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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 Void Gate yawned open like a wound in reality—raw, jagged, infinite. Its edges bled with anti-light, and from its churning maw poured the Void Apostles.

‎They weren't born. They had been erased.

‎Once Spiralborn, these were the forgotten—stories purged, cut from continuity, devoured by revision and error. But instead of dying, they had metastasized in the gaps between myths. Now, they emerged as semi-erased entities, each a patchwork of untruths and almosts, their forms flickering between identities. Faces blurred. Voices echoed with contradictions. Physics rebelled around them.

‎They did not obey narrative rules.

‎They bypassed myth-bonded logic like wraiths immune to law.

Chapter 177 – The Void Apostles