30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 301

A burnt, acrid smell thickened in the air.

The barrier, seemingly fragile and thin, reacted violently the moment the Great Demon touched it. As if undergoing a chemical reaction, his hand began to burn.

Yet, despite his own flesh being seared away, the Great Demon remained utterly expressionless. As though he had merely been conducting an experiment, he slowly withdrew his hand and let it regenerate.

“So this is how you wield spiritual energy? An interesting approach. To think it could even wound the Lord’s body... Hm. This is not a power meant for humans. You won’t be able to sustain it for long—it will collapse on its own.”

Was a mere touch enough for him to analyze it fully? The Great Demon observed the Shield of a Hundred Ghosts with an air of detached curiosity, leisurely recovering from his injuries.

“You sure are coming up with a long-winded excuse for failing to break through.”

Cain, standing within arm’s reach of the Great Demon, sneered at him.

“Well, of course, I won’t force my way through,” the Great Demon replied coolly. “Pointlessly trying to breach it would only wound this body. I already lost an arm—I would be remiss to suffer another injury before the Lord.”

“......”

“But don’t worry. The moment this barrier collapses, I will rip that blasphemous head from your shoulders.”

A chilling, yet oddly calm threat.

Cain scoffed.

“Quite the pathetic intimidation, Ninshubur. I expected better from someone once called a god.”

“...Ah. So it was Mordred who revealed my name to that dangerous hero.”

“To defeat your enemy, you must first understand them.”

In truth, Mordred had spent years dispatching forces to the Western Continent.

They had hired countless archaeologists, explorers, and alchemists to uncover lost histories.

In doing so, they had rediscovered ancient knowledge and relics that even the Westerners themselves had forgotten, gaining countless advantages.

Most notably, they had derived new gunpowder formulas, obtained the knowledge that led to the Flame Cannons, and ultimately developed Mordred’s prized Phantom Steel Armor, Ghost Horses, and Shield of a Hundred Ghosts.

They had spent centuries preparing to slay a powerful enemy.

In a way, their approach resembled Tristan’s—the organization that had scoured the continent, gathering deadly poisons, hunting methods, and medical techniques.

“All of it was for the sake of killing you,” Cain continued. “Not Inanna—that wretched thing is secondary. You, the ‘Betrayer of Warriors,’ are the true target.”

“...You speak too freely.”

“What, do you regret your past now, traitor?”

Boom!!!

In that instant, Ninshubur lost control, slamming his fist against the barrier.

Of course—

Sssszzzzzzzt!

His hand burned once more. But this time, the force of his attack sent tremors through the fortress, deepening the fractures in its walls.

The entire structure was now teetering on the brink of collapse.

“Do not provoke me too much,” Ninshubur growled. “I am merely proceeding carefully for my Lord’s sake. This barrier is not something to fear.”

“Good. That means my provocation is working.”

“...!!”

A twitch of the eye.

Having someone dig into his origin was far more unsettling than Ninshubur had anticipated.

“Ugh...!”

Noticing the demon’s agitation, Cain pressed on.

The key to controlling spirits was simple—

“Ninshubur, once a servant of the Great Demon Inanna, tasked with overseeing War and Prosperity,” Cain recited smoothly. “But War is what defines you. You were once a warrior under the Sky Lord, ruler of the southern gods. Yet, you betrayed him. You sided with Inanna and earned the wrath of the Sky Lord—your life was cut short at fifteen. A tragic life, some might say. But even in death, you did not rest. You became Inanna’s tool, slaughtering thousands upon her command, never hesitating, never questioning. You are no god of war. You are a fiend, a twisted remnant of what was once human. A demonic butcher!”

“Silence!!”

Kwaaang!!

[Truth.]

Cain had struck at his very core.

This was what I was aiming for.

Even after suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of Santa Rihan, Ninshubur had remained composed.

But now, for the first time—he had lost his temper.

Cain clenched his fist.

It worked!

It was a life-risking gamble, but it had paid off.

Even if they call him a god, he is still a spirit.

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Lesser spirits could be subdued simply by hearing their mortal name. Even stronger spirits were weakened if their true name was known.

And if one even knew details of their past—

It’s not quite checkmate, but it’s at least ‘Check.’

This was my greatest [Verbal Blade].

For a spiritualist, words were a weapon.

They called it Verbal Blade.

But in order to wield it, one needed to understand the enemy’s true origins. If their information was incorrect, the backlash could be severe, even fatal.

And the stronger the spirit, the greater the risk.

This had been an extreme gamble.

But—

Three centuries of effort did not go to waste!

The labor of past generations, the relentless pursuit of knowledge to oppose this demon, was no mere gamble.

It had been a carefully sharpened blade.

“...Hoo.”

Cain nearly felt the urge to weep.

But he held back.

The ritual was not yet complete.

And now, with Ninshubur’s composure shattered, this was the moment to press the attack—

Shlkk!

“Guh...!!”

“Lord!!!”

His lieutenant’s scream rang out.

Blood poured from Cain’s chest—he had been impaled.

[Hmph. You may not have inherited your father’s talent, but your spiritualist abilities... your wit... they’re impressive. Ah, and your luck is remarkable! I had aimed for your heart, but it seems you dodged.]

“...For someone who calls himself a god, you sure are a coward.”

Shhk!

Cain swung his sword at the entity that had pierced him.

His swordplay was swift and precise.

And his blade found its mark—

“...Huh?”

“...How strange. I don’t recall ever raising a lieutenant.”

“L-Lord...?”

“Don’t spout nonsense, monster. My comrade would never be the one to drive a blade through my chest.”

Slaaash!

The so-called lieutenant’s head fell to the ground.

His corpse dissolved instantly.

“...A doppelgаnger.”

A creature that mimicked human form, capable of twisting perception and even influencing its own mind.

Doppelgаngers were truly revolting creatures—

They slaughtered humans with ease, yet genuinely mourned their victims, believing themselves to be real.

That was why this thing had screamed as it died.

“...Pathetic.”

Even knowing it was a doppelgаnger, Cain felt a bitter self-loathing for having been deceived.

But his enemy only smirked.

[It would have been better if you had just died.]

There was no pretense of mercy in his voice.

Only unfiltered malice.

***

It was an utterly grotesque sight.

[Truly, my servant is such a handful.]

“I apologize, my Lord.”

[It is fine. I am merciful.]

“...Ah.”

As Inanna’s and Ninshubur’s voices intertwined in a dreadful cacophony, Cain could see it.

At first glance, the Great Demon appeared to be gently embracing its servant.

But in truth, its true form—the real form of Inanna—seemed as though it might devour Ninshubur at any moment.

What... in the name of all hell... is that?

It had six beautiful wings, yet they looked like mere ornaments attached to a grotesque mass of flesh riddled with dozens of eyes and mouths.

Its shape was an aberration.

Cain even doubted whether it could be considered a living thing.

He was grateful—grateful that his soldiers could not see it.

Their morale would have shattered instantly.

Only those with spiritual sight could perceive the true form of the Great Demon. Those without it were spared from witnessing this horror.

It was, in every sense, a mercy.

If that thing... if it were to fully revive with a complete physical body... what would happen?

Even its spiritual form was enough to make his skin crawl, to drive an instinctive urge to gouge out his own eyes.

It gnawed at the most primal fears, whispering temptations to slice open his own wrists.

His head pounded, his mind teetering on the edge of madness.

It felt as though simply looking at it was corrupting his soul.

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And you call that... a god?

No.

That thing—

“...is a demon.”

The words left his lips without thought, an undeniable truth spilling forth.

[Such disrespectful words. You should feel honored to witness my beautiful true form. And yet you dare to call it something so vulgar?]

“......”

[Still, I will acknowledge this much—you are a rare case. It is not often that someone remains sane after seeing my true form. Most lose their minds and go insane. The blood of Mordred truly is exceptional. It makes me all the more eager... to see what kind of vessel your daughter will become.]

“YOU FILTHY ABOMINATION! DO NOT DARE SPEAK OF MY DAUGHTER!!”

[Not an abomination—a god, I told you.]

Hwaaaaak!

The six wings spread wide.

At that moment, something changed among the monsters.