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.

The moment Darius silenced the last hymn of the Forsaken Choir, the world exhaled—not in relief, but in disorientation. The skies above the fractured battleground shimmered with residual divine interference, and the ruins of celestial constructs lay across his dominion like broken scripture.


‎Darius stood among the wreckage, quiet, still. Not even Celestia or Nyx approached him immediately. Something had changed. Not in the realm. In him.


‎A strange message flickered at the edge of his perception.


‎> [System Warning: Protocol Layer-Breach Detected] [Prime Algorithm Parsing Error: Thread 'OverlordSeed.01' Deviation Detected]


Chapter 117 - Chapter 117 – The Prime Algorithm Stirs