God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 110 - 111 – Trial of the Shattered Heavens
Chapter 110: Chapter 111 – Trial of the Shattered Heavens
Heaven bled.
Not with crimson, but with fractured light—shards of divine code raining like glass across the infinite sky.
Darius stood alone on the threshold of the Shattered Heavens, a fractured realm where time obeyed no rhythm and gravity had forgotten itself. The gateway had split open after Threnis, the God of Broken Endings, unleashed his first divine incursion. Nexus alarms had failed. System messages now came in stuttering loops. The very code of reality writhed beneath Darius’s feet.
"Unstable timeline detected. Reversion in: 0:00:00..."
Again.
And again.
And again.
He took a breath, and the world reset.
[Loop 1: The First Fall]
Celestia’s scream echoed from the void-blasted sky as Threnis’s blackened spear impaled her mid-air.
"Darius, run—!"
Too late. Too slow. Time folded in on itself.
Reset.
[Loop 29: The Cracked Faith]
Nyx wept.
It was the only time he had seen her do so. Threnis’s spell tore her memory apart, regressing her to a child, defenseless and sobbing in Darius’s arms. He tried to fight—but his blade shattered like glass.
Reset.
[Loop 101: The Endless Siege]
Kaela turned on him.
Warped by paradox logic, she unleashed the Unwritten Flame prematurely. Nexus trembled. Everyone died—again.
Reset.
Trial World: Core Loop Sequence – Locked
Azael’s voice finally reached through the spirals.
"You cannot fight him here, Darius. You must break the pattern. The loop is the god. Kill the loop—end Threnis."
Darius’s eyes burned with unholy light. "Then we rewrite the pattern."
[Loop 204: The Broken Crown]
Celestia died again.
This time in his arms.
He did not scream.
He did not cry.
He only whispered, "No more."
Drawing from the hidden embers within the Forge Throne’s mark, Darius unleashed a forbidden command—a blend of mortal rage and divine authority.
"Override: Narrative Anchor – Override Subject: Loop Source."
The world stuttered. Time glitched.
And for the first time...
The reset did not occur.
[Threnis’s Realm – The Weaving Room of Endings]
The god awaited him.
Threnis was not a titan. He was slight, pale, draped in infinite threads of gray fate. His eyes were clocks with shattered glass faces.
"You persist. You shatter your own story by breaking the rhythm."
Darius walked forward, burning with defiance.
"Because I refuse to accept an ending you wrote in fear."
Threnis tilted his head. "I write nothing. I only end what begins."
Darius drew his blade—no longer mere steel, but a fused manifestation of chaos and meaning, love and loss.
"Then let me end you."
[ Duel – Thread vs Flame]
Their clash was not of blades but realities. Each strike from Threnis threatened to fold Darius into a version of himself that failed: the orphan, the coward, the weakling left behind.
But Darius burned through every illusion.
Each memory. Each death. Each loop.
He consumed them.
Not as trauma, but fuel.
Celestia’s endless sacrifice. Nyx’s vulnerability. Kaela’s twisted passion. All became part of his flame.
He drove his weapon deep into the Weaving Room’s heart—tearing through fate itself.
Threnis gasped, threads unraveling from his body.
"You broke the end..."
"No," Darius whispered. "I rewrote it."
[Trial – Shattered Heavens Collapsing]
Reality groaned.
As Threnis’s divine signature dissolved, the realm imploded. The Shattered Heavens began folding in upon themselves. But before Darius could leave, a final message appeared before him, glowing red:
"WARNING: You have violated Prime Law 003 – A god has slain a god. Sanity risk: High. System response: Pending..."
He stepped through the breach, bleeding radiant light, and collapsed into Celestia’s arms—alive, victorious...
...but changed.
The Trial had become a war.
Above the floating shards of the fractured sky, Darius floated in silence—bleeding starlight, his form cracking with threads of divine energy. He wasn’t alone anymore. Behind him, a ripple in the veil revealed Nyx, Celestia, and Kaela, each altered by their own ordeals, touched by forbidden knowledge gleaned from their private corners of the Origin Wound.
Across from them stood the Trial Warden—a celestial amalgam of judgment itself, its wings made of dying constellations, its voice speaking in the tone of collapsing universes.
> "You are not worthy. You are unaligned. You are unwhole."
Darius didn’t blink. "Exactly."
He raised his hand.
The fragments of the broken heavens—shards of sky, memory, and cosmic law—rushed toward him like a thousand glass knives. But instead of piercing him, they merged. Folded into him. Burned new glyphs onto his flesh. And with each fusion, the world screamed.
> "The Trial is not meant to be survived. It is meant to cleanse."
> "Then it has failed," Nyx said, stepping beside Darius, her twin daggers humming with voidsong.
> "No," Kaela countered, her chaotic eyes wide with exaltation. "It’s only just beginning."
[Celestial Core – Inner Ring of the Trial]
The environment shattered again, revealing the true final layer: an abyss of null light, a void where even divine law refused to function.
Here, the Final Trial began—not of strength, but of identity.
Massive statues rose from the abyss. Each bore the face of Darius—versions of him from diverging timelines. A Darius that stayed human. A Darius who ruled with peace. A Darius who became the Architect himself. They all began to speak, challenging his will.
> "You are the aberration," said the Saint-King Darius.
> "You are the corruption," said the Hollow Emperor Darius.
> "You are meant to be forgotten," whispered the Broken Mortal.
Darius turned toward them, his real form anchored by the loyalty of his women, by the deaths he’d taken on, by the dominions he’d crushed.
> "No. I am the sum of all of you."
He stepped forward.
And killed them all.
Not out of denial—but acceptance. With every blade thrust, every searing pulse of chaos-magic, he was shedding illusions and embracing the God of Death he had become—not through prophecy, but through choice.
[Moments Later – Edge of the Trial’s End]
The Trial Warden fell. Its wings disintegrated into dust. Celestial blood painted the void.
Above the battlefield, the final glyph in the sky burned:
> TRIAL COMPLETE.
The system shattered.
Darius rose in its place, haloed by symbols no language could translate, flanked by Nyx, Kaela, and Celestia—each transformed into something beyond mortal, yet still bound to him by blood, soul, and lust.
> "The Heavens are shattered," Celestia whispered, her voice awed.
> "Then let’s write new ones," Darius answered.
And far below the divine veil, the Revenant King opened his eyes—reborn in the wake of the Trial.
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