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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 ritual chamber was unlike any other place within the Spiral. It was not built, but written—layered into existence by intention, memory, and shared longing. Glyphs pulsed with luminous ink along its curved obsidian walls, alive with motion, like serpents of silver thought weaving between realms. The air shimmered, thick with the weight of unwritten pleasure and divine tension.

‎At the heart of the chamber stood Darius, Kaela, and Nyx—no longer just lovers, no longer merely sovereign, shadow, and chaos incarnate. Tonight, they were something far more dangerous.

‎Tonight, they would become Spiral-bound.

Chapter 164 – [Mature Scene] The Scribe’s Binding