30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 166

“As always, it’s another cold day.”

“...The spirits must be very angry today.”

Shivering from the howling blizzard, the child clasped their hands together.

And as always, they bowed toward the direction of the raging storm, begging for forgiveness.

“Please, forgive us, Great Spirit.”

These words of apology had been repeated daily for the past three years.

The child wasn’t sure if the spirits were even listening, but they prayed nonetheless.

“I want to see the sunlight.”

The adults said that there was once something called “sunlight.”

They said the skies weren’t always choked with dark clouds but were once clear and blue.

People could breathe freely without masks, and the air was crisp and refreshing.

But the child had never seen such a world.

From the moment they were born, the sky had been gray, and the land had been buried under endless snow.

The adults blamed it on the spirits’ wrath, cursing the “nobles” who had caused it.

Some even grew angry at the spirits, asking how they could be so cruel when the people had done nothing wrong.

But instead of agreeing with the adults, the child left the village every day at this time to pray.

For forgiveness.

Their parents had always said that if you did something wrong, the first step was to apologize.

So, the child apologized on behalf of those “nobles,” hoping that—

‘One day, they’ll bring back the sunlight.’

The child dreamed.

Dreamed of seeing the blue sky.

Dreamed of a world where the villagers could grow crops instead of relying on dangerous hunts.

Dreamed of a future where their younger sister could grow up basking in sunlight.

And...

“...To live as warmly as the people in the ‘Colonies’ do.”

For that future, the child prayed every day—hoping the spirits would stop hating humans.

“Eren! What are you doing out there?”

“Oh, Mom!”

“Come inside before you catch a cold.”

“Yes!”

Answering their mother’s call, the child gently placed a small, beautiful pebble on the ground.

A gift for the spirits.

Whooooooosh!

Snowstorms raged year-round across the Central Continent.

But it hadn’t always been this way.

The imperial family and the Magic Tower had once tried to capture and exploit the spirits’ power.

Their actions enraged the Winter Spirit, cursing the Central Continent with over ten years of unending winter.

Since then, the land had become barren, unable to sustain crops.

Angry nobles and citizens declared themselves warlords, fracturing the empire into rival territories.

Strangely, however, the blame fell entirely on the empire, while the Magic Tower escaped scrutiny.

Why?

Not because the people were stupid.

It was simply that—

“So this is the Magic Tower’s Great Greenhouse.”

“It really encloses the entire city?”

“Impressive.”

The Magic Tower had created massive greenhouses.

Encased in magical barriers, these domes resembled enormous farms covered in plastic sheeting.

Except they were large enough to house entire cities.

Outside, it was winter.

Inside, it felt like spring.

These greenhouses, now called “Colonies,” had become a defining feature of the Central Continent.

They were the Magic Tower’s way of atoning for their mistake.

And because of them, public perception shifted.

The Magic Tower was seen not as villains, but as a “necessary evil”—a flawed organization that at least tried to fix its mess.

Of course, not everyone lived in the Colonies.

Some refused to rely on magic and continued to live outside, farming barren lands. freeweɓnovel.cøm

But for those who enjoyed the Colonies’ warmth, the Magic Tower wasn’t just tolerated—it was revered, almost like a temple.

Whoosh.

As travelers entered the Colony, warm air wrapped around them.

Merchants and wanderers who had braved the blizzard sighed with relief as they removed their heavy coats.

“Whew, finally! I can feel my fingers again.”

“I thought I’d freeze to death.”

“Let’s unload the goods.”

Food merchants bustled about.

In this eternally frozen land, food was always scarce—and thus highly profitable.

A rookie merchant from the Western Continent felt a sense of satisfaction as he sold his goods at a high price.

It made all the hardship worthwhile.

With business taken care of, he finally allowed himself to relax a little.

“...Come to think of it, I still haven’t seen the Magic Tower. My seniors said it’s impossible to miss it if you’re traveling through the Central Continent.”

His idle muttering caught the attention of someone nearby.

“Hm. Is this your first time in the Central Continent, sir?”

“...And who might you be?”

“Heh. Just a kid trying to earn some coin.”

“Oh, a Street, then.”

Street.

A derogatory term for abandoned children living on the streets.

This one probably made money by selling information instead of stealing, which was rare.

Feeling both pity and amusement, the merchant tossed the child a silver coin.

“Well, it’s my first time here, so tell me what you know.”

“Thank you, sir!”

The coin was enough to loosen the child’s tongue.

“What are you curious about? The strongest warlords? The most powerful nobles? Or the Magic Tower?”

“...Honestly, I’m most curious about the Magic Tower.”

The Tower, home to the continent’s most powerful mages.

Its influence rivaled half the empire’s power.

For a merchant, it was an unavoidable concern.

‘Trade depends entirely on what the Tower focuses on.’

The Tower was one of the best customers for merchants.

They were rich and rarely haggled over prices.

But ever since arriving in the Central Continent, the merchant hadn’t seen any trace of the Tower—or even a single mage.

‘Where is this so-called tower?’

He had visited multiple Colonies, but there were no signs of a towering structure.

Perhaps it was located at the empire’s capital?

“Haha. I think I know what you’re wondering. The Magic Tower is the pride of the Central Continent, yet you haven’t seen any trace of it, right?”

“...Sharp kid.”

“Hehe, thank you! But first, tell me—what do you think the Magic Tower looks like?”

“Hm?”

The merchant blinked at the sudden question.