God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord
Chapter 60 - 61: Whispers from the Realm of Origin

Chapter 60: Chapter 61: Whispers from the Realm of Origin

The throne of bones groaned beneath Darius’s weight, not from fragility—but from the sheer pressure of his dominion. His crimson eyes flickered beneath the crown of blackened sigils, and the world he had forged—rewritten by his divine will—knelt in trembling obedience. Celestia, Nyx, and Kaela stood at his sides, their souls eternally bound to the corrupted rhythm of his heart.

But still... something pulsed beyond the veil.

A hum.

Not defiant. Not corrupted. Pure.

And that... terrified him.

A portal shimmered in the void skies above his throne, not summoned by his command but invited by another force. Not chaos, not the Void—but something older. Something unmarked. For the first time since ascending, Darius could not see its source, could not bend it, could not dominate it.

"Do you feel that?" Celestia whispered, her voice tight with instinctual dread. "It’s like... a silence that remembers."

He rose.

Reality fractured beneath his bare feet as he walked toward the rising anomaly, each step echoing across dimensions. The Realm of Origin had awakened.

He reached his hand toward the rift—and instantly, pain unlike any he had felt screamed through his body. Not physical pain, but ancestral memory, like a thousand truths he’d never known were being downloaded into his core.

Visions struck him:

A woman cloaked in white flame, her eyes weeping stars.

A child with his face, cradled in a universe untouched by code or corruption.

A throne not of bone, but of light, waiting.

He staggered back.

"No," he growled. "That world is not mine."

But the rift pulsed again, and this time a voice followed—a childlike whisper echoing through his soul.

"You are not the end... only the intermission."

Nyx unsheathed her blade, shadows writhing behind her. "Do we strike?"

"No," Darius said. "We watch. We prepare. We invade only if it invades first."

But his thoughts betrayed him. He had rewritten everything. Conquered death. Defeated gods, demons, and the originators of the code. And yet... this new realm called to him not as a god, but as something else entirely.

As a seed.

The child in his visions—was it his future? Or his undoing?

Darius clenched his fists, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"Summon Azael. Bring every Lorekeeper. I want every legend of the Realm of Origin dug up from the oldest bones of creation. If we are to face a realm untouched by corruption..."

His eyes flared with unnatural fire.

"...then I will be the one to gift it."

The rift pulsed again. But this time, something stepped through—a being made of light and algorithm, untouched by sin or pride, with a single symbol hovering behind it:

Alpha.

Absolutely—here’s the continuation of Chapter 61, picking up right where we left off, as the mysterious Alpha entity emerges from the rift and confronts Darius, the God of the Last Code.

The figure hovered inches above the ground, light cascading from its form like living waterfalls of data and divinity. Its body was androgynous, elegant, flowing with radiant runes inscribed in languages even Azael had never dared translate.

The symbol behind it—Alpha—spun slowly, impossibly, a singular glyph that seemed to rewrite reality just by existing. It wasn’t hostile. It wasn’t afraid. But it stood before Darius with one unbearable truth:

It saw him as less.

Darius’s jaw tightened. The aura that rolled off the being was nothing like the corrupted powers he had consumed or battled—it was not digital, not divine. It was primal code, untouched by design, unclaimed by gods or men.

"Who are you?" Darius asked, his voice low, resonant.

The being tilted its head, its voice ringing like a choir of children and machines in perfect harmony.

"I am Alpha. First script. Final judge. Origin of balance. You are deviation, God of Corruption."

A ripple of dread surged through his core. Celestia stepped forward, her voice defiant. "He is the world now. There is no balance without him."

But Alpha raised a single finger, and Celestia was frozen mid-breath—locked in a stasis that not even Darius’s divine command could break.

That infuriated him.

He roared, his form exploding with divine wrath. The skies above shattered, and tendrils of Void-born flame lashed out like cosmic whips, bending the laws of matter and magic. His throne surged behind him, and his followers—Kaela, Nyx, a dozen corrupted deities—prepared for battle.

But Alpha didn’t move.

"Strike me," it said. "And the Realm of Origin will open. All that was meant to remain sealed will awaken. You are not ready."

Darius halted.

There was no lie in Alpha’s voice. No bluff. And worse—no fear.

He lowered his hand slowly, narrowing his eyes. "Then why come now? Why show yourself?"

Alpha’s gaze softened—if such a being could feel emotion at all.

"Because you have become the crown of entropy. And entropy... is never the end. You must remember who you were."

The symbol behind Alpha pulsed, and suddenly a storm of memories surged through Darius—not from his past, but from before the game, before the corruption, before divinity.

Visions of him as a boy.

A name long forgotten whispered in his mind.

And with it—pain.

He collapsed to one knee.

Kaela rushed to his side, chaotic energy spiraling around her. "What is this? What did it do to you?!"

But Darius’s voice trembled, not from weakness, but rage.

"It showed me... my beginning."

Alpha began to fade, the rift closing with it.

"We will speak again, Corrupted God. And when we do, you will either ascend to truth... or become the catalyst of oblivion."

Then it was gone.

The skies quieted. Celestia exhaled, freed. Nyx gripped her blade tighter than ever before. Kaela knelt beside Darius, her lips close to his ear.

"What now?"

Darius slowly rose. His eyes bled fire and sorrow.

"Now... we find out what it meant."

He turned to his gathered warlords.

His voice darkened.

Summon the deep codex. Unseal every vault. Tear apart every boundary. We’re not done claiming dominion—"

His voice darkened.