30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 214

..Dizzy.

This was the first thought Ihan had when he regained consciousness.

"Ughhh!"

It felt like a terrible hangover, the kind that leaves you in agony.

It felt as if his mind and body had been separated and were now reuniting...

His guess was that, based on his conversation with the [Gatekeeper], his consciousness had likely stayed trapped in that gate or whatever it was, and now he had finally returned.

That must have been why there was such a strong sense of disconnect between his mind and body.

And to confirm this hypothesis...

“...Did they die?”

“...”

“...”

“No, they’re not dead... Just in a coma.”

Maximus and Raq were lying unconscious, their eyes shut tight.

Even high-ranking knights like them didn’t react at all to Ihan’s murmurs.

They were still breathing, and their hearts were still beating, but there was no sign of the usual energy they radiated. They were likely in a comatose state.

In other words, their consciousness was probably trapped in the same illusionary world the Gatekeeper had mentioned.

“...It might take a bit of time.”

It was a half-hearted certainty, but Ihan was confident it would take a while for them to pass through the gate.

Ihan had unintentionally met the 'conditions' needed to break through the gate, but there was no guarantee they would be as fortunate as he was in meeting those conditions.

However, given their strength of soul, as mentioned by the Gatekeeper, they would not be easily deceived by the illusion of the gate.

So...

"Even if it takes a little longer, they will wake up... Probably."

Though unsure, Ihan was confident. Instead of worrying about them, he decided to focus on his surroundings and, less than ten seconds later...

"...I never thought I’d see something like this in my life."

He couldn’t help but be amazed.

<The Sacred Vault>.

The vault where the holy relics were kept was truly like a "picture-perfect world."

...Or more specifically,

"Maybe it’s a watercolor world?"

It felt like Ihan had become a resident of this mystical world, coated in layers of paint, and he couldn’t hide his amazement for a while.

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If this watercolor world were to have a name, it would probably be [Museum].

It resembled the Parthenon Temple, but inside, it was more like a museum filled with various relics.

"Oh..."

Swoosh!

The mystical vault of holy relics, full of the awe-inspiring beauty that only such relics could create.

Well, it made sense.

Even one mystery would be considered a miracle, so having hundreds or thousands of such relics was nothing short of miraculous.

Such a mystical phenomenon happening was, in some ways, almost adorable.

‘They even summoned the souls of my past enemies, so this level of mystery should be manageable.’

Ihan gave up on touching the relics, confirming that he couldn’t do anything with them at his current level.

So...

"What now?"

He was at a complete loss.

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