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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

‎Not empty—but pregnant with new potential. A quiet that vibrated with meaning too new for names, too raw for understanding.

‎Darius stood at its center, wrapped in the afterglow of rebirth. Not of body. Not of soul. But of essence.

‎Now the Spiral would have to remember him, too.

‎The Codex Null hovered beside him—open, pages blank where his story should be. Symbols flickered across its vellum skin, trying to form meaning around him, to define him, but failed.

‎Every time it began to write—

‎His name became a recursive paradox.

Chapter 186 – The Unwritten King