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 5

Several days had passed since the kidnapping incident.

At first, the mansion had been in chaos—Mason collapsing, messengers being sent to inform Lior’s father, and a flurry of activity to restore order.

But now, things had finally settled down, and daily life had returned to normal.

A bright morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the estate.

After finishing breakfast, Lior strolled through the halls and greeted a nearby maid with a friendly smile.

“Good morning! The weather’s nice to—”

“L-Lord Lior?! I-I’m terribly sorry! I have other duties to attend to—please excuse me!”

Before he could even finish, the maid hurried away, practically running from him.

Left standing alone, Lior slumped his shoulders in disappointment.

(…Yeah, I figured. They’re still afraid of me.)

Ever since his return, he had been trying to mend relationships with the mansion’s staff.

He made an effort to smile more, speak kindly, and be approachable.

But no matter what he did, the servants remained wary—whenever he approached, they found an excuse to leave.

It was like trying to befriend a skittish wildcat.

And, honestly, it wasn’t surprising.

If someone you knew suddenly acted completely different, you’d be unsettled too.

The contrast between his former tyrannical self and his new, polite demeanor was too drastic—it only made people more suspicious.

But Lior, who had spent years alone in Drag Machina, wasn’t good at reading social cues.

He had no idea why people were still avoiding him.

All he could do was tilt his head in confusion.

“Why, though? I don’t get it.”

“Felicia, does my face look scary?”

“Not at all. I think you’re very handsome, Lord Lior.”

The only person who didn’t treat him differently was Felicia—a young beastkin girl.

Her black, medium-length hair swayed slightly as her cat-like ears twitched atop her head.

Her tail, peeking out from beneath her maid uniform, stood straight like an antenna.

Felicia had been captured alongside Lior during the kidnapping.

Her injuries had fully healed, and even her torn-out nails had regrown—thanks to a little cheating on Lior’s part.

After recovering, she had been hired as a maid and had stayed by his side ever since.

(Felicia says I look fine, but… is there some other reason why everyone avoids me?)

Lior turned to a polished window, glancing at his reflection.

His own faint image stared back at him.

His jet-black hair shone in the morning light.

His sharp, slightly upturned eyes gave off a cat-like appearance.

His expression was soft, almost reserved, making him seem mild-mannered rather than intimidating.

(I don’t think I look scary… But honestly? As long as I look human, that’s good enough.)

In Drag Machina, humanoid figures were the exception, not the norm.

Compared to creatures with faces covered in eyes, Lior considered himself perfectly normal.

Which was exactly why he didn’t trust his own judgment.

(Maybe I should practice smiling more…?)

Lior touched his cheeks, gently lifting the corners of his lips.

What stared back at him in the window was an awkward, forced grin.

Even a monkey could probably manage a more natural smile.

As he stared at his own reflection, a faint memory surfaced.

(Wait… Haven’t I seen a game character who looked like this before?)

In his past life, Lior had been a gamer.

Of course, most of his memories were dominated by the endless struggle of Drag Machina, but before that, he had played other games as well.

And in one of them—

There was a character who looked exactly like him.

(What was that game called again…? Oh, right. Last Quest.)

It was a classic turn-based RPG, one he had played years ago.

And in that game—

There was a recurring enemy who was an absolute pain to deal with.

(Wait… wasn’t his name also Lior? And wasn’t he… a noble’s son? A spoiled, arrogant brat who loved throwing his weight around?)

Lior’s brain started connecting the dots.

He and Game Lior shared:

• The same name.
• The same appearance.
• The same noble status.
• The same insufferable personality.

(This… this isn’t just a coincidence, is it?)

The more he thought about it, the more the pieces fit together.

He wasn’t just similar to that character.

He was that character.

(Wait, doesn’t Lior die at the end of Last Quest…?)

That was not a comforting realization.

His memory was hazy, but he was pretty sure that Game Lior didn’t survive to the ending.

(So if I just keep living as I am… am I going to end up dead like him?)

For a brief moment, a chill ran down his spine.

Then—

“Oh, wait. I can’t die.”

And just like that, the panic vanished.

It didn’t matter if he was supposed to die.

His immortality made any so-called doom flag meaningless.

Even if fate tried to kill him, he’d break it to pieces just by existing.

(Well, whatever. Not my problem.)

His mind quickly moved on to something far more interesting.

(If this is really Last Quest, then that means there should be tons of strong monsters around… right?)

His heart pounded with excitement.

Last Quest was known for its hidden bosses, some of which were even stronger than the final boss.

For many players, the real game didn’t start until after the main story was over.

Lior grinned.

The thought of challenging powerful enemies thrilled him.

In Drag Machina, he had fought and died countless times.

But he had never stopped—because he loved the fight.

Even now, that desire remained.

Even after escaping Drag Machina, he still longed for battle.

(I should probably set some limits… Maybe I’ll avoid using Drag Machina’s magic and start training from scratch.)

(After all, half the fun is preparing for the fight.)

As he walked forward, his smile came naturally—

Unlike before, when he had to force it.

For the first time, it wasn’t awkward or practiced—

It was a genuine grin, full of anticipation.