30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 278

Splash!

A trout leapt from the river.

Perhaps it, too, rejoiced at the rare sunlight breaking through the mist.

But the trout—no, to be more precise—

Splash! Splash!

The trout began to jump frantically the moment he stepped into the water.

Was this some kind of instinctual survival response?

The fish were desperately flailing, trying to escape, and he could only tilt his head in confusion.

"What’s wrong with these things?"

He had no intention of harming them, yet their panicked behavior was incomprehensible to him.

For a moment, he wondered if someone had drugged the entire school of fish.

But soon—

Rumble!

"Ah... so that’s why."

He realized the cause.

The battle in the distance.

Even though the battlefield was far from here, the tremors were enough to send the fish into a frenzy.

It was proof that an enormous clash was unfolding.

However, despite knowing this—

"Should I just catch one and make sashimi?"

He remained at ease.

It wasn’t that he failed to grasp the gravity of the battle.

He simply trusted them.

He had clashed swords and shields with them, had trained them firsthand.

"There’s no need to worry."

They were strong.

Individually, they were powerful, and together, they became dozens of times stronger.

He rarely acknowledged others this highly, so his trust was absolute.

If anything, the only thing he regretted was not dealing with that damn pervert himself.

Still—one must move forward.

"I’ll focus on what I need to do."

Sssshhh—!

By the time he realized it, he had waded too deep into the river and was now swimming toward the waterfall ahead.

Even from afar, the waterfall had looked majestic, but standing right before it, its sheer power was overwhelming.

Though compared to giant falls that discharged hundreds of tons of water, this one was relatively tame.

Still, if he let his guard down, he could easily be dragged in and swallowed whole.

"Not bad."

However—

To a man who bench-pressed over a thousand kilograms daily, and had withstood far greater pressures, it was hardly impressive.

If anything, his {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} only concern was—

"Free diving isn’t exactly my specialty."

With a small smirk, Ihan took a deep breath—

And dove into the base of the waterfall.

For a moment, the world was bright, illuminated by sunlight.

Then—

Darkness.

A total, suffocating void swallowed him whole.

For most, such absolute blackness would trigger an instinctual fear, sending shivers down their spine.

But Ihan simply kept swimming.

Even in the dark, his eyes shimmered like starlight.

And so, he pressed forward—

Until—

"Pwaah!!"

Cough! Cough!!

***

Drip, drip...

"...Took me four tries, but I finally did it."

Ihan had successfully made the dive.

About 350 meters deep.

Considering that the world record for free diving was around 130 meters, this feat should have been impossible for a human.

But his body—

With lungs capable of absurd oxygen retention, and skin and bones harder than metal—made it possible.

Even so, it had taken him four attempts—a result of his inexperience with deep diving.

Yet, he had succeeded—and that was what mattered.

As he stood, shaking off the water—

"So it really was here."

The bomb-obsessed lunatic had seemed too confident, but Ihan hadn’t expected the hidden chamber to be in such an obvious place.

Or—

"...Wait, maybe it wasn’t that obvious?"

Even if someone knew about the Mordred Vault beneath the waterfall—

Diving 350 meters to reach it was far from normal.

Again, Ihan’s body was not just physically tough—even his internal organs were incredibly resilient.

For anyone else, even with the best equipment, reaching this depth would be near-impossible.

Not to mention enduring the violent currents and immense pressure of the waterfall itself.

It was only because he was Ihan that he had made it.

Still—

"...How the hell did they build this place?"

Even he found it impressive.

The hidden chamber beneath the waterfall—

And the fact that it had oxygen inside.

"Not sure how the structure works, but this is... interesting."

There was even a faint breeze.

Which meant—there had to be an entrance from the surface.

Which also meant—

"Did I just take the hardest possible route like an idiot?"

Just as a sense of self-loathing began to creep in—

Growl.

Grrrrr...!

"...Do high-ranking nobles really keep these things in their vaults?"

Appearing before him—

Werewolves.

Or at least—something close.

They looked like Dobermans but were twice as large, and void of any cuteness or elegance—only pure savagery remained.

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At a glance, it was obvious these weren’t just beasts.

They were monstrous.

"Hellhounds?"

More commonly known as—

Snap!

"KAHHH!!"

Hellhounds.

A pack of at least thirty.

The moment they saw Ihan, they lunged at him.

Their jagged fangs gleamed like saw blades, ready to tear into him—

Crunch!

"Kiieeee!?"

—Only for their teeth to shatter upon impact.

Every single one of them.