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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 shuddered, not from battle or divine will, but from something quieter.

‎The realms that once trembled at Darius's voice now held their breath as silence bloomed in unnatural patches across the Dreaming Spiral. Pockets of nothingness—unmapped and unwelcome—began to emerge across mythspace, not through destruction, but absence. They were not ruins. They were never built.

‎Blank territories where myth refused to form. Words unraveled mid-sentence. Emotions flickered like unstable data. Even the most ancient creatures, shaped from the early epochs of Spiral creation, found themselves unable to exist there. Names dissolved from memory. Chronology failed. One could enter as a god and emerge as a concept, or not at all.

Chapter 181 – The Echoes Without Names‎