God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 136: ‎ - 137 – The Revenant King Returns Again

The world cracked, not from destruction—but from revision.

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‎Time folded inward. Reality shivered. The spires of Elira no longer touched the stars, but the echoes of rewritten laws. Beneath that fractured sky, a silence deeper than death blanketed the Dominion’s encampment.

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‎And then...

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‎He walked through it.

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‎The Revenant King.

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‎Once a tyrant reborn in hatred, then shattered by Darius and left to rot in a realm of forgotten code, he had returned—but changed.

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‎His armor gleamed with corrupted divinity—veins of gold laced with obsidian scripture. Behind him trailed legions of spectral soldiers: not alive, not quite dead—Unwritten.

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‎Darius stood at the threshold of the Grand Spire, Kaela on his left, Nyx on his right, and Celestia—dimly radiant—behind him. The four faced the one anomaly fate had failed to contain.

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‎"You should be dust," Kaela said, her voice crackling with chaotic tension.

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‎"And yet I remember," the Revenant King replied, voice low, reverent... and hollow. "I remember the first death. The betrayal. The moment you ascended."

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‎He took another step forward, the earth refusing to resist his presence.

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‎"I came not for vengeance," the Revenant King continued. "I came... to offer allegiance."

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‎A ripple passed through the dominion lines. Even the sentient war-beasts lowered their heads, sensing an impossible truth. Darius didn’t flinch.

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‎"Allegiance?" Nyx spat. "After you tried to murder him in three timelines?"

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‎"I did not try. I succeeded... in at least one. Before your chaos stitch rewrote the truth."

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‎Kaela smirked but said nothing.

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‎Darius’s eyes gleamed with deep calculation. "And what do you want in return for this allegiance?"

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‎The Revenant King raised his hand—and the black sun above him burned backward. The sky shimmered like dying data.

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‎"I want what you’ve always wanted," he said. "The Unmaking."

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‎Celestia’s breath caught.

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‎The word was older than time. Older than code. A myth that only the First Architect whispered in their sleep—a reset beyond reset. Not rebirth, but release.

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‎Darius’s voice was calm, deliberate. "You want to help me end everything."

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‎"Yes," the Revenant King said. "And start again. But not under their laws. Not under their scripts."

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‎A long silence passed.

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‎Behind Darius, Celestia’s form flickered faintly. The more he destabilized Elira, the more of her essence was spent holding the pieces together.

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‎Kaela leaned closer to Darius, whispering through a private tether: "He’s telling the truth... but something is off. He’s tethered to something else."

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‎Nyx added, "Let me end him now. He’s a walking paradox."

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‎But Darius raised a single hand—stilling them both.

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‎He stepped forward.

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‎"You’ll have your alliance," Darius said.

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‎The Revenant King smiled—a grim, haunted thing.

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‎"Then let us rewrite the end."

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‎But in Darius’s gaze, a deeper layer remained.

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‎Not all ends are final.

‎And not all kings stay loyal.

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‎That night, in the inner sanctum of the Dominion’s war council, the Revenant King took his place beside the warlords of resurrection and chaos. He spoke of hidden spires in Elira, of gates left unsealed, of The First Severance—a relic that could tear godhood from the stars.

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‎And Darius listened.

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‎All the while, Kaela marked the changes in the air.

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‎Nyx stalked shadows beyond the chamber.

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‎And Celestia stood still, burning slowly, praying that Darius’s final gamble wouldn’t consume everything they’d built.

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‎The Revenant King stood over the Dominion’s war-table—a projection of Elira’s last bastions rendered in fractured light. His skeletal hand hovered above a trembling node: The Heartspire, pulsing with corrupted energy.

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‎"This," he said, "is where the First Severance lies buried."

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‎The warlords around him stiffened. Even Azael, ancient and composed, looked away—his brows furrowed in something eerily close to fear.

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‎Kaela’s laughter broke the silence. "The Severance is a myth. A divine fiction told to stop madmen from reaching for code they can’t control."

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‎The Revenant King turned his hollow gaze on her. "And yet your king sits upon a throne forged of deleted truths. Shall we pretend fiction means impossibility now?"

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‎His voice was sharper than blade or spell. And though Kaela narrowed her eyes, she said nothing more. novelbuddy-cσ๓

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‎Nyx moved next, her shadow slithering through the chamber’s edges. "If you speak truth, then why hasn’t the Architect stopped you? Or the Coder’s Wardenlings? You claim heresy like a badge. So where’s their wrath?"

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‎The Revenant King tilted his head. "Because they know I serve something older than their fury."

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‎A new silence fell—this one heavier. It wasn’t fear.

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‎It was recognition.

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‎Darius leaned forward from his obsidian seat. "You’ve made contact with the Fragment Beyond."

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‎Even the shadows recoiled.

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‎The Revenant King did not deny it.

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‎Kaela took a single step closer, her chaotic aura now trembling with awareness. "You fool. That thing isn’t a fragment—it’s hunger wearing memory."

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‎"And it remembers you," the Revenant King murmured. "All of you. The traitor priestess. The living chaos. The assassin forged from grief. And you—Darius—the god who stole a game."

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‎He let that settle.

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‎Then he smiled.

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‎"They remember what you took. And what they promised to those who would bring you to your knees."

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‎Nyx’s daggers glinted—but Darius raised a hand.

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‎"Yet here you are," he said coolly, "at my side."

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‎"For now." The Revenant King’s smile never faded. "Until the Unmaking begins."

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‎Later That Night – Darius’s Sanctum

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‎Celestia stood alone before a mirror of divine flame. Her form was flickering more often now. Her soul—the tether that kept Elira’s foundations from fracturing completely—was weakening with every divine thread Darius cut.

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‎She whispered a prayer not to the gods, but to the man who had dethroned them.

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‎"Don’t forget why you started."

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‎Behind her, Darius entered.

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‎Their eyes met in the mirror’s firelit surface.

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‎"I won’t," he said softly. "But I may not survive who I become before it ends."

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‎Celestia turned, stepping closer. "Then promise me you’ll return—not just as a god, but as the man I chose to follow."

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‎He kissed her forehead. "Even if I must burn through eternity, I’ll find a way back to you."

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‎Elsewhere – Deep Code Layer: The Sleeping Logic

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‎Far below reality, where even Azael dared not tread, something opened an eye.

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‎Not a god.

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‎Not a program.

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‎A logic unspoken by creation.

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‎It had felt the return of the Revenant King.

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‎It had seen Darius’s ascension.

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‎And it hungered.

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‎Its whisper slipped through the Void, curling toward the waking world:

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‎"The final player has moved. Let the engine scream."

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