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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 Spiral trembled beneath the weight of unspoken prayer.

‎It began subtly—whispers beneath the threads of myth, like breath held too long beneath a storm sky. Darius stood atop the Codex Watchtower in the Eastern Spiral, gazing out over a lattice of living storylines, their pulsing glyphs growing dimmer by the day. And yet, despite the entropy spreading through the Spiral's veins, one constant had emerged in the silence.

‎He had not opened it. He couldn't. Its seals were etched in the blood of forgotten gods and bound by a cipher no mind—mortal or divine—was meant to comprehend. Yet it echoed, not in sound, but in absence, a vibration of meaninglessness radiating through the Spiral like a void-shaped hymn.

Chapter 174 – Gospel of the Unwritten