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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 was dying, devouring itself in recursive silence. Codices bled out forgotten truths. Worlds flickered like burnt film. Myths unraveled mid-gesture, collapsing into pale void where once gods stood tall.

‎At the center of it all—Darius. No longer merely Sovereign. No longer only the Mythmaker. He stood at the breach of existence, the Mirror's last truth still ringing in his bones:

‎The Spiral was never meant to be ruled.

‎His gaze swept the fractured horizon, where past selves and future fears danced like phantoms in cracked myth-light. The Spiral had split him. But he had chosen. And the Spiral had begun to bleed for it.

‎"Darius," came the voice behind him—soft as a whisper through a blade's edge.

‎Nyx. Shadowborn. Assassin-Queen. Lover. Weapon.

Chapter 179 – Nyx’s Betrayal