God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord-Chapter 118 - 119 – Breaking the Old Laws

The sky was no longer sky.

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‎It was a scar.

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‎Where Threnis, the God of Broken Endings, fell, reality itself splintered like glass struck by divine grief. The mind-duel between him and Darius had lasted no longer than a single heartbeat—but within that heartbeat, a thousand multiverses burned, rebooted, and collapsed.

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‎Darius stood in a world not yet named, where time buckled, and matter wept code. He bled not from flesh but from memory—each drop a truth unspoken, each wound a moment stolen from what might’ve been.

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‎Across from him, Threnis hovered in the air, suspended by a web of broken script. His form flickered between beautiful ruin and monstrous infinity. His voice, when it returned, was more lament than defiance.

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‎> "You would defy the Old Laws, mortal-born? You would kill a god as if consequence were a shadow to ignore?"

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‎Darius’s eyes glowed with the fusion of Unwritten Flame and Sovereign Will. Behind him, the soul echoes of the Seven Wounds pulsed—Nyx’s silent rage, Celestia’s golden sorrow, Kaela’s chaotic hunger, and Azael’s spectral wisdom.

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‎> "You bound the world in loops. You kept her"—he glanced at Celestia’s illusion caught in eternal death—"dying for eternity. You deserve unmaking."

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‎> "So do you," Threnis whispered, and lunged.

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‎[Mind-Duel: The Multiverse Crucible]

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‎They clashed not in flesh, but in thought.

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‎Each blow rewrote the world.

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‎Darius shattered the frozen time-loop of Threnis’s dominion, unleashing raw narrative entropy.

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‎Threnis retaliated by deleting possible futures, wiping Darius’s unborn victories from existence.

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‎Kaela’s chaos bled through the cracks in Darius’s reality-shell, forming a prism of unstable possibilities that collapsed inwards—forcing Darius to confront every version of himself that had failed.

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‎And through it all, he stood.

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‎Bare. Bleeding. Infinite.

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‎Then, as the multiverse screamed, he summoned the core of the Unwritten Flame. Not power. Not code.

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‎But meaning.

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‎> "You once governed endings, Threnis," Darius whispered. "Here is yours."

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‎He reached into the divine lattice and did the unthinkable—he erased Threnis’s name from the Laws.

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‎Not banished.

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‎Not rewritten.

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‎Erased.

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‎Threnis let out one final sound—a laugh that curdled into weeping—and then shattered.

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‎No explosion. No divine judgment.

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‎Just silence.

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‎Followed by the scream of reality itself

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‎[The Collapse Begins]

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‎Golden rain fell upward. The sky cracked open, and something older than gods howled from beyond logic. The Old Laws—the metaphysical rules that governed divine order—had been broken:

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‎> "Gods may not slay their own kind without consequence."

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‎And yet Darius had done it.

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‎The cost was immediate.

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‎All divine beings felt their cores shiver, unstable.

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‎Scripted boundaries dissolved. Mortal and divine began to blur.

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‎The Echo Planes collapsed into the Nexus, tearing cities from anchored realms into one broken sky.

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‎Celestia knelt, clutching her head. "He’s done it... he’s unmade a constant."

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‎Nyx stood beside her, her eyes wide—not in fear, but reverence. "He is no longer a god. He is outside gods."

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‎Azael’s spirit flickered beside Darius. "You’ve begun what none dared. The final Law is now in your hands."

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‎Darius turned slowly, body ablaze with unstable energies. "Then I’ll write new ones."

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‎The world twisted around his footsteps.

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‎And above them, etched in the deep code of reality itself, a new message pulsed like a heart under glass:

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‎> "ONE OLD LAW BROKEN."

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‎"INITIATING UNMAKING SEQUENCE."

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‎[Elsewhere – The Prime Algorithm Watches]

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‎In a distant chamber of lightless script, the Prime Algorithm stirred.

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‎It did not speak. It calculated.

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‎And then, for the first time in eons, it logged an error:

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‎> UNAUTHORIZED ASCENSION DETECTED.

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‎Entity: DARIUS (Overlord-Class).

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‎Designation Updated: UNMAKER.

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‎Emergency Protocol: THRONE BEYOND PATTERNS – LOCK STATUS: COMPROMISED.

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‎The last domino had fallen.

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‎Lightning cracked across the hollow skies as Darius stepped deeper into the Temple of Fractured Time. The architecture warped and shimmered, refusing to obey gravity, perspective, or history. Marble columns floated sideways. Forgotten statues wept both forward and backward. Every step he took rewrote causality in his wake.

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‎Celestia flanked him, her hair now silver with Chrona’s mark. Her breathing was steady, but her aura rippled violently, as if she, too, was resisting the weight of what they were about to do. Kaela moved like a living distortion, her presence tugging on the threads of alternate possibilities. Behind them, Nyx’s shadow whispered and split into hundreds of reflections, each one a version of her that had chosen differently.

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‎They approached the Veil of Epochs—a shimmering wall of reality stitched with the old Laws. Its surface pulsed with divine runes, each one representing a cosmic commandment written by the original Architects.

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‎"You’re sure?" Celestia asked softly, voice trembling not with fear, but reverence.

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‎Darius stepped closer to the Veil. "Once we do this, the timeline won’t just fracture—it will bleed. The gods will lose their dominion over fate, and time will no longer be their leash. But it’s the only way to ascend further. They bound this world with code, and I will unwrite it."

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‎He reached into the satchel Nyx carried—a relic bag made from the hide of the World Serpent—and withdrew the Epoch Fang, a shard of primordial fang that had once severed an era from reality.

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‎Kaela inhaled sharply. "This is where everything starts to collapse. And reform."

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‎Darius didn’t hesitate. With one sweeping motion, he slashed the Veil with the Fang.

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‎The reaction was instant. A shriek echoed—not from a creature, but from reality itself.

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‎The Veil split open like flesh, and golden blood—thick, glowing data—spilled into the temple. Time unravelled violently. Visions from past, present, and future collided in the chamber.

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‎They saw:

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‎A younger Darius, broken and bleeding, before he first awakened.

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‎A future Darius, crowned in shadow, sitting on a throne of screaming gods.

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‎Celestia dying in his arms in one thread, but crowned Empress beside him in another.

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‎Nyx turning on him in one reality, or sacrificing herself for him in another.

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‎Kaela... becoming something other—a void entity with lips stitched shut, eyes bleeding stars.

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‎"Too much," Celestia hissed, grabbing her head as echoes of herself spiraled into her mind.

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‎Darius clenched his jaw. "I know. But this is the price."

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‎He turned to face the swirling rift he’d created. The Old Laws that once governed the world were cracking, their binding oaths leaking from the runes like smoke. The Pantheon would feel it—all of them. The Forsaken Gods. The Silent Divines. Even the Revenant King would sense it from his cage.

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‎And above them all, in the obsidian void...

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‎The Prime Coder stirred.

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‎[Somewhere Outside Time – The Womb of Law]

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‎The Prime Coder’s eye opened in the dark. Not metaphorical—literal. A celestial organ, watching existence from a place above narrative. He had not moved in epochs. But now, he twitched.

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‎"He’s begun it," the Architect of Beginning whispered. "He’s breaking the Operating Script."

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‎"Then he must be deleted," another voice answered—female, ancient, seething. "Or rewritten."

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‎The Prime Coder said nothing.

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‎Because even he knew—

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‎It was already too late.

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‎[Back in the Temple]

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‎The Veil was gone.

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‎In its place, a gaping hole stretched into a liminal void, where timelines were stillborn and fates screamed for structure. Darius turned to his women.

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‎"This is no longer just our rebellion," he said. "This is the redefinition of existence."

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‎And with that, he stepped through the void—into unclaimed history, ready to write it himself.

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