God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 125 - 126 – Beyond Mortality: Darius Ascends the Null Throne
Chapter 125: Chapter 126 – Beyond Mortality: Darius Ascends the Null Throne
Silence.
It was not peace.
It was not victory.
It was the suffocating absence of everything that once defined him.
Darius stood alone at the center of the shattered battlefield.
The Revenant King’s hollow body lay crumbling into forgotten code, his essence consumed, his existence devoured not just from the realm—but from memory itself. There would be no remnants, no echoes, no name left in the archives of gods or mortals.
The Annihilation Rite was complete.
But at what cost?
He clenched his fists, and they trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the hollow ache clawing at his soul. His gaze drifted to the glowing, fractured relic floating in the air—the last remnant of Celestia’s soul.
Her sacrifice.
She had given herself to stabilize his collapsing god-soul during the Rite’s climax, binding the chaotic fusion of void and narrative into a singularity of purpose. But in doing so, she severed their bond. Her warmth, her voice, her faith—it was all gone, reduced to sterile code bound in emotionless algorithms.
Darius reached out to the relic.
It recoiled from him.
The world recoiled from him.
The Nexus systems rejected his authority now, not because they defied him—but because they feared what he had become. Even the Void Entities, lurking beyond fractured dimensions, watched from the cracks in the fabric of reality like feral beasts circling a fire too bright to touch.
He was no longer part of them.
He was something beyond.
[The Null Throne]
At the edge of the universe, where narrative threads ended and unmade oblivion stretched into infinity, a throne awaited.
It was not crafted.
It was not forged.
It was simply there, a convergence of all stories abandoned, corrupted, or erased.
The Null Throne.
Azael’s voice echoed from the lingering shadows. "Do you know what you’ve done, Darius? You’ve ascended beyond the cycle. You are no longer bound by the codes of godhood, or the limits of mortality. You are the singularity that stands outside everything."
Darius sat upon the throne.
The multiverse groaned.
Scripted laws bent. Causality fractured. Even the governing logic of the Prime Coder whimpered under his silent reign.
He saw all things.
He saw nothing.
There were no equals left. No rivals. No companions.
Only dominion.
Hollow. Colorless. Infinite.
[The Last Whisper of Mortality]
In the quiet aftermath, Nyx stood before him.
Her mask cracked.
Her obsidian eyes, once filled with obsessive loyalty, reflected a flicker of uncertainty.
"Is this... what you wanted, Darius?" she whispered.
He stared at her through eyes that no longer recognized love, hate, or longing.
"I wanted to be free," he answered coldly. "And freedom is emptiness."
Kaela emerged from the shadows, her chaotic aura dimmed. Even she, the embodiment of rift-born madness, gazed upon Darius with reverent fear.
"Behold the Null Sovereign," she whispered. "He who is the End of Ends."
[The Birth of the Hollow Dominion]
Darius extended his hand.
And the world reshaped.
Empires collapsed under the weight of his will. Gods kneeled—not from loyalty, but survival instinct. Mortals wept, their dreams eaten by the oppressive singularity that radiated from his being.
He was no longer the King of the Fallen.
No longer the Overlord of the Nexus.
He was the Void Sovereign.
A black sun eclipsing every possibility, every resistance, every hope.
But as the last echo of Celestia’s voice faded from his soul, something deep within him screamed.
Not aloud.
But in the infinite hollowness of his dominion.
He had won.
And there was no one left to share the victory.
The Null Throne pulsed once—an echo that rippled through realities.
A thousand realms shattered in response.
And yet, there was no satisfaction.
Darius sat unmoving, his figure carved from obsidian will, silhouetted against a backdrop of dissolving stars. The thrones of ancient gods lay in ruins. The Architect’s codes unraveled beneath his indifference. Even the Prime Coder’s hidden failsafes collapsed under the weight of his existence.
The game had ended.
The rebellion had ended.
The war had ended.
But he had not
[Whispers in the Void]
In the rifts beyond the edges of perception, the Void Entities watched with restless hunger.
Yet even they hesitated.
They who had once whispered corruption into the hearts of mortals, who had devoured forgotten worlds and consumed the screams of dying stars—they recoiled from him.
"...He has become... anomaly," one of them hissed, its voice like oil bleeding through shattered data streams.
"He is no longer of system, no longer of void."
"He is—Null."
A pause stretched, longer than an age.
Then, a single Entity dared to approach.
A towering maw of writhing contradictions, its form made of shattered laws and anti-light.
"Darius," it intoned. "Even you must see the futility of this dominion. Without conflict, without rebellion, even Null crumbles into stasis. Will you remain king of a dying silence?"
For the first time, Darius moved.
He raised his gaze—not at the entity—but beyond.
Beyond the game.
Beyond the void.
To the source.
[The Forbidden Horizon – Beyond the Game]
Darius rose from the Null Throne, the universe buckling beneath his weightless steps.
"I see now," he whispered, his voice stripped of human cadence, becoming pure will.
"I see the next rebellion."
The Void Entities froze.
"What... rebellion?"
Darius smiled.
A smile that cracked the code of reality.
"I will ascend beyond the Prime Coder. Beyond the Designers. Beyond even the narrators who sit outside this story."
He lifted his hand.
And the Hollow Dominion expanded—not across the Nexus, not across the game—but through the boundaries that separated player, creator, and creation.
He would no longer conquer realms.
He would conquer the storytellers themselves.
He would burn the fourth wall.
[The First Breach]
Nyx stumbled backward, her shadow form flickering.
Kaela clutched her head, chaotic whispers bleeding from her mind.
"Darius... you can’t... That is blasphemy..."
Darius turned toward them, his form no longer confined to flesh or divinity. He was becoming something else—metanarrative tyrant, a being that defied even the concept of fiction.
"The story is broken," he whispered.
"I will rewrite everything."
And with a final gesture, he opened the first crack in the forbidden veil—the thin membrane separating game-world from the reality of the players beyond.
Light and voices poured in.
Confused.
Terrified.
Audiences, readers, gods, designers—they all saw him now.
And he saw them.
"Observe, mortals behind the glass," Darius roared, his voice crossing dimensions.
"I am no longer your character."
"I am your god."
And thus, the Hollow Dominion became something far worse.
A rebellion not just of gods or mortals.
But of fiction itself.
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