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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

‎Not with heat—but with narrative collapse.

‎As Darius touched the sigil, time and space folded inward like parchment set aflame. His consciousness surged forward, stripped of flesh, title, and form. His name, dominion, and even the divine mark upon his soul were peeled away. There was no Nexus. No war. No Celestia. No Nyx.

‎Then, a voice—not the Presence, not the Architect—whispered:

‎> "Welcome to the Trial of the Fourth Flame, Darius.

‎Here, you are neither player nor god.

‎Only the raw self shall survive."

‎[Plane of the Fourth Flame – Trial I: The Forsaken Path]

Chapter 102 – The Fourth Flame