The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 593

Roman Dmitry called the main leaders together to plan the training.

He wanted to be ready for anything in the 49 days ahead.

He needed their ideas to stop any surprises.

“If you were one of the Absolutes,” Roman Dmitry asked, “how would you act, seeing humanity struggle? Instead of just thinking you can easily win in 49 days, what choices would you make to do something more?”

The Demonic Cult.

Baek Jong-hyuk became strong by always being careful and planning for everything.

He didn’t want to miss even one small detail when facing problems.

Knowing what was ready and what wasn’t, what they had thought about and what they hadn’t – this difference was very important in a real fight.

So, Roman Dmitry used a surprising training method to prepare for the ‘despair’ that the world might bring.

This was familiar.

Roman Dmitry often asked questions like this, so Kim Jun-hyuk thought for a moment before answering carefully.

“I think they will try to cause division,” he said.

“And how would they do that?” Roman Dmitry asked.

“Right now, humanity is united and getting ready for the final battle. If the Absolutes don’t overestimate themselves, they will likely do something to break our spirit. For example, they might leave a warning by killing important people as an example. If people become more afraid of being destroyed, even if they are strong, cracks will appear in humanity’s unity.”

That was a good point.

With a big attack planned in 49 days, a similar large-scale terror attack was unlikely.

Of course, he would prepare for that too, but he was most worried about what Kim Jun-hyuk had said.

Killing a few people.

It was an effective and sure method.

Roman Dmitry spoke, “If the Absolutes can’t hear us because of the magic protection, and they make plans to destroy humans, we will face danger. But I think this is also a great chance for us. The Absolutes have always thought of themselves as gods. If they start thinking like humans to get what they want, it will clearly show they are not ‘gods,’ no matter how powerful they are.”

God.

A true god must be absolute.

Unlike beings that are born, die, and can be destroyed, gods are beyond the limits of living things.

Gods shouldn’t need to make plans and struggle to win. If they do, it actually helps us.

It will give humanity a reason to unite.

The moment the Absolutes act like humans, humanity will become even stronger together.

“The people the Absolutes will target are key figures in each country. From now on, we must find the best way to protect them and stop any surprises.”

The best way.

It was impossible to have guards follow them for 49 days.

So, they set up a kind of safety system, and one of the targets was Kang Min-ho’s daughter, Kang Min-ah.

Kang Min-ah wasn’t really that important herself.

But Roman Dmitry included her because if the Absolutes didn’t target him, they would likely target everyone connected to him.

They wanted to make people more afraid by attacking those around him.

People weren’t sure if this would really happen, but they knew that even a small chance of it happening would be a disaster, so Kang Min-ah was put under protection.

And it happened as expected.

The portal reacted to someone entering illegally, and Kang Min-ho was called there while he was busy with other things.

Kang Min-ho’s face turned cold.

“Explain,” he said. “Who are you, and why are you trying to hurt my child?”

He drew his sword.

The other person’s plan was clear.

If they wanted to hurt his only daughter, he had to stop them no matter what.

This was different from what they had planned.

Jo Dong-seop scratched his head, looking annoyed.

“You guys are really troublesome,” he said. “I’ve met so many humans, but you guys are new to me.”

He grinned.

Even if he was caught, the result wouldn’t change.

Kang Min-ho was here, not Roman Dmitry.

“Sorry, but I have to kill your daughter,” Jo Dong-seop said.

In a flash of movement, Jo Dong-seop attacked.

The air crackled as he moved, his sword already a silver streak in his hand.

Metal screamed as Kang Min-ho barely raised his sword to block.

He gasped, the force of the blow shaking his arm.

Kang Min-ho was a master of defense, but these attacks were different.

They were relentless, powerful, and threatened to overwhelm him completely.

He felt like he was being suffocated by the speed and strength.

“Not bad?”

Kang Min-ho was pushed back.

Seeing him block with his sword, Jo Dong-seop quickly moved to the side and swung his sword upwards from below.

‘Below.’

Kang Min-ho’s eyes flashed.

He had been training with Roman Dmitry.

He didn’t miss it, no matter how fast the other man was.

Knowing where the attack was coming from, Kang Min-ho tried to counterattack by releasing his mana.

At that moment,

“Hold.”

A small voice whispered.

Kang Min-ho’s body froze.

Jo Dong-seop wasn’t the F-grade hunter people remembered, but an avatar with the power of the Absolute, Volfir.

His magic was too strong for Kang Min-ho to handle.

Even though it was only a small part of Volfir’s magic, Kang Min-ho gritted his teeth, his eyes wide at the magic that held his body.

Blood splattered.

He desperately stepped back to avoid a deadly blow, but his chest was slightly cut, and he saw Jo Dong-seop’s smiling face.

A single mistake.

The other man didn’t miss it.

As Kang Min-ho tried to break free from the magic holding him, terrible pain shot through his stomach.

A cold feeling pushed in.

“…?!”

Kang Min-ho collapsed as Jo Dong-seop’s sword pierced his stomach.

He knelt down.

Kang Min-ho lowered his head and vomited dark red blood as the magic spread quickly inside him like a deadly poison.

“You won’t be able to move for a while,” Jo Dong-seop said. “My magic is different from that of weak humans, so even a little bit will mess you up completely. It would be fun to blow your head off now, but I think it would be nice to kill your daughter in front of you.”

Jo Dong-seop moved.

He may have been Jo Dong-seop once, but with Volfir’s power inside him, he was now a puppet obeying the Absolute’s orders.

A creature that existed only for Volfir.

He walked past Kang Min-ho and headed to the room where Kang Min-ah was.

However.

Creak.

A voice whispered, “What is this?”

Beyond the door, the room was empty.

Even though Kang Min-ah had been here, the desolate room showed no sign of life.

Then, a chilling laugh echoed – “Heh, heh heh, ha ha ha!”

Blood dripped from Kang Min-ho’s mouth, staining his teeth red, but he laughed.

“Heh, heh heh, ha ha ha!” He seemed to find it all incredibly funny.

“Roman Dmitry… he’s amazing,” Kang Min-ho gasped between laughs.

“If he hadn’t guessed this would happen, my daughter, Min-ah, would be dead. You thought you were gods, didn’t you? But you’re not. You’re not gods!”

Jo Dong-seop frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

Kang Min-ho grinned, pointing upwards.

“Emperor Dmitry told the leaders of Daehan: To show everyone the Absolute is not a god is easy. If we plan to win, and you look confused by our plan, everyone watching will see you are just like anyone else.”

Kang Min-ho lifted a shaking finger, pointing to small, dark circles in the corners of the room.

“Cameras,” he choked out.

“Tiny cameras everywhere.”

Every moment, from the second Jo Dong-seop arrived, was being recorded.

Jo Dong-seop, arrogant and sure of himself, had not even thought of traps.

That was the difference.

The Absolute was born powerful. Roman Dmitry had fought for everything. He thought of everything.

Kang Min-ho’s voice dripped with scorn.

“You fools! Did you really think I’d leave my daughter here alone, unprotected? You walked right into our plan, and you didn’t even notice! The whole world is watching you right now. Go on, say hello! Show everyone what a joke you are!”

Jo Dong-seop’s face flushed crimson.

Anger twisted his features.

Even gods, it seemed, could be insulted.

Especially when connected to Volfir.

He had been tricked, made to look foolish.

Rage boiled within him.

“Fine!” he roared.

“I’ll kill you now! Maybe your daughter next. Either way, someone in your family will die today!”

Kang Min-ho’s head spun.

Magic had ripped through him, leaving his body broken.

But he couldn’t fall. He had a duty.

A mission given to all of them, those marked as targets.

He had to succeed, here, now.

He swayed, pushing himself upright.

Jo Dong-seop stalked closer.

With a grunt, Kang Min-ho raised his sword, summoning every last spark of his burning magic.

“Yes,” Jo Dong-seop sneered.

“Struggle all you want.”

*Crack!*

The air exploded.

Jo Dong-seop vanished, then reappeared in front of Kang Min-ho, a blur of motion and power.

The blow landed.

Kang Min-ho barely raised his sword in time to block, but the force of it was like being hit by a mountain.

He slammed into the wall, winded.

Pain exploded in Kang Min-ho’s ribs, but there was no time to cry out.

Jo Dong-seop was on him again, a whirlwind of blows.

*Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!*

Attacks rained down from every direction.

Block his head, and a fist smashed into his side.

Guard his side, and a kick slammed into his arm.

Blood sprayed from Kang Min-ho’s mouth with every block, every impact.

He knew he was losing.

Ever since the sword had pierced his stomach, his body was failing.

Just staying upright was making him dizzy.

But he would not fall.

His eyes blazed with fierce determination, even as darkness threatened to overwhelm him.

He would not give up.

But it was hopeless.

Jo Dong-seop toyed with him, each strike a deliberate humiliation.

“Look, humans!” Jo Dong-seop sneered, his voice echoing in the room and out to the cameras.

“This is your future! This is what awaits you!”

*Snick.*

Blood sprayed.

Kang Min-ho gasped.

He thought he had blocked, but a searing pain ripped through his thigh.

He tried to defend again, but *slash!*

Blood erupted from his arm, pouring like a waterfall.

The difference in power was crushing.

Kang Min-ho had trained hard, mastered the Guardian Gate arts, but against a being like this, he was nothing.

Jo Dong-seop could have killed him instantly.

But he wanted to prolong the suffering, to show the watching world the utter helplessness of humanity.

Minutes crawled by.

Kang Min-ho was drowning in his own blood.

His clothes were soaked, his skin slick and red.

Any normal man would have been unconscious, dead.

But Kang Min-ho still stood, chest heaving, sword raised.

His eyes, burning with fierce light in his blood-streaked face, never left Jo Dong-seop.

“Haa… haa…” He chuckled, a wet, ragged sound.

If he died here, yes, Min-ah would lose her father.

That thought was a knife twist in his gut.

But Roman Dmitry had promised.

He would protect her.

He would care for all those who served him.

Kang Min-ho wasn’t afraid.

He was… almost happy.

He had always taken from Roman Dmitry.

Now, finally, he could give something back.

Dmitry’s plan… this wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

And Kang Min-ho would play his part, to the very last breath.

Jo Dong-seop loomed over him, a dark shadow of death.

Kang Min-ho’s grip tightened on his sword, knuckles white.

“If we prove you are not gods,” he gasped, “what do you think humanity will do then? To win?”

“Enough words,” Jo Dong-seop spat.

“Just die.”

“Even if I die,” Kang Min-ho strained, “humanity will see…”

A low thrumming filled the air, growing louder, stronger.

Magic surged within Kang Min-ho, a desperate, final burst of power from his ruined core.

A blinding light erupted from his body.

He would die.

A pointless death, maybe.

But it would prove Dmitry’s point.

He gathered himself to charge, to throw himself at the monster one last time.

“You’ve done enough.”

A voice, warm and strong, cut through the tension.

Familiar.

Relief flooded Kang Min-ho.

This was it.

This was the message.

For everyone watching, for everyone who had ever doubted.

Through all the pain, all the training, all the fear, there was one constant: faith in Roman Dmitry.

Faith that even in the darkest hour, he would come.

Faith that he would fix everything.

“Now,” Roman Dmitry said, stepping into the light, “it’s my turn.”