30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 117

The black-robed figures cast fearful, almost reverent glances at Lee Han, as if acknowledging the madness—or perhaps the terrifying ingenuity—of his actions.

It was strange.

Though they were the terrorists, it felt as though he had become the “terrorist of terrorists,” using their tactics against them.

The feeling was oddly surreal.

‘...Am I really okay with this?’

Lee Han couldn’t deny a creeping sense of unease, even as he maintained his composure. He wasn’t entirely sure this was the right thing to do, but what choice did he have?

‘Negotiating with terrorists was never an option.’

...At least, that’s what his sister had told him.

She had once said:

- If, when you arrive, the tunnels are so thoroughly under enemy control that there’s no way to reclaim them, don’t hesitate to erase the tunnels entirely from Pendragon’s territory.

If the tunnels had fallen into the [enemy’s] hands, then the mission and all considerations could be abandoned. The only priority was to ensure his own safety and the complete annihilation of the enemy.

When Lee Han raised concerns about the potential collateral damage, even if most of the prisoners were criminals, she’d dismissed his worries with cold logic:

- Most of those criminals down there are murderers, rapists, or fraudsters who destroyed entire families. They’re worthless alive and might as well be dead. Honestly, being buried instantly is probably kinder than being eaten alive by monsters.

It was a chilling perspective, one that left him almost dizzy.

But Lee Han had pushed back one last time, trying to find some shred of reason:

- What about the fertilizer? Without it, the kingdom could face a massive crisis!

Her response had been curt and self-assured:

- Do you think I’d send you in without a plan? I’ve already made arrangements. The kingdom’s food supply won’t suffer. Stop worrying and handle things decisively. You’re my agent in this, and no matter what you do, the responsibility falls on me.

At that moment, Lee Han had thought, ‘If I’d had someone like her as a superior in my past life, I might’ve become her most devoted follower.’

Now, standing in the depths of the tunnels, he looked at Derrick, who was still visibly shaken.

"Sir... Instructor... What is all this...?"

"It’s fine. The person who gave me this job said I could handle it however I saw fit."

"R-Really?"

"Yeah. In fact, she said it would be fine to bury not just these guys, but all the prisoners in the tunnels as well."

"......."

"Not that I’m some lunatic who’d actually go that far. I’m just scaring them for now."

"......."

"Though if things get worse, I might have to go full lunatic."

"Th-Then what about us...?"

"We’ll just have to survive ‘as best we can.’ What else?"

"......."

"Hey, stop glaring at me like that."

"I’m not glaring. It’s just..."

...More like watching a fish take to water.

Unbeknownst to himself, Lee Han’s demeanor had become indistinguishable from that of a hardened terrorist. His natural talent for turning the tables and seizing control of situations shone through once again.

Although Lee Han appeared calm in front of Derrick, it was all an act to keep him reassured. Inside, Lee Han’s tension was mounting, and he was silently swallowing his nervousness.

‘I’ve been bluffing, but this really is a tight spot.’

He had claimed to have planted 100 fire scrolls in every section of the tunnels, but the truth was far from that.

‘Man, I really hope they don’t figure out I’ve only got a total of 100 scrolls....’

The actual number of scrolls he had placed was far smaller. Fire scrolls were rare and expensive items, and acquiring even a hundred had been a struggle.

He owed that small fortune of scrolls to his magic slave, Odwald Bernard.

- Hey, make me 1,000 fire scrolls in three days.

- WHAT!?

- Three days. Get it done.

- W-Wait a second...!

- Th-This is already an impossible feat for most people!!

‘The scrolls aren’t enough to destroy the entire tunnel system.’

‘Can I handle all these guys...?’

‘They’re organized.’

‘I could probably take out more than half of them, but the rest....’