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 41

“Haha… Hahahahahaha!!”

Laughter echoed through the air.

As if in sync with the swordsman’s laughter, the scout and the mage also laughed, their eyes vacant and hollow.

The laughter of the three resonated, blending into a chilling symphony.

“…!? Lior!!”

Ren’s mind finally caught up, lagging behind in the chaos.

Seeing Lior blown away, she kicked off the ground, dashing toward the collapsed ruin to save him.

“Whoa, hold on now.”

Whoosh!!

The mere movement of the swordsman generated a shockwave.

Before Ren even realized it, he was already standing in her way.

She thought about dodging, but by the time the thought formed, it was already too late.

A powerful impact surged through her body, and in the blink of an eye, she was caught in the swordsman’s grip.

The swordsman, holding Ren firmly, smirked with a twisted grin.

His eyes gleamed with feverish excitement.

“Incredible… absolutely incredible!! Right now, I can do anything. I can kill anyone!! No one can stand against me anymore!! Even that A-rank adventurer was nothing but a child before me. I am the strongest!!”

“Let go… you monster…!!”

“No way in hell. You piss me off, but you’ve got a pretty face. I’ll rip off your limbs and keep you as my pet. I’ll make you regret ever defying me.”

“Like hell you will…!!”

Ren struggled to break free from his grip, but it was futile.

The overwhelming difference in power was undeniable.

Just as an ant can never defeat an elephant, she couldn’t even fathom a way to overcome him.

His speed was overwhelming. His strength was absolute. A sheer wall of brute force loomed before her.

Ren’s body trembled.

She hadn’t felt fear like this since her first battle against a giant rat as an adventurer.

Death loomed before her, an inevitable fate, and the terror of powerlessness darkened her vision.

“Let go of my sister!!”

“Huh?”

Thunk!

A rock struck the swordsman’s face.

“…!? Luna!! No! Run!!”

It was Luna who had thrown the stone.

Now that she thought about it, the scout had mentioned something about the drug wearing off soon.

Luna must have heard the commotion and come to check.

But the timing couldn’t have been worse.

“Tch… That brat just threw a rock at my face…”

“Please… don’t hurt Luna. I don’t care what happens to me… Just spare her…”

“Hmm… Nope!”

Boom!!

The swordsman picked up the rock and threw it.

Like a cannonball, it tore through the air and—

A massive hole was blown through Luna’s body.

Her right abdomen to her chest was completely missing.

Her body collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud, spilling her insides onto the dirt.

“A-ah… Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!”

“Shut up. Don’t start screaming out of nowhere.”

“I’ll kill you!! I swear, I’ll never forgive you!! I’ll kill you!!”

“Shut up already.”

“Guh…!”

“Ah… Oops. Killed her. Oh well, no big deal.”

The swordsman casually released his grip, letting what was once Ren fall limply to the ground.

His expression was indifferent, as if he had merely dropped a coin.

Perhaps he felt a slight tinge of regret, but nothing more.

“I am the strongest. From now on, I can have anything—booze, women, food… Maybe I’ll start by taking over a town. That guild master bastard has it coming.”

Turning his back on the corpses strewn across the abandoned village, the swordsman set his sights on the town he used as his base.

With his newfound strength, taking over an entire town would be easy.

Humming to himself, he began walking—

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

A sound of crumbling rubble echoed behind him.

“…No, there shouldn’t be anything left alive in the village… Why is someone still moving?”

Turning toward the noise, he saw Lior crawling out from the debris.

Something was wrong. The swordsman furrowed his brow.

He was certain he had torn Lior’s body apart.

So why was he still alive? The thought twisted the swordsman’s mind into confusion.

Meanwhile, Lior scanned his surroundings.

His eyes fell upon the lifeless bodies of Ren and Luna.

They were dead. Both of them were dead.

They had been kind to him.

This was the first time someone he cared about had died.

A dark, murky emotion swelled in his chest, like storm clouds gathering.

He exhaled slowly, as if trying to release the heat of his fury.

But even that wasn’t enough to quell the feelings boiling within.

So, he looked up at the sky, trying to steady himself.

“…It’s okay. I can still make it in time. I just need to stay calm.”

Murmuring to himself, Lior pushed himself up from the rubble.

“Why the hell are you still alive?”

The swordsman voiced the question that was only natural.

Anyone would be bewildered if the person they had killed was suddenly standing before them.

But Lior didn’t have the patience to explain.

“I don’t die.”

He spat out the words.

He had no intention of engaging in conversation.

Stepping off the rubble, Lior slowly extended his right hand.

As if grasping at the void.

“I don’t get it… Fine then, I’ll kill you until you stay dead!!”

The swordsman lunged at Lior.

His speed was monstrous. His strength was overwhelming.

Pure, unrelenting violence—that was his power.

In an instant, he closed the distance and brought his arm down.

With that alone, Lior’s upper body was obliterated.

Bl00d sprayed. Organs scattered.

Lior should have died.

That was how nature worked. That was the rule of the world.

“…What the hell is this…?”

But Lior did not die.

The bl00d that had splattered into the air, the flesh that had been torn apart, even the shredded fabric of his clothes—

Everything rewound, returning to him as if time itself had reversed.

The world itself denied his death.

“I told you. I don’t die. It’s not a matter of regeneration or immortality. My death simply does not exist in this world. ‘Death’ is ‘denied,’ and that’s why I am ‘Immortal.'”

“What… What the hell are you saying…?”

“And let me apologize in advance—because I’m about to cheat. Forgive me.”

“Huh? …!!”

Before the swordsman realized it, a sword had appeared in Lior’s outstretched right hand.

A pitch-black blade, speckled with shimmering stardust.

Like a condensed fragment of the night sky.

Seeing it, cold sweat erupted from the swordsman’s entire body.

A primal terror and repulsion gripped him.

That sword—

It should not exist in this world.

It wasn’t just because he had become a monster that he could sense it.

Anyone, anywhere, would feel the same.

That sword denied the very foundation of existence.

It was an abomination, a calamity, a force that shattered the natural order.

“What the hell is that sword… What the hell are you!?”

A feeling akin to duty surged within the swordsman.

He had to destroy that sword.

It was the obligation of all living beings in this world.

Raising his arm, he swung it down upon Lior and his cursed blade—

And then—

By the time he noticed—

His vision had already shattered into fragments.

Lior hadn’t moved an inch. Not even a single fingertip.

And yet, the swordsman’s body was in pieces, scattered across the ground.

“I really didn’t intend to use the power I brought from the other side. After all, if I was given the chance to be reborn into a new world, I wanted to enjoy it from the beginning, just like anyone else would.”

Even though his body had been torn apart, the swordsman was not dead.

The fusion of three bodies into a monstrous form had granted him an abnormal regeneration ability.

His severed limbs and chunks of flesh slithered back together like a slime, restoring him to his original form.

“But… I suppose I was more emotionally immature than I thought. Seeing the people I care about hurt, I just couldn’t hold back. If it meant saving them, I found myself willing to resort to any cheat or glitch available.”

Fully restored, the swordsman grinned.

However, rather than a confident smirk, it looked more like a desperate attempt to reassure himself.

“Haha…!! You’re not the only one who doesn’t die!! I’m just as immortal as you are!!”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“…What?”

Lior looked at the regenerated swordsman with nothing but pity.

In that instant, the swordsman’s body was once again torn into shreds.

But this time, it wasn’t just being sliced apart.

From within Lior’s shadow, metallic claws slithered forth, followed by the head of a dragon, emerging into the dim light.

“Welcome to an endless hell.”

With those final words from Lior, the dragon swallowed the swordsman whole.