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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

‎Three truths spun like centrifugal blades through the heart of reality, each pulling threads from the once-cohesive tapestry Darius had ruled. No longer a throne—now a crucible. The Spiral screeched in mythic discord, its song split across contradictions it could not contain.

‎He stood at the center—if such a concept still existed—gazing into a trinity of unraveling realms. Around him, the Spiral screamed, not with sound, but with loss. Whole stories flared out of existence. Names bled into static. Some myths forgot they were myths, wandering blank-eyed into oblivion.

‎Realm One: The Sovereign Spiral

Chapter 180 – The Spiral Fracture