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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

The world fell silent. Not the silence of peace—but the oppressive stillness before creation unmakes itself.

Darius stood beneath the fracturing sky, his dominion stretching in all directions—cities built of code and will, armies bound to his divine core, and three consorts standing at the edge of eternity beside him. And yet none of it mattered in this moment.

Because something beyond logic had begun to notice him.

High above, in the spiraling heart of the firmament, a crack split the heavens—black and endless, devouring the light of his artificial sun. Time warped around it. Concepts faltered. Colors bled into impossibilities.

From it emerged not a being, but a presence.

> "YOU HAVE BREACHED THAT WHICH SHOULD NOT BE TOUCHED."

The voice had no sound, yet thundered through every atom of his body. Celestia gasped, her divine aura flickering like a candle in a void-storm.

Chapter 59: The Void Speaks