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 38

While Ren was engaged in battle with the swordsman, Lior was facing off against the scout and the mage.

“Come on, come on!!”

The scout lunged at Lior, wildly swinging his dagger.

His attacks were crude and unrefined, but thanks to the mysterious blade he wielded, his physical abilities had been enhanced to an explosive degree.

Even a clumsy strike, when backed by overwhelming strength, could be devastating.

Just as a dragon’s tail swing could easily crush a human, each of his blows carried the potential for fatal damage.

(The power is impressive… but as long as I don’t get hit, it’s not a problem.)

No matter how strong an attack was, it meant nothing if it didn’t land.

Lior dodged effortlessly, using only the minimal movements necessary to evade the scout’s strikes.

He had always been able to read his enemies’ movements through the flow of mana, but after his training in the Serpent Temple, he had refined his ability to perceive mana at a much more intricate level.

The scout’s straightforward attacks were completely predictable.

Lior dodged them as easily as if he were taking a morning stroll.

For an opponent of this level, he could have ended the fight at any moment.

However, certain conditions made things complicated this time.

As he parried the scout’s strikes, Lior released a silent mana slash from his sword.

The “Moon Veil” technique of the Zangetsu style—an invisible attack with low power.

“I can attack too, you know.”

“Gah!? …Heh. That’s nothing. I’ll heal right up in no time!”

Lior’s “Moon Veil” sliced through the scout’s eye.

Bl00d splattered as the eyeball was gouged out.

But the wound was instantly burned shut by black flames.

(As expected, weak attacks heal too quickly…)

One of the most troublesome factors was the scout’s absurd regeneration.

Minor wounds didn’t even count as damage.

On top of that, his defensive capabilities were formidable.

A careless sword swing wouldn’t be enough to cut through his hardened muscles.

That meant Lior had only one option—finishing him off with a powerful technique.

(If I use Storm Moon, I could cut him to pieces all at once…)

Lior readied his sword while dodging the scout’s attacks.

“I won’t let you!”

“…Yeah, I figured.”

The moment he tried to use a powerful technique, black flames shot toward him from the mage.

That forced him to prioritize defense over offense, making it impossible to unleash his attack.

The scout’s abnormal regeneration.

Their sheer number of attacks due to working as a pair.

Because of these two factors, Lior was unable to land a decisive blow.

“Dodging alone won’t win you the fight! Not that attacking would do you any good either!! I’ve been granted the power of a demon—I’m immortal! Your pathetic attacks won’t do a damn thing!!”

“Immortal, huh…?”

Lior didn’t know exactly how much damage the scout could withstand.

But if he was claiming to be immortal, that suited him just fine.

A delighted smile spread across Lior’s face.

“That’s great. We can kill each other as much as we want.”

“…What!?”

“Tch! Don’t mess with me! You’re the one who’s gonna die!”

“Hey, time to finish this! Cast your spell in sync with my attack!”

“Understood. Let’s put an end to him.”

The scout’s attacks intensified.

At the same time, the mage hurled black fireballs.

It was a saturation attack meant to cut off Lior’s escape routes.

No matter how skilled a fighter was, they couldn’t dodge when there was nowhere to go.

(I’ll allow some hits. I just need to avoid anything fatal.)

Thin cuts began appearing on Lior’s pale skin, and crimson bl00d seeped from the wounds.

“Hah! You’re slowing down! Time to die!!”

“Sorry, but I’m aiming for a no-continue run this time.”

“The hell are you talking about!?”

Stab!

The scout’s dagger found its mark—piercing Lior’s chest.

Bl00d spilled down his torso.

“I won!!”

The scout grinned, as if proclaiming his victory.

And then—

SLASH!

His arm was severed cleanly.

“Aaaaghhhh!?”

“You shouldn’t let your guard down. The moment you’re sure of victory is when you’re most vulnerable. I’ve learned that the hard way… many times.”

“W-why the hell are you still alive…!?”

The scout staggered back, clutching his bleeding shoulder, eyes wide with fear.

Even the mage was frozen in shock, staring at Lior with the dagger still embedded in his chest.

“If you’ve died enough times, you start to understand.”

“You learn exactly which wounds are fatal and which ones aren’t.”

“Where you stabbed me… just barely missed anything vital. No major organs, no critical arteries—it’s not a lethal wound.”

Lior had died hundreds of times in this body.

Through trial and error, he had memorized the fine line between life and death.

He had deliberately taken the scout’s attack in a non-lethal spot—just so he could exploit that brief moment of overconfidence.

This was the true way to fight when you really couldn’t die.

“…Too bad for you. You’re not a true immortal.”

“Your arm isn’t growing back.”

“O-of course it isn’t…! Only a real monster could do that…!”

“I see.”

Lior sighed in disappointment.

The scout wasn’t truly immortal—just someone who had gained high regeneration and let it go to his head.

“Well then, I think it’s time to end this.”

“D-don’t get cocky!!”

“Oh? Are you saying you still have something up your sleeve?”

Lior’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Final transformations were a staple of boss fights.

Would this one have something interesting?

He turned his gaze toward the mage.

The mage had raised his staff toward the sky.

At its tip, a black fireball began forming.

At first, it was the size of a soccer ball.

But it rapidly grew larger.

(Ah, a big attack pattern. Even if the scout’s injured, he can at least hold me back long enough for the spell to go off. Stopping it might be tricky…)

The fireball swelled like a miniature sun.

Now—how should he deal with it?