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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

<p>The silence of the Nexus was broken by a palpable crackle, a disturbance deep within the veins of the world, as Darius stood at the center of the great hall, his eyes fixed on the shimmering threads of fate that had begun to weave around him. Celestia, Nyx, Kaela, and Azael's lingering spirit stood by his side, their presence heavy with the weight of the past.</p>

<p>‎Darius's hands trembled slightly as he reached out to grasp the cold, ancient tome in front of him, its cover inscribed with cryptic symbols that pulsed with forbidden energy. This was the Pact of Seven Wounds, a binding ritual that would not only tie the fates of his closest allies to his own but also grant him immeasurable power—at the cost of their past traumas.</p>

Chapter 116 – The Pact of Seven Wounds