30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 276

A normal human cannot defeat a monster.

Some claim that with enough effort, perseverance, and sheer determination, even the strongest of beasts can be slain. But that is nothing more than a philosophical notion—it has no bearing on reality.

Simon understood this well. He knew he could not defeat monsters, much less creatures of nightmare.

Sure, he might be able to take down a thug or two, but anything beyond that was beyond his talent or effort. That was why he hired mercenaries and free knights as his escorts.

However—

"Fighting them is one thing, but what about just killing them?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Think about it. If we don't concern ourselves with honor or method and focus solely on the goal—killing the monster—wouldn’t that change things?"

"......."

"Poison, drugs, weapons—if you use them without hesitation, wouldn't your odds improve? More importantly, who in their right mind thinks of fighting a monster barehanded? Humans use tools. That’s what makes us human. What good does brute strength do against a monster?"

"...Sir, are you really saying this?"

"What? What's wrong with that?"

"......."

...Coming from a man who could slaughter thousands of monsters with his bare hands, the advice seemed oddly unconvincing. But the point still embedded itself in Simon’s mind.

If honor and method didn’t matter, he could kill.

This meant—

"I need to figure out a plan. Any specific advice?"

"What am I, your babysitter?"

Fair point.

Simon was serious. It wasn’t just about how he had been played—what truly enraged him was how a vampire had dared to manipulate the Guild. As the Guildmaster, that was something he could never tolerate.

The Guild.

An organization of the weak.

A gathering of the downtrodden.

Vermin.

People ridiculed it, spat on it, treated it as scum.

But the Guild had its own pride.

It was created by those who, despite their weakness, still dreamed of changing the world.

That was why this could not be forgiven.

"So, tell me, do you know how to handle explosives?"

"...?"

"I mean, if you mess up, you’ll get yourself killed. But the more dangerous the weapon, the smarter and more careful the user has to be, right? And you seem like the type who could handle dangerous tools. Want me to get you some?"

"...I'll leave it to you."

There was no hesitation.

It didn’t matter what the method was, as long as he could fight.

And so, five more days passed.

Simon learned how to use basic scrolls and picked up the peculiar idea of using landmines against knights. He had no doubt that he could take this idea and develop it in a far more creative way.

"This... this is actually good."

When he explained his idea and methods to a knight, the man reacted with a mix of admiration and disbelief.

"You’d need insane memory, adaptability, and nerve to pull this off."

The praise felt as good as if he had been awarded a medal.

"Good thing I have all three."

"Congratulations, Hao Clan Leader. I hereby dub you 'Thunderbolt Master.'"

"...And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I've never seen a hybrid like you before."

"???"

And with that, Simon had secured a new means of power.

Now—

BOOOOOM—!

"...If the royal family catches wind of this, there’ll be no talking my way out of it. I’ll be branded a dangerous criminal on the spot."

He realized, perhaps belatedly, just how dangerous this method was.

Placing landmines in strategic locations and luring his enemies into them—this was destruction.

It sounded simple, but in reality, he was likely the only one capable of executing it. If he weren’t able to analyze his opponents' movements in real-time, he would have been caught in the explosions himself.

But Simon was still alive.

And that meant—

"This is our victory."

A feeble, insignificant man had just achieved victory against overwhelming strength.

Even if he knew this was a method he could never use again, he felt proud.

"We're not bombers."

"Yeah, we're not criminals, old man."

"...Heartless little brats."

The twins immediately distanced themselves from him, unwilling to be associated with his actions. Simon muttered to himself in exasperation.

Ungrateful—

WHAM!

"!?"

"That was close."

"You let your guard down, old man."

"...Ugh."

Tig had swept Simon’s legs out from under him with terrifying speed, and before he even realized what had happened, he found himself sprawled on the ground.

But instead of anger—

Shhh...

He was relieved.

No matter how humiliating, he was alive.

The crimson spikes had vanished under the sunlight, but even in their fading state, they radiated pure terror.

It was as if—

[Wow, that was close, Simon. My dear, where did you learn such a nasty trick, hmm? You almost killed me there. ...Pfft, just kidding. As if something like this could ever kill me. You knew that too, didn’t you? That’s why you dared to pull off such a cute little stunt, right?]

A voice that could belong to nothing but a demon from hell.

FWOOOOSH!

Even as the towering flames roared around it, the figure walked through as if merely taking a leisurely stroll.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

[You people have the wrong idea about immortality. These days, everyone calls someone who doesn’t age an 'immortal.' They throw around terms like 'witch' and 'demon' so carelessly. It’s pathetic. True immortality means you cannot die, no matter what methods are used against you.]

CRACK—!

[And pain? Physical pain is useless against us. We don’t have functioning pain receptors, you see. In fact, some of us even find pain pleasurable.]