When I Cleared the Death Game World, I Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble Even if They Talk About Doom Flags, I'm Actually Immortal. - Chapter 11

The hobgoblin, transformed into a monstrous entity, drove its hand through Lior’s chest.

“Gah…!!”

Bl00d spurted from Lior’s mouth as he coughed violently, a crimson stream flowing from the wound in his chest.

Yet, without hesitation, Lior tightened his grip on his sword and swung at the demon’s neck.

Whoosh!

His blade sliced through empty air. The demon effortlessly dodged and leaped backward.

With a puzzled expression, it stared at its own bloodstained hand—except, it wasn’t stained. The hand that should have pierced through Lior bore no trace of bl00d.

(I never imagined I’d die hunting goblins…)

But when Lior looked down, there was no wound on his chest. Only a gaping hole in his clothing.

It hadn’t been an illusion—he had truly been impaled.

Lior had died.

(I wasn’t careless. I was watching that goblin—the one that transformed. But I still couldn’t dodge. I couldn’t predict its movements…)

His technique, which allowed him to foresee movements by reading magical energy, had failed.

The demon-like goblin’s actions held no discernible magical flow.

Without that ability, Lior was just a child.

At present, his physical abilities were weak, his magical reserves limited—he was nothing more than a fragile child.

He had only managed to keep up with the goblins thanks to his unique skill of reading magical energy.

Meanwhile, the transformed goblin had grown monstrously powerful.

Its strength was enough to pierce Lior’s chest in a single strike, and its speed allowed it to close distances in an instant.

The difference in power was undeniable.

Not just an adult versus a child—it was like an ant facing a giant.

A hopeless gap in strength.

A normal person would have given up by now, begging for their life.

But Lior…

(This is great. I’m starting to have fun.)

He smiled.

Of course he did.

In the world of Drag Machina, he had always fought against overwhelmingly powerful monsters.

An insurmountable power gap?

That was an old friend—one he was delighted to meet again.

There was no time to despair or plead for mercy.

Instead, Lior began devising a way to win, eager to relish the challenge.

(What exactly is that thing? The hobgoblin clearly transformed through some kind of ritual… but could it really be a demon? If it was summoned into the hobgoblin’s body as a vessel, that would make sense. For now, I’ll just call it ‘Goblin Demon.’)

As Lior studied the Goblin Demon, it stretched out its right hand.

Was it some kind of signal?

As Lior remained on guard, a dark sphere formed around the creature’s hand, crackling with black lightning.

A surge of ominous energy radiated from it, sending shivers down his spine.

(This is bad!!)

Sensing imminent danger, Lior immediately broke into a sprint.

The sphere shot toward the spot where he had just stood.

Boom!!

The moment it hit the ground, it exploded, scattering debris from the ruins.

(It’s using some kind of unknown magic… Just what did that ritual summon!?)

In Last Quest, magic was divided into five fundamental elements: wind, water, earth, fire, and light.

But the magic the demon was using didn’t belong to any of them.

It was something entirely different—something unnatural.

(That one spell was stronger than any attack a hobgoblin could deliver. The power scaling is ridiculous!)

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Spheres chased after Lior, raining down like a relentless storm.

He dodged them on pure instinct alone.

One hit would mean instant death.

Not that dying mattered—he wouldn’t stay dead.

But getting incapacitated while regenerating would be a problem.

There were countless ways to neutralize someone who couldn’t die.

If he was buried alive before he could regenerate, it would be game over in every sense.

(Running isn’t going to get me anywhere. It’s risky since I can’t predict its movements, but I’ll have to close the distance and force a melee fight.)

Pivoting sharply, Lior dashed toward the demon.

The barrage of spheres intensified.

But he slipped through the gaps in the onslaught, weaving between the deadly projectiles as he closed in on the demon.

“Sorry, I have no idea what you’re saying.”

The demon emitted a noise like distorted static.

It had spoken, but the words were incomprehensible.

Lior answered not with words, but with his sword.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of steel clashing echoed, like a drill grinding against concrete.

Lior’s sword clashed against the demon’s bladed hand in rapid succession.

In that moment, his swordsmanship evolved.

His magical energy optimized.

Every step, every strike, every burst of power was executed with terrifying efficiency.

Despite being only ten years old, he controlled magic with unparalleled precision, delivering devastating swordplay.

(…And yet, I still can’t win.)

His attacks never landed.

Every strike was deflected by the demon’s bladed hand.

Meanwhile, red lines marred Lior’s body. He couldn’t block all of the demon’s counterattacks.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he failed to defend against a fatal blow.

Clang!

But the first to break wasn’t Lior.

It was his sword.

The shattered blade spun through the air.

Slash!

With his weapon gone, the demon’s attack connected, carving deep into Lior’s shoulder and arm, sending a spray of bl00d flying.

Losing his dominant arm meant losing the fight.

The demon had changed tactics, realizing Lior wouldn’t die easily.

Instead of aiming for his life, it targeted his ability to fight.

But Lior had anticipated that.

Thunk!

Bl00d spilled from Lior’s chest as he stabbed himself.

“縺ｪ縺ｫ繧偵＠縺ｦ縺?ｋ!?”

“This makes twice now. Dying isn’t fun.”

His severed arm, the bl00d he had lost—it all rewound, as if time itself were reversing.

Within moments, his body was completely restored.

Even the demon was taken aback, its eyes trembling as if witnessing something inhuman.

Panicked, the demon swung its bladed hand in fear.

But Lior effortlessly slipped past the attack, moving like liquid.

Rolling across the floor, he snatched up a weapon—the mithril sword the hobgoblin had wielded.

“…I see. Now that I understand the trick, it’s almost laughably simple.”

With newfound clarity, Lior swung his sword at the demon.

The demon blocked, retaliating with a counterstrike.

But this time, it missed.

With minimal movement, Lior evaded it entirely.

“Finally… I can dodge your attacks.”