30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 178

“Covering your body in sword energy defies common sense.”

Why were unarmed martial artists like pugilists so rare?

It was because they couldn’t wrap their bodies in energy like swordmasters could with their weapons.

The density of such energy was too much for the fragile human body to handle.

Wrapping energy around one’s fists or feet might be an intriguing thought, but in practice, it was unthinkable. Attempting it could lead to the body melting or tearing apart.

But Ihan’s body...

Whoosh!

—"My body’s tougher than most armor or greatswords, so who cares?"

Trusting in his body’s durability, Ihan didn’t hesitate to attempt the Protective Aura Shield and then—

BOOM!

He charged forward.

The mass of soil and rocks threatening to engulf him didn’t faze him.

Crackle!

Every time the debris collided with him, it was either ground to dust or evaporated.

Crunch!

He advanced. As if to prove that this level of attack couldn’t touch him, he crushed and broke through everything in his way.

Without hesitation, without evasion, he charged directly ahead.

RUMBLE!

But it wasn’t just the overturned earth that targeted him—the spiraling tornado loomed before him.

A vortex of wind mixed with snow that swept through the area like a hurricane.

Logic dictated that, even with his Protective Aura Shield, colliding with such a force would send him flying.

‘I won’t be sent flying.’

Ihan trusted in his Protective Aura Shield, the culmination of his efforts.

He wouldn’t arrogantly claim he could destroy or dissipate the massive vortex. He knew he still had his limits.

But he could confidently say this—his strength was enough to push through.

━━!

“He... broke through...?”

A mage who had narrowly survived the earlier thunderstrike muttered in disbelief.

Despite their hatred and contempt for the knight, they couldn’t help but let out a gasp of admiration.

The knight had broken through the vortex.

He hadn’t destroyed it, but he had managed to withstand it and force his way through—like a deeply rooted tree standing firm.

With nothing but the latent potential of his seemingly frail human body compared to the vast forces of nature, he had overcome the tornado rather than simply surviving it.

A moment that could inspire epic ballads, though few would believe it.

“──.”

Yet Ihan showed no interest in the feat he had accomplished.

Gritting his teeth, he dashed forward with terrifying determination.

He cared not for the legacy of his achievement. What mattered was that he had finally reached his goal—the monster before him.

Crackle!

Gripping his axe tightly, Ihan leaped into the air, spinning his body forward to increase the force behind the weapon.

“-This will hit.”

With resolute intent, he swung the axe at the monster.

THUD!

Swoosh!

And his will succeeded—he severed the monster’s arm.

*****

...For a moment, there was silence.

“What? ...What... wha... what?”

When faced with events that defied reality, people often lost the ability to articulate.

The mages of the Magic Tower were no exception; their language faculties seemed to collapse.

What had just occurred was beyond belief.

“The Tower Master’s arm...!”

“It’s been cut off...?”

“...This must be a dream. It has to be... this can’t be real!”

The onset of panic.

They clutched their heads and rubbed their bloodshot eyes.

Turr was insane. He was a lunatic who killed indiscriminately and a leader wholly unfit for his position.

But he was an Archmage—a being who had reigned at the pinnacle of the Central Continent for the past four centuries.

He was, in many ways, the king of mages, a god within the Magic Tower.

And now, that god’s arm had been severed.

It was sacrilege.

It was like witnessing the collapse of a nation before their eyes—or perhaps something even worse.

For mages, the disbelief was only natural.

This was Turr de Seigan, the King of Magic, who cast impossible spells with ease.

And yet, the King of Magic had been injured.

No, he had lost an arm. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

While the mages were paralyzed with disbelief, Turr himself...

“Impressive, truly. This is the first time I’ve faced such danger!”

The self-proclaimed king of mages was smiling brightly as he looked at his severed arm.

Even though the pain must have been unbearable,

“Oh, I don’t feel pain. I modified my body extensively, so at most, it just tingles a bit. That said, this is truly dangerous—I can’t regenerate it! Haha! ...Hmm, maybe the destructive energy that soaked into my arm is preventing regeneration? What a headache....”

Turr examined the situation with a calm curiosity, as though fascinated by his own predicament.

To an outsider, he might even appear deranged.

But the knight facing Turr knew better.

“You’re so far gone, you’ve lost all sense of reality, haven’t you?”

“That’s correct. When you live for 400 years, all your emotions, memories, and senses get pretty broken. Did you know most of this body isn’t even mine? Nearly everything except my brain is transplanted! Side effect: I got a bit younger-looking!”

“......”

“Why the silent treatment? Let’s have a chat!”

Turr wasn’t simply insane. He had ceased to be human.

BOOM!

Ihan felt no need to talk with this monster who proudly flaunted his theft of others’ bodies.

There was no point. Any time spent talking would be better spent cutting the creature to pieces.

Preferably—

‘The head or neck.’

He resolved to obliterate one or the other completely, leaving no chance of regeneration.

Ihan charged again.

With his Protective Aura Shield, the ultimate offense and defense, Ihan plunged forward once more.

Utilizing Shadow Step, Ihan shot forward, axe raised high like a lumberjack about to cleave wood.

This time, his target was the head.

But—

[Protect me.]

THUD!

A powerful resonance stopped Ihan’s attack.

“...Unbelievable. A single knight breaking through hundreds of layers?”

Hundreds of defensive spells had deployed simultaneously, creating a massive Labyrinth around Ihan.

Swish!

The thousands of defensive spells Turr had prepared using Memorize unfolded at once, forming a strange phenomenon: a death trap of defenses and obstacles, impossible to escape.

“You’re too dangerous.”

Turr was no longer taking any chances.

Acknowledging Ihan as a legitimate threat, he decided:

“I’ll seal you away.”

Whoosh!

Turr directed every one of the thousands of defensive spells surrounding him into the labyrinth.

It was wiser to seal away this dangerous knight than to face him directly.

“No matter how strong you are, you can’t escape a labyrinth built from thousands of layers of defensive spells.”

As long as Turr lived, the labyrinth would regenerate endlessly. Escape was impossible.

It was the very definition of sealing.

“Pity. This was originally meant for the Demon King....”

A trump card designed to capture the [Demonic Beast]—the Troll King, who had lived for a thousand years.

But the Troll King would have to wait.

“...And what about you?”

“......”

“Hmm, I see you’ve killed all the old ones. How cruel. Haha.”

“They stood in my way. It was inevitable.”

Drip. Drip.