30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 183

[Spicy.]

“N-no, this can’t be...!”

[Ah, Arin, that’s why timing is everything in life. You should’ve just charged in, tsk tsk.]

“Y-you...!!”

Arin flushed red as she watched the fairy kiss her instructor. Even though she understood it was part of the healing process, seeing her instructor’s lips claimed by a fairy in the form of a woman left her feeling a strange, inexplicable sense of loss—almost as if something precious to her had been taken away by a stranger.

She stomped her feet in frustration, her emotions bubbling over.

“...Fairy’s Blessing.”

“That’s a rare one, right?”

“‘Rare’ doesn’t even begin to describe it. Throughout the history of the continent, fewer than five people are said to have received it.”

While Arin fumed, Roen and Derrick were awestruck by the spectacle of the [Fairy’s Blessing].

The Fairy’s Blessing.

A miracle bestowed upon the heroes of legend and myth.

What its effects were had never been revealed—every hero who received it kept their silence.

But one thing was clear: all those blessed by the fairies had left indelible marks on history. Even the heroes of civilizations long past, from over 10,000 years ago, were still remembered today. For humans, it was a blessing reserved for immortality in the annals of history.

Perhaps this meant their instructor, too, was destined to leave behind an extraordinary legacy.

“But there’s this one anecdote from an apocryphal record...”

“Huh?”

“It claims the Fairy’s Blessing isn’t some miraculous power, and that the heroes remembered in history were simply great on their own—not because of the blessing.”

“But didn’t all those blessed heroes become legends?”

“A scholar who analyzed those records suggested that, aside from the five well-known heroes, there were at least 120 others who received the blessing.”

“....”

“So, the idea is that talented people are just talented, and the blessing has little to do with it. What’s more, some lesser-known accounts say things like ‘I wish I’d never received it’ or even that it was ‘the worst blessing ever.’”

“...Doesn’t that make it a curse?”

“Hmm, perhaps...”

[Hehe, just a little longer. The wounds are deep, so I need more time!]

“Mmph!?”

Hmm...

“I guess whether it’s a blessing or a curse depends on the person...”

Watching their instructor endure, Roen couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

Being kissed by a beautiful fairy might sound enviable, but being subjected to it against one’s will was a different matter entirely.

“Hah.”

Roen closed his eyes tightly.

Watching this spectacle of dubious blessings and curses left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“One thing’s for sure: I’d rather pass on that.”

“...Haha.”

Derrick laughed awkwardly, silently agreeing.

Still...

‘But the fairy is beautiful, so maybe it’s a happy thing...?’

Derrick cautiously entertained the thought.

Crack!

“!!!”

Forget happiness!

Whoever said a kiss was blissful must’ve been lying!

‘Damn it! I’m about to die for one moment of happiness!!’

What Ihan felt wasn’t happiness but pure agony.

It was as if he were drowning, unable to breathe, yet he wouldn’t die.

And worse?

Crunch!

“Mmph!!”

The pain was like nothing he’d ever experienced—searing, relentless, and utterly unbearable.

[This might hurt a little. About ten times the pain of childbirth? That’s how a woman hero who gave birth to more than ten children described it.]

“Ughhhh!!”

Even as she continued her “kiss,” the fairy somehow managed to speak. But Ihan had no room to marvel; he was too consumed by the agony.

He wanted to thrash, to struggle, but his body remained rigid, completely paralyzed.

‘Is this really healing?! What kind of healing hurts this much?!’

He had expected no pain, only to find himself in the middle of what felt like torture.

[It’s healing, yes. But think of it as reconstruction rather than simple treatment. Your body is in such a wrecked state that I have to break it down and reassemble it like a puzzle. Naturally, it’s going to hurt a lot.]

The fairy’s explanation offered little comfort.

[Just hang in there.]

‘How long?!’

[By human standards... about 12 hours?]

‘!!?’

Learning that he would endure 12 hours of what felt like childbirth multiplied by ten was almost enough to make him faint.

Correction: he couldn’t even faint.

The pain was so intense that even if he passed out, the shock would jolt him awake again.

Ihan began to wonder if he’d wronged the fairy somehow.

[No, I still like you.]

“......!”

‘You like me, but you’re putting me through this?!’

His eyes glared with a touch of sacrilege, but the fairy merely smiled warmly.

[Hehe, remember this well: pain matures and strengthens a person. Not just the body but the mind and soul. There’s no lesson without pain, and no strength without hardship. Strength gained without pain is as fleeting as sand in the wind. But strength forged through suffering? That stays with you. This is a blessing. A blessing called ‘Pain.’]

‘I’d rather not have it...’

[Oh, humans blessed by us always complain like that, hehe!]

‘.......’

It was becoming clear why the heroes of old rarely spoke of the Fairy’s Blessing.

With pain this excruciating, who would want to call it a blessing?

Still, in Ihan’s case...

‘At least let me scream!’

[No.]

‘This is madness...’

He gritted his teeth, enduring the torment.

There was no resentment, only the silent resolve to bear it.

Crunch, crack!

“!!?”

Bones, muscles, nerves, and tendons were all being broken and reassembled. Warm, spring-like energy coursed through his body, mending fractured and tangled areas. Slowly but surely, his body was being rebuilt.

The process was torturously slow, like a turtle’s pace, and the pain climbed steadily, unrelentingly.

Yet...

‘I’m... getting used to it... bit by bit.’

Ihan began to adapt.

The first reason for this was ironic: as a child, he’d been subjected to similar pain as a test subject for spellcasters’ experiments.

The second reason was his regular training, which often involved enduring significant pain.

Pain, he’d learned, could be borne as long as one endured, adapted, and remembered that it would eventually end.

‘I’ll survive this. I will!’

Even through the agony, Ihan focused on observing the changes within his body.

He watched as his muscles were deconstructed, his bones reassembled, and his entire being transformed.

He was sure of it now.

This was nothing short of—

‘...Rebirth.’

A transformation of his body akin to the Taoist practice of changing mortal bones into divine ones.

Ihan had always strived for a similar transformation through training, but this was on an entirely different level.

‘It’s not just my muscles and bones. My heart, blood vessels, stomach, and tendons—everything is changing.’

Even the internal organs, normally impossible to train, were being rebuilt beyond human limits.

This was a miracle only a fairy could perform.

A blessing beyond human reach.

A serendipitous encounter.

Yet...

[Now, just a little longer.]

"......!?"

[Only 10 hours to go.]

“!!!!”

[Wow, you’re holding up so well! You’re the second human to endure our blessing this well. The first was the Warrior King, the first and last barbarian king. Do you know him?]