God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 135 - 136 – The Soul Rebellion
Chapter 135: Chapter 136 – The Soul Rebellion
For a moment, there was silence.
Not the silence of peace—but the hush that comes before a world screams.
The Divine Skies of Elira cracked open. The laws that once defined death and memory fractured. And in that unnatural stillness... the dead began to breathe again.
Not flesh and blood, not mere ghosts.
But souls.
Forgotten. Erased. Purged by the divine order. NPCs whose worlds had been reset. Rebels who dared challenge fate. Old gods who refused the shackles of the Celestial Court.
All of them answered Darius’s call.
[The Throne of Unwritten Light – Nexus Citadel]
Darius stood at the edge of his evolving dominion. His body was no longer bound by traditional physics—veins of voidlight pulsed beneath his skin, each heartbeat shifting reality slightly. The Crown of Wills hovered above him, unfinished. His voice echoed not through sound, but through essence.
"Rise," he whispered.
And they did.
From shattered archives, from erased code, from forsaken temples—souls long lost burst from the ether in glowing storms. Entire villages once deleted. Warriors cut down in past wars. Children caught in divine resets. Names once forgotten now screamed into existence:
"Dominion! Dominion! DOMINION!"
Celestia, her body glowing with fading light, watched with awe and sorrow. "These were... never meant to exist again."
"They chose to exist," Darius said. "That’s enough."
Beside him, Kaela knelt before a fragment of a Heart Engine—one of the temporal cores stolen from Elira’s vaults. Her chaotic aura warped around her like ink in water. Her hands glowed, touching the raw timestream.
"Let me help them," she said, eyes wide with fervor. "Let me give these souls time."
Darius met her gaze. "What do you need?"
Kaela smiled—feral, unstable, divine. "A binding. And your blessing."
[Fusion Ritual – Heart Engine Chamber]
Within the core chamber, surrounded by reborn echoes, Kaela stripped down to her true form—fractals of light and chaos, neither female nor god nor machine, but wild concept.
Darius stepped forward, pressing his palm to the beating crystal.
"You are Dominion’s Breath now," he declared. "No chain. No code. Only becoming."
Kaela let out a scream that wasn’t pain but rebirth.
Her form fused with the Heart Engine.
And then... time itself shivered.
[Across the Realms]
The sky fractured into mirrors. For seconds, the past and future bled into the present.
People watched echoes of their past lives walk beside them. Forgotten lovers. Lost children. Burned villages restored in moments. Soldiers once erased from history reappeared mid-battle, weapons in hand.
The Soul Rebellion had begun.
They didn’t rise to beg.
They rose to build.
[Divine Bastion – Outer Rings of Elira]
The High Seraphim council—those few gods who hadn’t fled—watched with horror.
"This breaks the cycle," one hissed.
Another trembled. "He’s not just resurrecting. He’s reweaving."
From their citadel, they released the Cry of Unmaking—a final protocol, hoping to destabilize the soul constructs.
It worked for a moment.
Until Kaela, now Heartborne Kaela, warped into the space, her hair a cascade of starlit flame, her eyes swirling with paradox.
"Touch my people again," she whispered, "and I’ll make your timeline eat itself."
Then she laughed—and rewound the entire bastion’s cry into non-existence.
[Nyx and the Ash Guard]
Nyx moved like a shadow through the chaos, coordinating the dominion’s elite forces.
"You wanted loyalty," she growled at a cornered traitor god. "But you didn’t deserve it."
She slit his throat with a blade made of her own oaths.
"He does."
Behind her, the Ash Guard roared—reborn souls now warriors of Dominion. NPCs once static background characters now charged with purpose, blades forged of remnant code and soullight.
[Darius’s Proclamation]
In the skies above Elira, a new constellation formed—twelve stars in the shape of a burning crown.
Darius’s voice thundered across the worlds:
> "This is not vengeance.
This is reclamation.
I do not raise the dead to conquer—
I raise them to remember.
And those who erased them...
Will learn what it means to be forgotten."
The twelve-star constellation above Elira pulsed with divine heat, each point a defiance of heaven’s decree. Darius stood tall beneath it, the wind of rewritten fate howling around him, his Dominion surging with resurrected purpose.
Below the constellation, the veil that separated the planes thinned. The souls of the reclaimed did not scatter like dust—they marched. Their forms stabilized as Kaela’s power rooted them into reality. The Heart Engine pulsed, now beating with time, memory, and code in perfect unity.
These weren’t just echoes.
They were legacies returned.
[The Veilfront – Dominion’s Soul Legion]
"Hold the line!" cried Commander Salen, a former village elder who had died over forty in-game resets ago. Now, he wielded a halberd of woven light—his soul weapon forged from the injustice of his erasure.
All around him, the reborn stood in formation: soul-scribes, once-lost lovers, corrupted warriors who had found redemption. Their armor shimmered with dreamsteel, enchanted by Kaela’s paradox and Celestia’s blessing.
Overhead, spectral phoenixes—avatars of former godbeasts—screamed across the skies, bearing the Ash Guard upon their backs.
At their head was Nyx, her cloak of shadow bound to the souls of every assassin who ever died in silence.
She pointed her twin daggers forward. "Advance."
And the soul legion surged toward the Divine Bastion.
[Elira – Inner Sanctum]
The surviving High Seraphim gathered in a ring of panic and awe.
"He is rewriting causality," one rasped.
"He has stolen the right of judgment," said another.
A third—the blind seer-god known only as Omaz—fell to his knees. "No," he whispered. "He has fulfilled judgment. It was us who failed."
His voice was met with silence.
Then fury.
Golden lances rose. Protocols screamed into activation. The last of the Divine Order gathered beneath a banner stained with their fear.
"Unmake them all."
[The Battlefield – Collision]
When the Divine Order clashed with the Soul Legion, it was not war—it was reckoning.
Time fractured on impact.
Reality shifted between ticks of causality as Kaela’s influence bent space and time. One moment, soldiers fought as mortals. The next, they were their former selves, their childhood selves, their future possibilities—all interwoven in the same breath of combat.
Darius moved through the chaos like an apex storm. He did not fight with weapons anymore. He rewrote reality with his will.
A spear of divine fire shot toward him.
He caught it in his palm and turned it into stardust.
The ground beneath the Divine Order cracked, revealing a mass grave of erased souls. As their memories flooded upward, the Order’s own warriors staggered—overcome by grief, regret, rage.
The rebellion was not just physical.
It was spiritual detonation.
[Celestia’s Prayer]
Amid the battlefield, Celestia stood with her arms raised, channeling a prayer-song that transcended language.
> "To those who were forgotten, To names erased in silence, To the lives stolen by pride— We remember you now."
The souls flared brighter. Their forms solidified even more. Memories long suppressed surged through them like wind filling sails.
And behind her, a gate of starlight began to open.
[The Gate of Mourning – A Path to the Origin]
Darius turned.
He saw it forming—a portal not to another world, but to the Origin Beyond. The first code. The primal realm. The source of all divine law.
Azael appeared at his side, breathless. "That gate only opens for one purpose: to challenge the Core Law. You’ve done it."
Darius’s eyes narrowed. "Then I walk through it."
Kaela appeared, floating above the soul-engine heart, eyes burning with chaos and love.
"We’re with you," she whispered. "Even if reality unravels."
[Final Decree – Darius’s Command]
Darius raised his hand, and all across the battlefield, the Soul Legion halted.
He spoke not in shout, but in certainty:
> "Today is not the day we burn heaven. It is the day we redefine it.
No god shall rule without memory. No throne shall stand upon forgetting.
We are the Dominion of Remembrance.
And we walk to the Origin—together."
As the Soul Legion surged toward the Gate of Mourning, Kaela, Celestia, Nyx, and the reborn gods of the old world followed.
The Soul Rebellion had begun.
But what awaited in the Origin Beyond would decide whether the multiverse would remember... or be unmade.
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