I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online-Chapter 47: White II

The longer the vibration lasted, the deeper it felt.

It traveled through the waterlogged earth and up through the rail, rattling the steel under Revan’s boots. The injured guard on his shoulder went rigid, his fingers digging into the fabric of Revan’s coat hard enough to hurt.

"What was—"

Quiet," Revan hissed quickly.

Revan stood perfectly still. It felt the weight of the situation felt heavier and heavier in Revan’s mind.

Then, after a few minutes of silence. The vibration faded. Disappeared into the deep ground, as if swallowed by the dead earth itself.

For three seconds, there was nothing. Just rain and the distant creak of the cart somewhere far ahead, barely audible through the white.

Then the screaming started.

It came from the front of the column — the sharp, unmistakable ring of steel crashing against something hard, followed by a sound that was too wet and too heavy to be a blade hitting bone. A moment later, Dain’s voice tore through the fog in a furious roar— the kind of sound that only came out of a man who had already been hit and was hitting back with everything he had left.

"Damn it. Now I know why those troops were slaughtered here," Revan thought bitterly.

A sudden splash of boots in the mud erupted behind him. Revan spun around instantly, his sword already leveled and gleaming in the gloom.

"Hey, what—?"

"...."

Hilarious. The guard he had ordered to watch their backs just moments ago had already bolted without a word.

"Oh, for hell’s sake," Revan muttered. "Is there anyone in this place who’s actually useful?"

The injured guard was shaking against his shoulder.

It was a truly pitiful sight—the faint tremors from moments ago had rapidly worsened, seizing his body in violent, uncontrollable shudders.

His breathing had turned into short, ragged gasps that fogged the air between them in rapid bursts.

"Wh-what do we do?"

His voice came out as barely a whisper.

Revan didn’t offer a spoken answer. Despite his calm exterior, he could only ask himself one thing:

’What indeed? I’m just as lost as you are.’

Revan stared into the white wall ahead. Somewhere in that impenetrable nothing, people he had been walking with were fighting something he couldn’t see—or more accurately,something bad.

And honestly, they were all quite useless, except perhaps for Cassian.

As he weighed his options, helping those in front seemed like the better choice. After all, his primary duty was to protect Sylvia and the wagon; the guards, on the other hand, were easily expendable.

"Hey, listen to me," Revan said. His eyes flickered sharply to the side.

"if you want to live. Forget about that small-penis friend of yours—he’s gone. Now, sit on the rail and stay here. Don’t do anything stupid."

The injured guard’s eyebrows shot up, a flicker of indignation crossing his pale face despite his trembling. He opened his mouth, his pride stinging at the insult, but before he could utter a single word of protest, Revan’s grip tightened like a vice.

"Do you understand?" Revan snapped.

The guard bit his lip along with the harsh reality that hit him. He knew that in this state, being dragged into a fight would only make him a burden.

He finally nodded. Revan returned the nod with a thin smile.

"Okay. Good choice. If I don’t come back, and you no longer hear any sounds of struggle,follow this rail without the slightest bit of doubt."

Revan’s eyes flickered downward, his gaze landing on the sword hanging at the guard’s waist.

"And draw your sword," Revan added, his eyes snapping back to the man’s face. "Keep it out."

As soon as he lowered the injured guard, Revan bolted straight toward the chaos, tearing through the thick veil of fog.

***

Ten steps.

That was all it took to lose everything.

The rail vanished beneath his feet somewhere between the eighth and ninth step — one boot landed on steel, the next sank into mud, and suddenly there was no reference point left. no line to follow. Just white in every direction, so uniform and so absolute that Revan couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed.

Even the sounds of the battle had vanished. he only thing that remained was the sound of the rain.

’What the fuck? ’ Revan thought, his eyes darting around in confusion.

’Did I just teleport or something?’

...He’d drifted without realizing it. A few degrees off course, maybe, in the space of ten steps.

But that was impossible. The corners of Revan’s eyes had been tracking every single line of that rail without a single blink. And if this was teleportation magic, it made even less sense.

"Okay... Revan, I know you haven’t slept and your stomach is killing you from eating rations that taste like trash, but come on—snap out of it. This is no time to be hallucinating or whatever. Your master is in danger."

He tried walking in a circular pattern, slapping his own cheeks repeatedly to wake himself up, but nothing changed. The frantic pounding in his chest grew even more violent, turning into a sharp, searing pain.

He was lost.

’Alright, alright, Revan... calm down.’ He forced himself to stop. ’

’Breathe in... breathe out... huuuuu. It’s going to be okay. Remember, you go through worse shit every single day. You can do this. You can definitely do this.’

He stood still and listened. He tried a new approach, shifting his focus and sharpening his hearing to its absolute limit while closing his eyes.

Revan could feel the rain changing—the sound turning into a crushing weight, a violent roar that felt as if it were trying to drown the world itself.

The cacophony stretched on for two minutes.

Then Revan felt something moving toward him.

It wasn’t a sound, exactly. More like a pressure. A heaviness in the air to his left that hadn’t been there a moment ago, as though something massive had displaced the fog simply by existing in it.

He turned his head slowly.

And of course there was nothing there but fog.

’yeah, I’m so cooked.’

The pressure shifted—sliding from his left to somewhere behind him with a deliberate, unhurried patience that made Revan’s skin crawl. Whatever was out there It had no reason to rush.

He tightened his grip on the sword. his head consciously turning to scan his surroundings.

The unknown presence continued to move around him, encircling him. It was truly terrifying; Revan couldn’t even see a shadow passing by.

His mental state was frayed, unable to withstand being toyed with like this. He would rather be ambushed from behind and have his heart pierced instantly than remain in this state. With frozen sweat clinging to the back of his neck, Revan screamed.

"Hey, you cowardly piece of shit! Show your ass right now, you bastard! Do you even have a dick?!"

As if in answer, the movements that had been bothering him suddenly vanished into thin air.

"..."

’Did it work? he wondered.

’Well, even if it wasn’t human, whatever this thing was, it had to have a brain, right?’

Then revan said loudly, "Heh, good if you understand. Now... try showing your face!"

Congratulations, the pressure grew even worse. From behind the rain, a shrill, cackling laughter echoed from every direction.

"Ehh, yeah... Hahahahaha!" Revan returned the laughter once more. The sound felt awkward.

He swallowed. His throat was dry despite the rain pouring down his face. For some reason, his mental state suddenly cleared, and he was struck by a sudden realization.

As the laughter died down, it was replaced by a shadow darting past him. Revan reflexively raised his sword to strike and parry an attack that might have been fatal. But the shadow seemed to just pass through him; Revan’s blade slashed through nothing but empty mist.

"Eh? What the hell?" Revan gritted his teeth and spun around without a moment’s pause, attempting to block another strike with lightning speed.

But it was no use—the same thing happened six consecutive times from various directions. On the sixth strike, Revan decided to channel his aura into his legs and performed a massive leap backward, distancing himself from the center of the fray.

Revan was exhausted by it all.

"Am I fighting a fucking ghost?" he spat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Once again, Revan felt a pressure behind him.

This time, he wasn’t as alert; he simply dodged without swinging his sword. It was a fatal mistake. What he thought was just an empty gust of wind was actually a shadow that sliced his cheek.

"....?"

As if that wasn’t enough, He was also attacked from the front.

Revan was sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground. He quickly channeled his aura into his hands, using the force to perform an acrobatic mid-air recovery. But just as his feet were about to touch the ground, the pressure reappeared—barely an inch away from his face. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

With sudden clarity, Revan swung his sword in a wide, sweeping arc from front to back, as if he had predicted the incoming strikes.

Clang!

"You think I’m stupid?" His blade didn’t hit empty air this time; it collided with something solid and strange behind him.

In reality, Revan was simply gambling.He figured that if the enemy didn’t strike the first time, they would lunge the very second an attack landed.

lunged during the second, and then got repelled, they would become extremely cautious about any frontal attacks. Therefore, the enemy would almost certainly strike from behind.

Even though Revan felt a flicker of satisfaction in his heart, it changed nothing. Whatever this creature was, it remained leagues above him; this was its territory, after all. There was a 99% chance Revan would die easily here. However... he was Revan. To him, that 1% was everything. So, what would he do next.?

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