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 39

The black flames swelled like the sun.

The sorcerer, the one controlling the flames, grinned triumphantly as he watched the massive fire grow.

“H-Haha!! I’ll incinerate you with this fire!! This is the ‘Devil’s Flame,’ something no human can wield!! No matter what tricks you try, this hellfire will burn everything to ashes!!”

“A flame that no human can wield…? Now that I think about it, it feels similar to the magic and aura the Goblin Demon used.”

What came to mind was the goblin hunt outside the mansion.

There, the goblins had been performing some kind of eerie ritual, and as a result, a goblin had transformed into a demonic entity.

Lior had named it the Goblin Demon as a temporary designation. The magic it had wielded and the black flames the sorcerer controlled now had a strikingly similar magical aura.

(Could it be that crackling magic was also demonic magic? If so, that would explain why it was an undiscovered attribute.)

The black flames the sorcerer wielded were fundamentally different from ordinary fire magic.

However, they were also distinct from the attributes the Goblin Demon had used. Perhaps demons had their own unique elemental attributes.

“So I was right not to show this to others.”

“What are you mumbling about—!? W-Why do you have that attribute!?”

Black lightning crackled around Lior’s body.

It was the same attribute the Goblin Demon had wielded.

During their battle, Lior had simply imitated it—and somehow, it had worked.

“T-That’s impossible…!! This power is supposed to be wielded only by demons!! How can a mere brat like you use such magic!?”

“Hmm…? I just copied it, and it worked.”

“D-Don’t be ridiculous!! We cast aside our humanity to obtain this power—so why—!?”

It wasn’t as if Lior could explain it.

He had no idea why it worked—it just did.

“Huh? My sword is crackling too…”

The black lightning was Lior’s magic.

But now, even the sword in his hand was responding, buzzing ominously.

Come to think of it, this sword had been made from the Goblin Demon’s remains.

Could it be reacting to Lior’s magic, activating some unknown function?

(What is this? This feels weird… like something’s being drained from me…)

Something was being absorbed into the sword from Lior.

However, he couldn’t tell what.

It was like trying to notice water evaporating from the ocean—it happened, but no one felt it.

The ocean never seemed to shrink because rivers replenished it.

It was like how a billionaire losing a few million wouldn’t even notice.

Something was definitely being drained, but it was immediately replenished, making it impossible to identify what was missing.

(And now it’s crackling even more… Is this okay? It’s not going to explode, is it?)

In animated shows, machines often sparked right before they exploded.

It was giving off that kind of vibe.

It felt as though something was about to burst out of the sword.

While Lior was distracted by his sword, the sorcerer had apparently finished preparing his spell.

He moved his staff, sending the gigantic black fireball flying.

“Damn you!! Just disappear already!!”

“Ugh, that’s terrifying… I guess I’ll just point this somewhere else…”

The massive fireball surged toward Lior.

But he had no time to worry about it—his crackling sword was far more concerning.

Instinctively, he pointed the sword skyward.

Coincidentally, it was aimed right at the incoming fireball.

BOOOOOOM!!

A thunderous roar tore through the air.

Black lightning burst from Lior’s sword. The enormous bolt obliterated the fireball and shot into the heavens.

“Huh…?”

“…What?”

“What the hell was that…?”

All three combatants stared at the sky.

Mouths agape, they tracked the bolt of lightning as it climbed higher.

No one had expected that attack.

The first to regain his senses was the scout.

The pain of his severed arm reminded him that he was still in battle.

Snapping his head toward Lior, he saw that the boy was still gaping at the sky.

This was his chance.

With his remaining hand, the scout drew a dagger and lunged at Lior.

“Oh, that’s dangerous.”

“Guh!!”

SLASH!!

With a single swing of his crackling sword, Lior sent the scout flying with exaggerated force.

The lightning had amplified his attack’s power.

Now that the scout had lost an arm, he was no match.

“Stand back! I’ll handle this with my magic!!”

The sorcerer fired another black fireball.

But the moment Lior swung his sword, black lightning erupted and swallowed the fireball whole.

The lightning didn’t stop there—it streaked straight toward the sorcerer.

The sorcerer clenched his eyes shut—

But the lightning barely missed him, piercing a tree behind him instead.

“I still haven’t learned how to launch magic properly…”

“Tch…!! We can’t win like this… We’re retreating!!”

“R-Right… If we regroup with the swordsman, we can still win!”

Realizing they had no chance, the scout and sorcerer turned to flee.

They ran through the circle of black flames.

“Don’t worry. He won’t be able to escape that ring of fire… If he tries, he’ll be burned alive…”

The sorcerer was right.

Lior couldn’t dispel these black flames.

He stepped closer to the wall of fire and cautiously reached out a hand.

It was blisteringly hot. If he forced his way through, he wouldn’t just be burned—he’d be completely incinerated.

“Hurry up!!”

“I know—Huh!?”

“W-Why… Why is he walking through the flames!?”

Burns and incineration—such concerns didn’t apply to Lior.

Engulfed in roaring flames, he stepped through the fire.

“Did you really think this would stop me?”

Even as the inferno consumed him, Lior grinned.

He could feel pain—but that didn’t matter.

He had long since grown accustomed to it.

More than anything, he couldn’t stand letting a fight slip away.

“Look, you can still fight with one arm, right? Even if you lose all four limbs, as long as you’re alive, you can still fight. Clench your blade like you’re ready to rip out someone’s throat. Your magic hasn’t run dry yet. Even that black flame still has uses. Burn this forest to the ground if you have to—because neither of us is dead yet. This fight isn’t over.”

“H-Hiiii!! M-Monster!!”

The scout let out a pathetic scream.

A stain spread from his crotch.

The sorcerer, too, had gone pale, unable to even lift a hand in attack.

Seeing them, Lior frowned.

They had lost their will to fight.

Their spirits were broken.

They were no longer opponents worth fighting.

“Hiiiiiii!!”

“W-Wait for me!!”

“…They ran away.”

Shrieking, the scout and sorcerer fled.

Lior sighed.

Brushing the lingering flames off himself, he casually started walking.