The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 563

Some people thought the Maron Order was just a fake religion. They believed the leaders lived in luxury by pretending a being named Maron was real. These doubters didn’t believe in the Maron Order, and their skepticism was understandable.

Sebastian tried to prove Maron Dmitry was real. He showed many things. But no one had ever actually seen Maron Dmitry.

No matter what people thought, Sebastian always truly believed.

The first Great Disaster happened, and he started the Maron Order. He used the money and fame he got from people believing in the Order to fund ‘Dimensional Shift Magic.’

They were able to help human civilization because of these efforts.

Sebastian really wanted to bring Maron Dmitry into this world. So, the Maron Order worked hard on technology for 20 years. Some people might have thought this was a waste of time.

Step by step, they improved their technology.

They had secret technology, even better than what they showed the world. Now, this technology was ready for the dimensional shift experiment.

“Prepare the magic circle,” someone said.

“Point 1, ready.”

“Point 2, ready.”

“Point 3…”

They were in a large room.

Inside the magic circle, which took up the whole room, the wizards stood in their places, connecting themselves to the circle.

They wanted to reach the right place in another dimension. To do this, they used a skill called ‘Synchronization.’ This skill helped control the dangerous and unstable dimensional shift, using many rituals.

The experiment was dangerous. If it failed, the wizards could die. But they were ready to give their lives for humanity.

Many mana stones were placed around the magic circle.

The wizards used Synchronization, the mana stones provided power, and a small piece of paper sat in the middle of the magic circle.

This was the scripture.

Henry Albert was from Maron Dmitry’s world. To connect to his world, they used a small piece of paper from his writings.

Finally, there was a wizard named Andres.

He had the ‘Forced Summoning’ skill. This skill could bring beings from other dimensions to this one. The plan to summon Maron Dmitry depended on Andres’ special skill.

It was perfect.

Everything was ready.

Sebastian watched the experiment, feeling nervous.

‘We have done so much to get to this point. There’s no guarantee it will work the first time. But we need to know if we’re on the right track. This world, with demons like Roman Dmitry, needs hope that there is a solution.’

He swallowed hard.

He didn’t know what would happen.

Now, they were exploring an unknown world. Everything was in God’s hands.

Soon, the magic circle started working.

Mana poured from the stones, making the lines of the magic circle glow brightly. Light burst from the wizards’ eyes and mouths as they used the Synchronization magic.

That power went to Andres.

Andres’ robe moved in the wind. He focused all his power into one skill.

“Forced Summoning!”

Boom!

Rumble!

The world flashed.

The large room shook as if it would fall apart. The people watching had to hold on tight to avoid being thrown around by the storm of magic.

Space and time twisted wildly. The room around them seemed to melt and change. It was hard to tell what was real anymore. Inside the swirling magic, everything was a blur of light and power.

The magic storm felt like it lasted forever. Then, suddenly, it was gone, like the sky clearing after a storm.

Flash!

The mana disappeared.

The wizards using Synchronization fell to the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Sebastian quickly looked around.

‘The experiment…!’

He prayed.

He hoped the experiment had worked.

But he looked disappointed.

He couldn’t find anyone or anything that had come from another dimension.

Just then…

Fsssss.

“Your Holiness! Look! Over here!” someone shouted.

Sebastian looked and saw a small emerald stone glowing.

The first experiment had failed.

The dimensional shift didn’t work. But Sebastian and the others didn’t think it was a total failure.

The emerald-colored stone was hope.

Andres said, “The experiment showed that the scripture and this stone are from the same world. And this seems to be a memory stone, not just an ordinary stone. It will take a long time to understand the magic memories in the stone. But they were sure it would give them a clue about dimensional shifting.”

“A memory stone?” Sebastian asked.

From that day on, the wizards of the Maron Order worked hard to understand the memory stone.

It took two weeks. Finally, they were able to see the images and understand the language in the memory stone.

Flash!

They used the magic.

With a bright light, the memory in the stone came to life.

[…must…fail…problems….]

The voice was unclear.

It was hard to understand the conversation. But the video clearly showed a series of scenes.

That place too was a large room.

Like Sebastian’s experiment, many people were in the room. They were moving around quickly, starting hundreds of magic circles at the same time.

A bright light filled the room.

It was like a furnace giving off burning heat. They kept trying something in a room full of mana.

At that moment, Sebastian noticed something.

The wizards weren’t just starting the magic circles. They were sending memory stones beyond the circles.

[…us…Dmitry….]

He felt a shiver.

Sebastian remembered what the scripture said.

-Use this book to guide us to your world. We still remember him and wish to be his people.-

Henry Albert’s scripture didn’t come to this world by accident. It had a reason for being here. And if that was true, the memory stone showed one important thing.

The Salamander Continent, the world of Maron Dmitry. The people there were now trying dimensional shifting through magical experiments.

The Maron Order was trying this experiment. And now they saw that people in another dimension were trying the same thing!

He felt many emotions.

Maron Dmitry was real. And the Maron Order’s experiment was not wrong.

‘The memory stone means that we have reached the world of Maron Dmitry. It won’t be long. If we can summon someone from the Salamander Continent and get Maron Dmitry’s things, we can summon Maron Dmitry with the Forced Summoning skill. If that happens, this world can be saved, just like the Salamander Continent.’

The video wasn’t perfect.

Some of the memory was lost. But it showed the Maron Order what to do next.

Sebastian said, “We were right. We were not wrong. Tell the Maron Order followers that the moment we have waited for is near. Give everything you can for the next experiment. I will remember how much you have worked so hard for this amazing goal. And in the new future given to humanity, those who follow the Maron Order will be the first to be saved.”

“Ah, we believe,” someone said.

“We believe!” others shouted.

People were excited.

People cheered loudly. Sebastian felt a strong wish.

Around that time, in the Korean Empire.

After the amazing technology presentation, skilled hunters from all over the world went to the Korean Empire.

The reason was clear.

Whispers followed anyone who spoke of the future. They all said the same thing: the Korean Empire. After the amazing technology show, rumors spread like wildfire. People said the Korean Empire had things no one had ever dreamed of. And they were keeping it for themselves.

A new future was coming.

New, strange technology.

The world was changing fast, and the Korean Empire was at the heart of it. After the Great Disaster, people were desperate to be strong, to survive. Going to the Korean Empire felt like the only choice for many.

Flags and countries didn’t matter so much anymore.

After the world changed with the Great Disaster, survival was all that mattered. If the Korean Empire could keep people safe, many were ready to become Korean.

Bland was an A-Rank Hunter. He was famous all over Europe.

He was like those others.

He had heard stories of the Korean Empire’s amazing technology. He wanted to see it, to learn it. So, Bland stepped onto the glowing circle of magic that would take him far away.

But then… something was wrong.

The Korean Empire didn’t seem to care that Bland had arrived. They acted like it was nothing special.

A person in a plain uniform told him, in a flat voice:

“The Korean Empire doesn’t just let anyone in,” the person said. “We have tests. If you want to join us, come back for the test. We have them twice a year. The next one is in three months. Before then, it would help if you worked as a ‘mercenary’ – that will give you extra points on the test.”

Bland couldn’t believe it.

Any normal country would be thrilled to have an A-Rank Hunter! But the Korean Empire acted like he was just anyone.

Bland felt a hot anger rise inside him.

He had bragged to everyone back home about how important he was, how the Korean Empire would welcome him. Now, he felt like a fool. He needed to prove himself. So, he started picking fights, looking for someone to show his power to.

*Crash!*

“Hey, you!” Bland yelled at the bar worker. “Do you even know who I am? I’m A-Rank Hunter Bland! You can’t treat me like just anyone!”

He wanted to start a fight.

He had ordered a beer in a simple bar. The worker put the beer down quickly and then went to serve someone else. It was normal, but Bland was already angry. He felt like the worker was ignoring him, treating the other person better.

“You pathetic fools!” Bland roared.

He slammed his fist on the table – *SMACK!*

Then he swept his arm across, sending glasses and bottles flying – *CRASH!*

Suddenly, the bar was in chaos. The loud noise made everyone turn to look.

Bland stood tall, pulling out his sword. He held it high, letting the light catch the blade. This was what he was used to.

In most places, when a powerful Hunter like him got angry, people would scream and run. They would be terrified.

But…

Silence.

…

No one screamed. No one ran.

They just stared. Their faces were calm, almost bored.

This was wrong.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Bland started to feel a little less angry, a little more confused. The people’s calm faces made him feel almost… foolish.

Just then, a voice cut through the silence.

“Hey, you. Stop it now,” a man at the next table said, without even looking scared. “You’ll cause trouble.”

It was just a normal person, talking to him like that.

Bland’s anger turned cold. He felt a twist in his stomach.

*What is wrong with this place?* he thought.

They didn’t want him, a famous Hunter. And even normal people weren’t afraid of him. Bland didn’t understand.

He didn’t know that weeks had passed since the technology show.

In those weeks, things had changed in the Korean Empire. People had seen things, heard things. They had started to believe something new.

The Korean Empire was different now.

Especially Incheon. People knew Incheon was safe. Completely safe.

And as Bland made more noise, they came. They always came.

The bar door opened with a soft *click*.

Calm voices spoke. “Excuse us. We heard there was a problem.”

Bland looked up.

It was them. The Guardians. Everyone in the Korean Empire knew about the Guardians.

***

Bland stared at them. There were four of them, standing calmly in the doorway. They looked ordinary, but everyone knew who they were.

The Guardian looked at the broken bar, then at Bland’s sword. His face was still calm.

“Mr. Bland,” he said, his voice steady. “This is over. Come with us now. Hurting people here has consequences.”

“These guys…” Bland muttered under his breath.

In that moment, something snapped in him.

It wasn’t just annoyance anymore. It was rage. He was going to show them.

He had heard stories about the Guardians.

People said their leader, Kang Min-ho, was a hero from the Great Disaster. But these Guardians in front of him? Bland didn’t recognize them. They were nothing special. He could take them easily.

But their calm faces… it made him even angrier. He had to prove them wrong. He wouldn’t back down.

“So, you think you’re better than me?” Bland sneered. “Let’s see how tough you really are!”

He pushed off the floor with a *BANG!*

The ground shook slightly as he moved.

He used his dash skill, moving like lightning.

An A-Rank Hunter was fast. He was on the Guardian in a blink, his sword aimed at the chest. He expected the Guardian to fall, to scream. He just wanted to scare them, not kill. But then… a strange, light sound.

*CLANG!*

Bland’s eyes widened. *What?!*

His sword hadn’t gone through. It had hit something hard. It was blocked.

The Guardian didn’t even flinch. He just yelled, his voice sharp and clear.

“Take him down!”

*Whoosh!*

*Footsteps, quick and light, surrounded him.*

The other Guardians moved instantly. They didn’t need orders. They knew what to do. They spread out, moving like a practiced team. Attacks came from all sides, fast and precise.

Bland was completely confused. He had fought B-Rank Hunters before. These Guardians were weaker than that.

He should have crushed them easily. But he couldn’t. Their defense was too strong. They were attacking him from everywhere. He was trapped.

This was impossible.

It made no sense at all.

He had tried to end it quickly, to show them who was boss. But now… He looked down. His arm was bleeding. He was on his knees. He had lost.

*Thump.* He fell to the ground.

“Tie him up,” the Guardian said calmly.

*The sound of ropes tightening.*

“They really are good, aren’t they, the Guardians?” someone whispered in the bar.

It had all happened so fast.

This was why Incheon felt so safe.

The Korean Empire’s soldiers were getting stronger, fast. And the Guardians were the best of them all.

They trained hard every day. They learned special fighting skills. They were ready for anything.

They practiced fighting alone, fighting in groups, fighting enemies stronger than themselves. They learned from the best fighters.

Just now, they knew they couldn’t beat Bland in a straight fight. So, they used their training. They worked together, defended, and waited for their chance.

It was no surprise they won.

After the technology show, the soldiers of the Korean Empire felt different. They were proud.

They knew they weren’t weak anymore. They had the best technology, and now, they were becoming the strongest fighters too.

The Guardians quickly tied Bland’s hands. They were ready to take him away.

But then, a voice crackled from the small radio one of them carried.

*BEEP! BEEP!* It was an emergency signal.

[EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! Trouble in Sector B! We think… the Successor has lost control! The enemy is…]

The voice cut off for a moment.

The Guardian’s calm face changed. His eyes went wide with shock.

[Confirmed. It’s Dmitry’s Successor!]