The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 561

Weeks before the grand presentation, in a quiet room away from the bustling palace, Roman Dmitry called for Kim Pan-seok.

“Kim Pan-seok,” Roman Dmitry began, his voice serious, “you said your purpose in life is to ‘resolve karma.’ Why haven’t you shared your knowledge with people until now? If the world changes because of you, it would have a big effect.”

“That’s…” Kim Pan-seok hesitated, his voice fading away.

He knew the truth.

He knew that sharing his knowledge would change the world more than just helping people as a White Mage. But he didn’t want to.

He was trying hard to resolve his karma, but sharing his knowledge was different.

Usually, he would lie.

He would give an answer like a good White Mage should, but he couldn’t lie to Roman Dmitry.

“…Honestly,” Kim Pan-seok said, his voice low, “I felt it was a waste. The idea of sharing knowledge I got through very hard work, with people I don’t even know, was not nice. I helped Baek Il because they follow me, but if people I don’t know steal my knowledge and are ungrateful and betray me, my life would feel empty. I wanted to be the only one who could solve the world’s problems. I wanted to be special.”

As he spoke, his true feelings came out.

Kim Pan-seok worried about what might happen.

He had a bad feeling that magic might change a lot because of him.

And then, someone unexpected, like Roman Dmitry, might appear and become better than him.

This thought made him feel even more inferior.

When he was Alexandr, he had reached a very high level of magic, the 9th Circle. He had a good life and the Demon King helped him.

But as Park Min-woo, starting over, he didn’t have the same time to learn.

Hadn’t he already seen this happen before?

As Alexandr, he started the Aura Revolution (which changed how people used aura), but Kim Pan-seok, who wasn’t good at swords, had to give up becoming a swordsman.

He couldn’t repeat the failure.

His feeling of being less important seethed.

Having been nothing more than someone who couldn’t grasp anything, Kim Pan-seok couldn’t accept the heroic idea of selflessly giving everything for the world.

He planned to resolve the karma slowly.

If he was going to live, he wanted to always be at the top, not falling behind.

It was a burst of desire.

Just as he hadn’t told the truth to the Maron Church, Kim Pan-seok wasn’t someone who cared about the world.

He only did what was right because he had to.

The White Mage was a man with a dark inside.

Kim Pan-seok lowered his head.

Thinking he had shown his true self, he didn’t dare to look up at the face of the respected Roman Dmitry.

But then,

“You don’t need to worry about such problems.”

“……Yes?”

He raised his head.

His unsure eyes met strong, steady eyes.

“Living as Roman Dmitry, I have never met a magical talent that is better than you. Not Edwin Hector, nor Felix.

All of them were nothing compared to you. I understand your desire to keep knowledge to yourself. But in this world, your true worth is shown when you share what you have. Kim Pan-seok, at this presentation, the Daehan Empire will change the world. By showing people the basics of mana, your reputation as the ‘White Mage’ will mark the end of the presentation.”

This event,

Needed the White Mage.

The good life he had lived was perfect for ending the presentation.

“Believe in yourself. The you I have seen is not so easily overtaken in the same amount of time.”

The conversation ended.

Kim Pan-seok stepped outside and looked up at the sky.

The sky, which was clear at times and dark at others, now showed feelings that were hard to describe.

“……I couldn’t believe in myself.”

Emotions rose up.

Tears filled his eyes.

He knew it himself.

How much he was stuck in feeling less important.

Having lived as Kim Pan-seok, he didn’t want to lose the wealth and honor he had enjoyed as Alexandr.

He was afraid that if he let go even a little, everything would disappear.

Kim Pan-seok desperately protected what he had.

If he didn’t, he felt like he would fall apart at any moment.

It was all in his head.

He was sadly trapped in his first life.

It was true that he was just someone who couldn’t understand anything when he lived as Kim Pan-seok, but that life was only a part of it, as he lived much longer as Alexandr.

Feeling less important pushed him to improve.

If he had accepted the life he was given, he would have been forgotten, but as Alexandr, he started the Aura Revolution and showed how great it was to become a magician and reach the 9th Circle.

Of course, he made a deal with the Demon King to do it, but that wouldn’t have been possible if he didn’t have talent in the first place.

He was,

A very great person.

Chris, Kevin, Edwin Hector, Felix, and so on.

If the people who were with Roman Dmitry were in the same situation as him, could they have done the same things?

Probably not.

He was special.

He always felt like he wasn’t good enough because he compared himself to Roman Dmitry and Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk.

Compared to someone perfect, he couldn’t be happy with anything he did.

His narrow-minded and insecure personality was made that way, but Roman Dmitry knew Kim Pan-seok’s true self.

Special talent.

There was no reason to worry about being overtaken.

In the future that the Daehan Empire would create, a magician better than Kim Pan-seok would never appear.

“Sniff, sniff.”

Tears fell.

He tried to hold it back, but he covered his face with emotions that came from deep inside and knelt on the ground.

He didn’t know why he lived so hard.

But in this moment of being recognized by Chunma, he felt like his whole life, which was never easy, was being rewarded.

What others thought?

Competitors?

He didn’t care about such things.

Roman Dmitry, just one person was enough.

Just by being recognized by him, Kim Pan-seok was willing to give up everything he had.

He gritted his teeth.

He clenched his jaw.

Patrice looked at Roman Dmitry. Roman Dmitry’s eyes were filled with venom.

‘Very well. I shall give everything I have to this world. But no one, not even a being hailed as a genius of the century, will ever surpass me. I will ensure that everyone accepts the fact that I am always by the side of Emperor Roman Dmitry, and I will forever possess the skills befitting the second-in-command.’

Kim Pan-seok had felt inferior before. But now, that feeling changed.

It became a strong desire to be the best.

Kim Pan-seok thought about his life.

He believed that if you worked hard, you would get good results. That’s why he wanted to try even harder now.

The technology presentation.

The second part of the presentation, which people did not expect, stemmed from Kim Pan-seok’s intense desire.

Kim Pan-seok smiled slightly and spoke clearly into the microphone. “I know you all have questions after seeing how we make mana weapons. You might be thinking, ‘Mana comes from skills, right? So how can we use mana without skills?’ We had to go back to the very basics to figure this out.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. “People in this world think that the ‘system’ is the source of all special powers. But what we just showed you proves that’s not completely true. Mana,” he said, his voice emphasizing the word, “mana is the foundation of this world. It has been here from the start, even if it was weak.”

In the audience, a hush fell over everyone. You could hear a pin drop. The leaders of each country were not stupid. They understood the importance of what Kim Pan-seok was saying. They held their breath, waiting to hear more of this shocking truth.

“The ‘system’ is like a link between mana and people. It triggers mana, transforms its form, and provides humans with the result we call skills. So, what do you think would happen if we used mana while excluding the system?”

He raised a finger.

As he moved it lightly, as if a maestro conducting an orchestra, a blue line followed his movement.

“It’s simple. If we give mana a special form, we can manifest superhuman power without the help of the system. Just like now.”

The blue line grew brighter and hotter. Suddenly, it burst into flames, orange and red, licking the air. Patrice could feel the heat even from the back of the room.

Everyone was stunned. Completely overwhelmed.

The more they interpreted the contents of the presentation in their heads, the more they began to understand what results Roman Dmitry intended to achieve, starting with the first part of the presentation.

Madness.

There was no other way to explain it.

As Kim Pan-seok strolled across the stage, people moved their eyes blankly, like people who had lost their souls.

“Understanding the foundation of mana is not necessarily a good thing. The convenience provided by the system is omitted, and perhaps the destructive power is weaker than simply using skills. But the moment we apply the foundation of mana to this world, we can face a single change. Awakening is no longer a privilege for the few. In a situation where monsters appearing all over the world are massacring ordinary people, even those who have not awakened will gain the power to fight against monsters.”

Gradually.

The presentation was nearing its end.

Roman Dmitry’s intention, the reputation of the white-clad wizard, the epitome of justice.

Specially decorated the presentation.

Even knowing that it was an intention to highlight the prestige of the Empire, they had no choice but to accept the existence of the Dmitry Empire now.

“I will reveal to you. The system of circles and magic for each circle. Humanity will now move towards a new future.”

When the presentation was all over.

The world was turned upside down.

Without exception, everyone who had been fiercely competing until just now, including John Harrison, Wang Wiryong, and Ahmed Khalil, rose from their seats and shouted with emotional expressions.

The intentions of the Dmitry Empire did not matter.

Whatever benefits they hoped to gain from this presentation, the Dmitry Empire clearly presented a direction that would benefit all of humanity.

Such a choice.

No one would criticize a vessel as vast as the great sea.

Bernardo, who had been given the mission to ruin the presentation, squealed like a teenage fan, and the audience applauded for over a minute, but no one stopped.

They were just grateful. For the Dmitry Empire’s choice to make such a decision. The relationships that had been intertwined with each other’s interests were now united as one humanity.

The presentation ended like that.

The excitement had not yet subsided.

The leaders of each country, leaving the presentation hall, were busy praising the achievements of the Dmitry Empire, abandoning all pretense.

“How on earth did they develop such technology?” said one leader.

“Well, I don’t know, but the Dmitry Empire has achieved a great feat that will go down in human history. They didn’t hide something that could have been kept secret for their own benefit, but revealed everything for the sake of humanity,” agreed another.

“When the Dmitry Empire first declared the existence of the Emperor, I was worried that it might cause chaos. But not now. Emperor Roman Dmitry is a perfect fit for the position of Emperor. From now on, I will help him in every way possible.”

It was chaos.

Everyone praised in unison.

In such an excited situation, there was only one man who showed a hollow face.

‘……How on earth am I supposed to do this?’ thought Patrice.

Patrice felt very confused. He had two opposite ideas in his head at the same time, and it made him uncomfortable.

He believed that Roman Dmitry was a menace to humanity.

Because of him, who was imitating Marlon Dmitry, humanity would face a great crisis in the future.

But now he was confused.

The Dmitry Empire’s presentation.

It was perfect.

It was a 모습 of dedication to the future of humanity, and Patrice experienced cognitive dissonance at Roman Dmitry’s decision to truly lead the world.

Roman Dmitry had to be a menace.

Only then could he gain the justification to bring him down, but now it was as if the Marlon Church, which was for humanity, was the evil force.

It was devastating.

The justification had faded.

Whether he was justice, or Roman Dmitry was justice.

It was not clearly distinguished.

The problem was not only that.

The presentation itself was concluded in two parts, but Roman Dmitry proposed a separate meeting with the national leaders.

Everyone moved their feet.

Everyone was excited.

At the thought of meeting Roman Dmitry, who had changed humanity, they could hardly calm their emotions.

Patrice was different.

The path to the meeting place seemed to him like a passage falling into hell.

The door opened.

As a huge space was revealed.

Roman Dmitry, who was blatantly sitting in the seat of honor, welcomed everyone’s presence. His expression was unreadable as he said, “Please, take a seat.”