30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

Ghost-type monsters.

To put it simply, Wraiths—ghost-type monsters that had materialized enough to be seen by human eyes—were already a well-documented phenomenon in academic circles.

Of course, just because they were documented didn’t mean they were common.

Ghosts were already hard enough to believe in—let alone ones that physically manifested.

That rarity alone made them stand out.

But just because Wraiths were rare didn’t mean encountering one was lucky.

Quite the opposite.

After all, a ghost—a vengeful spirit—wasn’t supposed to be visible to the human eye.

If a ghost had manifested visibly, it meant it harbored an overwhelming grudge or hatred.

And creatures fueled by such deep-seated resentment were bound to be incredibly powerful.

To make matters worse, Wraiths couldn’t be harmed by physical attacks.

Without divine energy or magic, they were completely untouchable.

That’s why encountering a Wraith was considered as unlucky as being struck by lightning—it was living proof of terrible misfortune.

After all, the symbolic weapons of knights—swords, spears, bows, shields—were utterly useless against them.

…Or at least, they were supposed to be.

Smack!

[!!?!!]

“Where do you think you’re looking, huh? Acting all high and mighty while illegally squatting in a building?”

[Ge… Geeeh… Gegekk…]

Whack!

“If you’ve got something to say, say it properly, damn it!”

[!?]

Simon stared blankly.

…Why was that even possible?

A knight—using only his left jab—was beating the crap out of a Wraith.

Simon was utterly confused.

What the hell?

‘Wait… is it actually possible to hit them?’

Curious, Simon hesitantly reached out to touch the shaking Wraith, which had just been slapped into submission.

Maybe—just maybe—he’d be able to feel it too.

But…

Swoosh.

“…Nope.”

His hand passed straight through, as if touching mist.

The laws of physics still applied, and Simon realized that academic knowledge hadn’t been wrong after all.