30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 210

...If there was one rule Ihan had decided on for this mission, it was not to harm anyone.

Not because he had suddenly developed a distaste for violence.

But because if he was going to steal something, and then on top of that punch people, well—

At that point, there would be no escaping the label of a criminal.

So he had made up his mind.

Unfortunately—

BOOM!

...As the elders often said, things rarely go as planned.

THUD!

Ihan didn’t hesitate as he struck his opponent.

His punch was powerful enough to pierce through solid rock, and that same force shattered through his target’s defenses, breaking his jaw completely.

That guy would be eating nothing but porridge for the rest of his life.

But Ihan didn’t have time to pity him—

Because at that very moment, two Holy Knights lunged at him from both sides, swinging their swords.

CRACK!

“!!?”

Their expressions twisted in shock.

Because Ihan had just grabbed their swords with his bare hands.

Their horror only deepened as he clenched his grip—

And shattered the blades like twigs.

The broken edges—

STAB!

“Ghhkk!?”

—Sank directly into their throats.

THUD!

The knights coughed up blood, their bodies trembling as they tried to scream.

But before they could even let out a final wail—

Ihan ripped out their tongues.

A truly gruesome death.

But he showed them no mercy.

If these had been normal Holy Knights, he wouldn’t have been this ruthless.

Unfortunately for them—

“—Why the hell are these things here?”

They weren’t normal Holy Knights.

They were nothing but pests that deserved to be exterminated.

Ihan’s expression twisted into a deep scowl.

Why were they in the temple...?

[Half-Demons] were disguising themselves as Holy Knights?

***

...In the end, Ihan successfully navigated the maze that was the Grand Temple.

He realized he had entered a subterranean shelter (his best guess), and within it, he found piles of treasures hoarded by the temple.

Golden thrones, golden candelabras, golden crowns, golden ingots...

—Damn. The temple’s rich as hell.

He spent a brief moment marveling at the sheer wealth the temple had hidden away.

But he never even considered reaching for the gold.

He wasn’t here for that.

When a man had a goal, he had to focus on that goal—

And Ihan was not one to succumb to greed.

So he walked.

For how long, he didn’t know.

Eventually—he sensed movement.

—Is anyone here?

—Damn rats!

—Do you even know where you are, you wretched intruders?!

—We must burn them at the stake!

...The priests sounded furious.

Ihan hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but hidden in the shadows, he naturally caught their conversation.

For once, he felt a little guilty.

Because this was the rare occasion where he was actually in the wrong.

—...There are other intruders besides me?

That part surprised him.

He tilted his head.

But the priests didn’t provide any further information.

Realizing there was nothing else to gain, Ihan was about to move on when—

—??

He felt uneasy about something.

Something off among the priests.

Something he couldn’t ignore.

—Senior, may I be excused from tonight’s prayer service? I’m not feeling well...

—Of course. Forcing yourself to attend won’t bring any joy to the Light.

—Thank you, Senior.

A young priest—

With a soft, harmless face.

To most people, he would look gentle and pure.

But to Ihan—there was only one word for him.

—Disgusting.

Ihan immediately began tailing him.

The other priests scattered, busy preparing for the night’s prayer.

Soon, the young priest was alone.

And just as Ihan had expected—

—Tch. Kneeling all day at this age is a pain in the ass.

That wasn’t something a young man should be saying.

So Ihan moved.

FLASH!

—GHHK!?

He struck like a hawk diving for prey.

His hand closed around the young priest—

Or rather, the middle-aged man wearing a young priest’s skin.

Then, he spoke.

—Why the hell is a [Half-Demon] here?

—!!?

—Ah, but I suppose you’re not going to answer me, huh? Yeah, I figured as much. So how about this—let’s have a little chat for about ten minutes. You don’t need to talk—I’ll do all the work.

—!!?!!

CRACK!

For the third time this year, Ihan began shattering an impostor’s bones.

It didn’t even take five minutes before the bastard was spilling everything he knew.

But even then—

—Since you answered so nicely, I’ll throw in a free thirty-minute service.

The bastard twitched violently, weeping tears of blood as his body convulsed.

A truly heartwarming sight.

“—If I had more time, I would’ve added another half-day.”

Ihan smirked, thinking about the half-crippled bastard he had left behind.

One thing was for certain—

Doing good deeds always felt satisfying.

"Do you guys even understand this feeling? Ah, no—you wouldn’t. None of you have ever done any volunteer work in your damn lives."

"......"

"Ah, my bad. I forgot—I ripped out your tongues."

"......"

"Don’t cry, you bastards. What the hell did you do to deserve sympathy?"

If anything, their expressions just made him want to hit them more.

***

In this world, there exists a breed known as [Demonkind].

Just as animals and plants that consume the remains of demonic beasts undergo demonization, humans who consume such remains become Demonkind themselves.

And once a human turns into one—there’s a 100% chance they will lose their humanity and even engage in cannibalism.

There are well-known cases, such as the infamous incident of a woman who, after unknowingly consuming demonic flesh, ended up killing and devouring her own child.

From this alone, one can get a rough idea of what Demonkind truly is.