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 2

“Ah…”

As he ate lunch, memories from his past life suddenly surfaced.

Blurry recollections of his time as a student in Japan intertwined with the vivid, brutal battles he had fought in the world of Drag Machina.

(So… I really was reincarnated?)

At the very least, he hadn’t been left stranded alone in a void after the world had vanished—a nightmare scenario he was relieved to have avoided.

“L-Lior-sama?”

The name he had been reborn with was Lior Orion.

Lost in the flood of memories, his mind had stalled, prompting a concerned voice to call out to him.

It made sense—sitting frozen with a fork still stabbed into his meat, staring blankly ahead, would definitely seem odd.

When Lior turned around, he found a maid watching him nervously, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

But she wasn’t the charming, cheerful type found in Japanese maid cafés.

No, she was more akin to a housekeeper—an older woman with deep wrinkles etched into her face, standing attentively behind him.

“D-Did the meal not suit your tastes, my lord? I can have it remade immediately!”

“No, the food is fine.”

“T-Then did I make some sort of mistake?! I-I deeply apologize! Please, just spare me from being dismissed!”

“No, no! I was just lost in thought, that’s all! There’s nothing wrong, so could you please stop groveling!?”

Seeing someone much older than him bowing so desperately made his stomach twist with discomfort.

Lior quickly helped the maid to her feet, sighing softly under his breath.

(Getting reincarnated is one thing, but… this has to be the worst possible scenario. I’d rather have been reborn as a slug…)

Lior Orion was the eldest son of the Orion Marquisate.

In this empire, the rank of marquis was the highest among the nobility, second only to the imperial family itself.

As the heir to such a powerful house, Lior had grown up under a negligent, hands-off father, doing whatever he pleased.

He took whatever he wanted by throwing money around, and if someone displeased him, he crushed them with his family’s influence.

At just ten years old, he had already become the embodiment of a corrupt noble.

It was no wonder the maid had panicked and dropped to her knees the moment she thought she had upset him.

If Lior disliked a servant, he didn’t just fire them—he destroyed their entire family.

If a maid dared to scold him, dismissal alone wouldn’t satisfy him.

No, he would take it further—harassing her husband’s business, forcing it into ruin, just to prove a point.

(Disgusting… And the worst part is, all of this was me.)

Even if he had only now regained his past-life memories, the fact remained—he had lived as Lior and committed countless atrocities.

Now, those memories clashed violently with his former self, filling him with revulsion.

His stomach churned so violently he felt like he might vomit.

“Lior-sama? Your face looks pale…”

“I’m feeling a little unwell.”

“In that case, may I offer you some herbal tea? It has a refreshing effect.”

“…Sure, I’ll take some.”

The maid poured tea into a cup, and the crisp scent of herbs filled the air.

Lior accepted the cup and downed the tea in one go.

A cool, autumn-like freshness flowed down his throat—

—but beneath the clarity, a bitter aftertaste lingered.

“Wait… what’s in this—?”

Before he could finish, his strength drained from his body.

Crash!

The cup slipped from his hands, shattering as it hit the floor.

As his body collapsed onto the table, plates clattered to the ground with loud, discordant crashes.

His mind clouded over, as if thick fog had settled in his skull.

A crushing drowsiness pressed down on him like a lead weight.

He fought to keep his eyes open, but his heavy eyelids drooped, succumbing to an inescapable force.

“H-He’s asleep! Hurry!”

The maid’s urgent whisper cut through the silence.

A deep, dragging sound followed—like a massive stone door scraping against the floor.

Then—

Click. Click.

The sound of multiple footsteps approaching.

“Hey, hey, no need to panic.”

“Of course, I’m panicking! If anyone sees this, I’ll be executed!”

“Relax. It’s just one brat—we’ll have him out of here in no time. Thanks to that escape route you told us about, we can come and go without anyone noticing.”

A man’s voice—one Lior had never heard before.

From their conversation, it was obvious.

The maid had helped these men infiltrate the mansion.

They had used a hidden passage to sneak inside.

The estate had been built generations ago, so it wasn’t surprising that there were old escape routes even Lior wasn’t aware of.

And now, these men planned to use that very route to smuggle him out.

(A… kidnapping? I need to move—no, I need to run! But… my body… won’t respond…!)

He knew he had to escape.

His mind screamed at him to act.

—but his body remained paralyzed under the crushing weight of drowsiness.

Before he could resist, he felt himself being lifted.

Slung over someone’s shoulder like a sack of grain.

“Alright, hurry up and get the brat out of here! And once you get the ransom, you better bring me my share!”

“Ahh, about that…”

“What?! Don’t tell me you’re thinking of cutting my—ghhk!!”

“Yeah, you’re not getting a share. You’re not needed anymore.”

A faint gasp.

A dull thud—something heavy hitting the floor.

“That takes care of the loose end. Leave the ransom note… and we’re out.”

Lior fought desperately to stay conscious, but in the end.

His strength failed him, and darkness swallowed him whole.