30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 161

When the blond-haired mage, Huey, opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pair of menacing eyes that made his heart drop.

“...Hrk!”

He was already struggling to breathe, crushed by the suffocating pain and pressure inflicted by that nameless knight.

And now, upon regaining consciousness, he was once again met with that murderous gaze, threatening to send his mind spiraling into darkness.

But Huey was no ordinary man—he was the Magic Tower’s top disciple.

Quick thinking and sharp judgment were second nature to someone in his position.

Scanning the desolate room, Huey quickly realized that only the man with the terrifying eyes remained.

‘He’s gone! That monster is gone!’

The freak who had kidnapped him from the VIP suite in the blink of an eye.

The one who had extracted all of the Magic Tower’s classified secrets using unknown means and radiated a monstrous killing intent—that monster was nowhere to be seen.

Twitch.

And more importantly, his body could move—just slightly.

‘This is my chance!’

He was tied up, and the man before him seemed to be keeping watch, but without that horrifying monster present—

“P-please... s-spare... me....”

...perhaps he could escape?

His voice came out rough and broken, like a rusty harmonica, likely due to being deprived of water for seventeen hours.

Still, the fact that he could speak again was what mattered most.

Huey clung to that shred of hope and begged desperately for his life, pleading to the man with the terrifying eyes.

The Magic Tower’s top disciple—someone who had never bowed his head or begged anyone for anything—was now groveling with a pitiful voice.

If anyone from the Magic Tower had witnessed this, they would have doubted their own eyes.

But Huey was so desperate to escape the monster’s grasp that he would’ve gladly bargained with the devil himself.

That’s how close he was to his limit.

“If—if you help me, I’ll give you anything you want. I swear on the Magic Tower’s name!”

“......”

“P-please, just....”

Logically speaking, it was absurd to expect the man with the terrifying eyes to accept such an offer.

But Huey was far from logical at the moment.

In a twisted way, it was impressive that he could still attempt to negotiate in this state.

And then—

“Interesting offer.”

“!!”

Hearing a positive response, Huey silently cheered.

Yes! This was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Huey hurriedly pressed on.

“T-then please, water and food...! I need to recover my strength....”

His body was in shambles.

His stamina, magic, and mental strength were all drained.

He couldn’t even cast basic spells in his current state.

If he could just drink water—no, even a bite of food would do!

If only he could—

“......”

“Wh-what are you doing? Hurry up and bring me some water—!”

Despite his desperation, the man didn’t budge, and Huey’s impatience boiled over into anger.

It was clear how he usually treated those beneath him.

And—

“Ah. So this is what it feels like to be underestimated.”

Huey had failed to consider how insulting his tone might be.

And then—

Schlkk!

“Gaaaahhhh—!”

A blade pierced Huey’s chest.

“Ugh... ugh...!”

Huey writhed in agony.

His flesh tore, and his ribs cracked under the pressure.

Drip, drip.

Blood poured down his body, staining the floor.

Huey could only think—

‘I’m going to die....’

“—Wake up. That was just a little prank. Overreacting, aren’t you?”

“Haaah!”

Huey gasped, snapping back to reality.

“...Huh? ...What...?”

He looked down at his chest.

It was intact.

But the pain, the terror—everything had felt so real.

Huey trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear, agony, and confusion.

It was the second time today that he had faced unimaginable terror.

At this point, staying sane felt more exhausting than losing his mind.

And so—

“Ughhh...!”

Huey fainted again.

Thud.

“...Ridiculous.”

The man frowned as he watched Huey collapse once more.

Despite his words, there wasn’t even a hint of amusement in his expression.

And then—

“Why so noisy when I’m trying to rest?”

“......”

“Terrible hospitality.”

“...Hmph.”

Raq merely furrowed his brows and closed his eyes, choosing not to respond.

“Ignoring me, huh....”

Ihan grumbled but didn’t seem particularly surprised—or disappointed.

Instead, he took another sip of milk.

“...Damn.”

He had to admit it.

Raq wasn’t lying.

This milk—

‘It’s so good I could cry. What the hell have I been drinking until now?’

It was hands down the best milk he’d ever tasted—across both his current and past lives.

And for that, Ihan decided to forgive just about everything.

*****

Clink.

“Please enjoy, Sir.”

“Ah, thanks.”

“You’re welcome. It’s only proper hospitality since we invited you.”