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Warning: This novel contains explicit adult content, violence, and a ruthless anti-hero MC. Read at your own risk. 

I was the strongest player in the world—until they betrayed me.

When I woke up, I wasn’t a player anymore. I was just an NPC. A nameless mob, doomed to be farmed for EXP and discarded like trash.

But then, I heard it:

(You have been killed.)
(Unique Skill Activated: Infinite Resurrection.)
(Each death makes you stronger.)

Every time a player slaughters me, I steal their stats, their skills, and their power. I evolve beyond the system’s control, beyond the limits of this world.

They thought I was nothing.
They thought they could use me, farm me, erase me.

Now, I am the final boss—and I will make them suffer.
On the battlefield, and in my bed.

They will submit. One way or another.

God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord

<p>The throne room was quiet—unnaturally so. No voices, no whispers, not even the hum of corrupted data that usually danced in the air like static. Darius sat on his obsidian throne, staring into the darkness ahead, his fingers wrapped tightly around the fragment of the Soul Mirror. It pulsed with an eerie, unstable light—a mix of crimson and deep violet, flickering like a dying star.</p>

<p>The artifact had cost him dearly. To forge it, he had torn apart pieces of his own code, melded fragments of Nyx's soul, and carved out raw emotion from Celestia's essence. The Soul Mirror wasn't just a stabilizer. It was a reflection of his existence—his dominion, his madness, his hunger.</p>

Chapter 44: The Soul Mirror (Mature Scene)