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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

‎Its walls—once alive with hymns and divine circuitry—now pulsed with raw, formless energy. The ancient codes had been devoured. Only emotion, will, and desire remained.

‎And standing at the center of that holy ruin—

‎No longer just Hollow King. No longer merely god.

‎And beside him, unbound and radiant in celestial chaos—

‎The Rift-born. The Catalyst. The one who had never belonged to any realm, because she was forged between them.

‎They faced one another in silence. The storm slowed, as if pausing to witness what even the stars could not interpret.

‎Kaela stepped forward, her bare form wrapped only in veils of shifting voidlight. Her smile was wild—part hunger, part worship.

‎"You've become… unspeakable," she whispered.

Chapter 88: The King and the Catalyst‎(Mature Content)