter to choose now.

In front of the workshop.

People flocked together.

Roman Dmitry arrived. He waved to the people and then calmly started getting ready to make a weapon.

The sight of preparing the fire and organizing the tools was very familiar to the artisans.

Even if he used production skills, weapon production took place in the workshop, so Roman Dmitry’s preparation process was something the artisans had repeated at least tens of thousands of times over decades.

He finished preparing.

The workshop had been changed so people could watch from outside.

Roman Dmitry picked up a hammer and said to the artisans who were glancing at him from outside the workshop.

“I won’t stop you from learning my techniques while you watch. If you can understand how I do it just by watching, you can use it yourself. But if you think joining me is the only way to stay ahead, tell me clearly in one week.”

He drew up mana.

He was not planning to use the Divine Flame Art this time.

He would use the general production techniques that had been the foundation of Dmitry, not his own special techniques.

Using mana.

The technique that made Dmitry known as the country of blacksmiths.

‘In one week, no matter what the artisans decide, I will show this sword to the world. It will make the Korean Empire a leader in new technology. Just like Dmitry was powerful in the north, the Korean Empire will become important, even though it’s small. I want power that is stronger than armies.’

“Hoo.”

He took a deep breath.

A moment of silence fell.

As the artisans watched without even breathing, Roman Dmitry silently revealed his will.

‘Watch from now on. The new realm you must accept.’

Whirr!

The fire was lit in the furnace.

In the hot, roaring flames, Roman Dmitry finally began his first hammer strike.

Clang!

A clear sound.

This was the start of a new legend for Dmitry, in this new life.