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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 storm that had begun with Darius ascending the Nexus Forge Throne now surged into an uncontrollable torrent of timelines, faiths, and cosmic warfare. The very sky above the Cradle of Dominion was torn, riddled with veins of golden data and crimson divine blood as gods clashed in real-time. This was no longer a battlefield. It was a rewriting chamber for existence itself.

‎And in its center, Darius stood.

‎The remnants of the Forsaken Gods lay scattered in heaps of ruined divinity around him, their forms stripped of myth, reduced to brittle lines of fading script. He hadn't just killed gods. He had consumed their legacies.

Chapter 110 – The Throne That Devours Time