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 18

Weapons whizzed through the air, circling like predatory birds, waiting for the right moment to strike.

But Lior was blindfolded.

He couldn’t see anything—his only option was to rely on sound and touch to evade.

(Dodging without sight is just impossible!!)

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Lior dodged the flying weapons, causing them to slam into the floor after missing their target.

He moved purely by reacting to the brief sound of their trajectory shifting.

But no matter how skilled he was, this method wasn’t sustainable.

(Crap—! I can’t dodge this—!)

Schlck.

A wet, sickening sound echoed as a sword stabbed straight into Lior’s body.

His body jerked from the impact.

That moment of hesitation was all it took.

Like a school of hungry koi, the rest of the weapons rushed toward him at once.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

The grisly sound of weapons piercing flesh filled the chamber.

(That hurts! If I weren’t me, I’d be dead by now!)

…Well, not that it mattered.

Lior couldn’t die.

Looking like a walking pincushion, Lior grabbed the weapons stuck in his body, ripping them out and tossing them to the floor.

(Even if I get stabbed a hundred times, I won’t die. But if Hebimiya sees me survive lethal wounds, it’ll be a problem… If he finds out I’m immortal, things could get complicated.)

A human getting impaled over and over yet staying alive wasn’t normal.

To any observer, he’d look no different from an undead.

And undead were monsters—something to be eliminated.

Dying was fine.

Getting seen dying was not.

As he pulled out the embedded weapons, Lior considered a better way to evade.

(It’d be cool if I could dodge just by sensing the air and sound like a master swordsman… but that’s way beyond my current level. I need another way to sense these weapons’ movements… Wait—does magic have to be seen with my eyes?)

Dodging purely with physical senses was impossible.

Which meant he had to rely on something unique to this world—

Magic.

(I always thought I was seeing magic with my eyes… but magic doesn’t actually glow, does it? Then why do I feel like I can see it?)

Eyes only detect light.

Without light, nothing is visible.

No matter how wide he opened his eyes, he wouldn’t see anything in a pitch-dark cave.

Yet—

Magic wasn’t luminous.

So how had he always been “seeing” it?

(…What if I’ve just assumed I see it with my eyes? What if I can sense it even with a blindfold?)

Where did humans perceive magic?

Lior didn’t know.

Maybe it was through the eyes.

But there was only one way to find out.

He focused his mind.

First, he felt the magic within his own body.

Then, he extended his awareness outward—

The air brushed against his skin.

Magic must have been flowing through it, too.

As the weapons slashed at him, slicing into his flesh—

Lior ignored the pain and extended his consciousness further.

Then—

A sharp tingling.

He felt it.

The moment he realized it, everything became clear.

The world burst into color—

Like dipping a dirty brush into crystal-clear water, the pitch-black void exploded into vivid hues.

It was more than just sight.

He could sense magic, vibrations, and airflow with perfect clarity.

Every weapon’s tremor, the subtle friction against the air, the smallest ripples of movement—

He could feel everything.

(…Hebimiya was right. I was too dependent on my “eyes.” This world has its own way of seeing.)

Now that he could perceive more than ever before,

There was no way the weapons could hit him.

Lior evaded effortlessly.

Not just dodging—

His movements were so precise, so minimal, it looked as if the weapons were missing him on their own.

Clack!

Lior grabbed the hilt of a sword midair.

It shuddered, trying to break free—

But he held it firmly.

(Yeah… This works.)

Lior grinned—

Then grabbed every remaining weapon in rapid succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

One after another, the possessed weapons were all restrained.

At that moment—

Footsteps echoed down the stairs.

Hebimiya had returned.

“Alright, let’s see how you’re doing—”

He froze.

His eyes widened.

Lior tilted his head in confusion.

What was he so surprised about?

“…My apologies. It seems the incense burned out… I’m surprised you survived.”

Hebimiya glanced at the empty incense burner.

So the weapons’ berserk behavior had been an accident.

“Yes, it was close at first… but by relying on magic instead of sight, I can perceive the world more clearly now. That was the goal of this training, wasn’t it?”

“…Y-Yeah… Right. That was the plan all along. Impressive work, kid.”

“Thank you!”

Lior beamed with pride.

He had become even stronger.

Yet—

As Hebimiya watched him grinning innocently,

Sweat dripped down his face.

And his expression was one of absolute dread.