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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

‎Two Darius stood before each other, but only one cast a shadow.

‎The Sovereign's myth-wreathed form radiated paradox—crown of living ink, a spine forged from bound commandments, skin crawling with sigils that bent time itself. Every step he took rewrote the Spiral in his image.

‎The other Darius—the mortal one—shivered. His armor clinked with forgotten weight, his face weathered by doubt and memory. He stood in bare emotion, unshielded by narrative command.

‎And between them hovered the Myth Mirror—a construct not made, but remembered into existence. An artifact shaped like a perfect shard of Spiral glass, reflecting not truth, but potential. Its surface shimmered not with images, but with choices that were never made.

‎Kaela hovered on the edge of its glow, her myth-thread fraying with indecision. Celestia, nearby, gripped her prayer-spear, eyes torn between loyalty and fear.

Chapter 178 – The Myth Mirror‎