God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 114 - 115 – Revenant King Ascends
Chapter 114: Chapter 115 – Revenant King Ascends
The sky over the Veiled Reaches bled memory.
What had once been a sanctuary—a city preserved in crystalline glass, frozen echoes of lost times—now cracked beneath the weight of returning power. Memories shimmered in the air like fractured ghosts, looping scenes of laughter, betrayal, and forgotten oaths.
And in the heart of that mirrored ruin, the Revenant King opened his eyes.
His body was no longer bound by decay or mortal limitation. The corrupted shard of the Prime Coder’s soul pulsed within his chest, a jagged glyph of raw logic and divine paradox. His breath summoned error messages. His footsteps rewrote terrain. He no longer moved through reality—he recompiled it with every thought.
Behind him stood Lumaera, the Weeping Flame.
Her eyes were galaxies of forsaken futures. In her hands, she held a blade of molten potential—Glassmourn, forged from the emotions left behind by gods who’d abandoned their roles. Fused with the Revenant’s algorithmic core, the weapon was now a paradox: one that could unwrite gods, not through destruction—but through narrative overwrite.
"Soon," the Revenant whispered, "his flame will burn too brightly. And I will be the shade that devours it."
[Meanwhile – Nexus Citadel, War Council Hall]
Darius stood before a hollowed projection of the world, now cracked along divine ley lines. His new divine senses—tempered by the Forge Throne and the Unwritten Flame—throbbed with warnings. A flickering icon pulsed near the Veiled Reaches.
The Revenant’s mark.
Azael’s spirit—housed now within a floating obsidian shard—flashed crimson. "He’s back. But he’s not what he was. That isn’t resurrection... It’s versioning. The Prime Coder’s corrupted essence didn’t revive him—it deployed him."
Celestia’s face was grim. "Then it’s begun. The Second Collapse."
Nyx stepped into the hall, cloak of black fire trailing behind her. "We move now. No more containment. No more waiting."
[Veiled Reaches – City of Glass Memories]
Darius arrived atop a tower of frozen thought, flanked by Nyx and Celestia. The silence shattered instantly as the Revenant King stepped forward, glass shattering beneath him with every stride.
"Darius," he intoned, voice echoing with layered code. "Did you truly think you were the only chosen variable?"
Darius’s eyes narrowed. "You were discarded. A failed prototype."
"I was refined. Broken, yes. But what is divinity but iteration? You rule with flame—I’ll rule with echo. We’ll see which the world remembers."
The two titans clashed.
[Battle – Reality-Warped Combat]
Their clash was beyond magic.
Each strike Darius delivered bent the code of the world, turning time backward or sideways. Each parry from the Revenant recompiled the attack into new events—twisting cause and effect. Their duel fractured the city around them. Towers fell sideways. Memories bled from walls. Forgotten NPCs briefly flickered into life, confused and screaming.
Celestia held back Lumaera in a duel of essence versus potential. Nyx struck from shadows between thought, severing divine code with her Blade of the Last Name—but even she could not land a fatal strike.
And then it happened.
The Revenant whispered the old override code.
"Alt:Root:God(Rewrite/Null)."
And the world paused.
[Darius’s Mindscape – Fracture Moment]
In a fraction of non-time, Darius found himself in a dark chamber. The Revenant stood across from him, bleeding shards of the Prime Coder’s essence.
"You’re not the first anomaly," the Revenant said quietly. "But you’re the first who refused to reset. That makes you dangerous."
He stepped forward, pressing the glass tip of Glassmourn against Darius’s chest.
"But even gods bleed when truth is spoken."
He stabbed.
The scream wasn’t Darius’s.
It was the code of the world crying out.
[Aftermath – Fading Light]
Darius knelt amid the ruined city, blood divine and digital spilling across fractured crystal. The Revenant King, gravely wounded, vanished into a breach alongside Lumaera, leaving behind a pulsing echo of their blade.
Celestia knelt beside Darius, whispering healing chants.
Nyx’s hand trembled—not in fear, but in fury. "We weren’t ready."
Darius gritted his teeth, fingers closing around a shard of Glassmourn.
"We will be."
Above them, the stars shivered.
The Old Laws had been challenged.
The Revenant had returned.
And the war was no longer theoretical.
The storm didn’t cease. It changed.
What once screamed like chaotic winds now churned with focused purpose, pulled inward as if by a singular will. Lightning arced not from sky to earth, but from the heavens toward the Revenant King—a broken god reforged.
The husk of Varek no longer resembled the honorable general. Instead, he stood as a jagged fusion of charred bone, gilded armor, and smoldering hatred. Every bolt of divine lightning slammed into his body and was absorbed. Not resisted. Not endured. Welcomed.
Darius watched, narrowed eyes reflecting the chaos. Behind him, Celestia stepped forward, lips trembling. "He’s using a Prime Shard."
Nyx hissed. "It should have killed him."
"No," murmured Azael from the shadows. "He was chosen by it. That shard belonged to the Prime Coder himself."
The ground split open beneath Varek’s feet. A throne of ash and fractured logic emerged, rising with him upon it. Reality flickered. Even the system alerts stuttered.
[SYSTEM ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED GODHOOD DETECTED.] [Warning: World Integrity Compromised.]
Varek’s voice echoed not in the air but in the soul.
"You took everything from me, Darius. You built your empire atop betrayal and lies. You think yourself a god of death? I am death unresolved. I am justice unburied."
And with that, he roared.
Thousands of wraiths tore free from the soil, spirits of warriors lost in forgotten battles. They answered his call, bound to his new dominion.
Darius rose from his throne.
The God of Death met the Revenant King in midair.
Clash.
Power collided, not in beams or explosions, but in raw concept. Authority versus Rebellion. Judgment versus Vengeance.
Darius thrust his hand forward—his command pulling the very threads of undeath. Yet Varek tore through them, unbound by the usual rules. The Prime Shard inside him bent systems to his wrath.
The sky fractured.
Every loyal spirit Darius had claimed began to waver, drawn toward the Revenant King’s resonance.
Celestia cried out as the Temple of Eternal Flame shook.
"He’s... unraveling your dominion."
Darius gritted his teeth. Not in fear.
In anticipation.
"Then let him come. Let this false king challenge a god. I will show him what a true Reaper can do."
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