30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 118

The flames of the Fire Demon engulfed the area, leaving countless prisoners with severe burns. In the ensuing chaos, they stumbled and fell over each other.

Ordinarily, such agony from burns and the scorching flames would have left anyone writhing in pain and begging for relief, but these individuals were far from ordinary humans.

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These were prisoners whose hatred and rage toward Pendragon had been deeply instilled. Moreover, they were murderers—hardened criminals who had survived brutal competitions with the Wyrms. For them, the pain of their injuries only fueled their rage, driving them to seek vengeance against the one responsible for their suffering.

Thus, it began.

“There they are!”

“Chase them down!”

Emerging from the flames, the prisoners surged forward like rabid hunting dogs, intent on killing the Pendragon knight.

“...We’ll go after him too,” said a man who had taken a blow from the knight. Clutching his nose, blood pouring like a waterfall, he rose to his feet. His bloodshot eyes glinted with murderous intent.

“Fourth Apostle, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Go after him immediately. I’ll catch up after recovering briefly.”

“...Understood.”

Whoosh!

With the sound of rushing wind, the men clad in black disappeared. The man referred to as the Fourth Apostle steadied his breathing.

“So, he knows about the Black Moon...”

Gritting his teeth, he thought of the knight investigating the Black Moon. He now had one more reason to ensure that knight didn’t leave alive.

“Whoever he is, I will kill him. Without fail.”

[[Krrrr...]]

Even if it meant offering himself and everyone else as sacrifices! Not out of humiliation for being defeated, but for the sake of the greater cause...!

...Drip.

The blood still didn’t stop flowing.

A blast of Baekbo Shinkwon (Hundred-Step Divine Fist) struck the horde charging at them, enveloping them in the force of the technique.

Boom-boom-boom!

“Argh!”

“Ugh!”

“What?!”

Caught off guard, the prisoners tumbled to the ground, unsure of what had hit them. For many, experiencing Baekbo Shinkwon for the first time likely felt like being attacked by a ghost.

It wasn’t an entirely unreasonable thought.

“Invisible hands!”

“How is he hitting us from that far away?”

“The Pendragon knight is using ghost powers!”

Striking accurately from thirty to fifty paces away with what seemed like ghostly hands was nothing short of supernatural in their eyes. The fear instilled by this unseen power was evident, causing hesitation among the prisoners. And each time they faltered, Lee Han struck.

Thud!

He did not hesitate to kick the faces of those who wavered or break their legs.

For Lee Han, the more disoriented his opponents, the easier it was to break through.

However—

Thud!

“Don’t back down! Charge at him! We’ve got numbers on our side!”

“No matter how strong he is, a blade will kill him just the same! Stab him!”

“Hold formation! Don’t let it collapse, you idiots!”

Not all of them were cowed.

Some of the prisoners were seasoned fighters. Even in the face of the unfamiliar Baekbo Shinkwon, they quickly adapted and pressed their attack. Some displayed leadership, attempting to coordinate an encirclement, while others boldly charged.

Of course, those who tried that—

Crunch!

“Move.”

Snap!

—were crushed without mercy.

Lee Han’s fists moved swiftly, striking his opponents’ philtrums and chest centers, targeting their vital points. With precision, he rendered them helpless before jabbing his hand like a spear into their sides, gripping and tearing—

Crack!

—until their ribs shattered. The broken bones pierced their internal organs, leaving them writhing on the ground.

Even those who survived were left with injuries that would disable them for life.

Some might call his methods cruel, but Lee Han felt no hesitation.

‘The stench is overwhelming.’

The stench of rot emanating from them wasn’t due to poor hygiene.

No, it was the scent discerned by a nose honed through experience. It was the odor that clung to lawless mages or illegal slavers—people who harbored no remorse for their crimes, who derived pleasure and thrill from harming others. These were the cancers of society, exuding a reek of pure malice.

There was no reason to hold back against such filth.

‘I don’t have time to waste on trash that serves no purpose alive.’

Lee Han’s gaze grew colder, his emotions dulling like unfeeling stones. He no longer saw them as people but as pests to be exterminated.

With this mindset, he continued to break through, striking and destroying anyone who stood in his way. Those who dared to block him were crushed; those who resisted paid an even greater price.

Repeating this brutal process—

Crash!

“Sir! I think we’re finally out!”

“...”

“Sir...?”

“...Feels like I lost myself for a moment.”

“That’s... terrifying focus. Almost scary...”

“Hah...”

At some point, there was no one left to block his path.

Derrick swallowed hard.

‘Even a Terminator wouldn’t be this scary.’

‘[Vajra’s Might] seems to have gone berserk...’

Among Lee Han’s seven—or perhaps now eight or nine—unique traits, the one that stood out most was Vajra’s Might, a top-tier ability that Derrick surmised was aligned with the “virtue” category. It was particularly sensitive to acts of evil, meaning it thrived when facing wicked opponents.

Combined with the synergistic effects of his other sensory-related traits, Vajra’s Might exhibited even greater power. This was the advantage of his interconnected traits.

‘If his Slayer of Cursed Mages trait also amplified his abilities... the Instructor would be unparalleled among those at his level.’

Shudder!

‘I can now use it five times in a row.’