30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 272

Ghost-type monsters.

To put it simply, Wraiths—ghost-type monsters that had materialized enough to be seen by human eyes—were already a well-documented phenomenon in academic circles.

Of course, just because they were documented didn’t mean they were common.

Ghosts were already hard enough to believe in—let alone ones that physically manifested.

That rarity alone made them stand out.

But just because Wraiths were rare didn’t mean encountering one was lucky.

Quite the opposite.

After all, a ghost—a vengeful spirit—wasn’t supposed to be visible to the human eye.

If a ghost had manifested visibly, it meant it harbored an overwhelming grudge or hatred.

And creatures fueled by such deep-seated resentment were bound to be incredibly powerful.

To make matters worse, Wraiths couldn’t be harmed by physical attacks.

Without divine energy or magic, they were completely untouchable.

That’s why encountering a Wraith ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ was considered as unlucky as being struck by lightning—it was living proof of terrible misfortune.

After all, the symbolic weapons of knights—swords, spears, bows, shields—were utterly useless against them.

...Or at least, they were supposed to be.

Smack!

[!!?!!]

“Where do you think you’re looking, huh? Acting all high and mighty while illegally squatting in a building?”

[Ge... Geeeh... Gegekk...]

Whack!

“If you’ve got something to say, say it properly, damn it!”

[!?]

Simon stared blankly.

...Why was that even possible?

A knight—using only his left jab—was beating the crap out of a Wraith.

Simon was utterly confused.

What the hell?

‘Wait... is it actually possible to hit them?’

Curious, Simon hesitantly reached out to touch the shaking Wraith, which had just been slapped into submission.

Maybe—just maybe—he’d be able to feel it too.

But...

Swoosh.

“...Nope.”

His hand passed straight through, as if touching mist.

The laws of physics still applied, and Simon realized that academic knowledge hadn’t been wrong after all.

Which meant that this wasn’t just some misunderstanding.

‘Hold on... what if... what if this guy is actually a Monk?’

Holy Warriors.

Also known as Sacred Guardians, these were divine warriors of light and faith.

It was rumored that some of them hid their true identities, wandering the world to train in secret.

What if this guy was one of those mystic warriors?

‘Shit... That actually makes sense!’

Simon nodded furiously, convinced that his theory was completely reasonable.

But then, Ihan—who had clearly noticed the look on his face—spoke up.

“...I think I can guess what you’re thinking.”

And with that, Ihan decided to clear up the misunderstanding.

***

Ihan hadn't used some secret divine power or mystic technique to hit the Wraith.

It was much simpler than that.

‘I just hit it where it could be hit.’

People often described Wraiths as invincible, but that was a misconception.

If a knight actually believed that, it meant they were either a rookie with zero combat experience or a third-rate fool.

Sure, it made sense that people would think Wraiths were untouchable since physical attacks usually didn’t work.

But—

‘Anyone who’s actually fought them before knows the truth—they aren’t real ghosts.’

At the end of the day, Wraiths were just another type of monster.

And the key difference was that Wraiths had materialized to the point that ordinary people could see them.

What did that mean?

It meant they existed in the physical world.

It meant they could interact with the environment.

And more importantly—

‘If something can hit you, that means you can hit it back.’

The only tricky part was—

‘You have to time it just right.’

Whoosh!

Another Wraith lunged at Ihan, its energy flaring with rage.

It was trying to avenge its fallen comrades.

In that moment, Ihan felt its presence sharpen.

“Hah. You’re just begging me to hit you, huh?”

Whoosh!

Right before the Wraith attacked—Ihan punched first.

Counterattack.

His fist connected a split second before the Wraith’s attack landed, smashing it right in the forehead.

Smack!

[!!!]

A sound like a watermelon bursting filled the air, and the Wraith collapsed instantly.

It had been knocked out cold.

“Well? Not that hard, right? It tried to hit me, so I just gave it a lesson instead. You guys should handle them like this from now on.”

“......”

“What?”

“...How the hell is that supposed to be easy?”

“Huh?”

“...You’re gonna drive me insane.”

Simon could feel his blood pressure rising.

***

The Wraiths that had suddenly appeared inside the building were swiftly dealt with.

There had been exactly thirty-six of them, but all of them were knocked out cold, proving that even ghost-type monsters were equal in the face of a proper physical education.

“Should we... kill them?”

“...You want to kill something that’s already dead? That’s a level of evil even demons would back away from.”

“...That’s not what I meant.”

“Relax, it was just a joke.”

“.......”

As absurd as it was, Wraiths could be knocked out or subdued, but actually getting rid of them was a different matter.

In the Southern Continent, Wraiths were often regarded as the spirits of ancestors.

Even though that was highly unlikely.

But people were sentimental like that.

It was a universal belief that one’s ancestors continued to watch over them, even in death.

So, while different regions had their own customs, in the Southern Continent, Wraiths weren’t exorcised in the usual way. Instead, they were given a proper send-off—a ritual known as [Spirit Releasing].

‘Of course, if they were actual Evil Spirits, that would be a different story.’

That said, even if exorcism was necessary, getting rid of Wraiths was no simple task.

At the very least, you’d need the help of a priest or a shaman—and if neither were available, maybe even an alchemist.

...However.

‘I wonder if I could do it with Willforce?’

Ihan had a gut feeling that if he infused his fists with Willforce, these Wraiths would burst like balloons.