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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 sky above Nexus Umbral was no longer bound by logic.

‎Not shattered like glass, nor torn like cloth—but cracked, like the mask of a liar forced to smile too long. Veins of light pulsed across the firmament, each beat synchronized with Darius's breath. When he inhaled, stars flickered into being. When he exhaled, entire constellations trembled in fear.

‎Beneath that warped firmament, the world twisted.

‎Time no longer ran forward. It coiled, spiraled, whispered secrets back to itself. Mountains stood where rivers flowed yesterday. Cities burned and rebuilt in seconds, only to flicker away like hallucinations. Worshippers appeared mid-prayer, kneeling to idols that hadn't been born yet.

‎All of it flowed from him—the Divergent God.

Chapter 101 – Cracks in the Sky