God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 90 - 91: The Heart of the WombGenesis
Chapter 90: Chapter 91: The Heart of the WombGenesis
Time no longer moved in seconds.
As Darius and his three consorts stepped through the Gate carved by the Codex’s awakening, reality melted like wax around them. There was no ground beneath their feet, no sky above—only a pulsing vastness, red and gold and shifting with every heartbeat. The Heart of the Womb wasn’t a place. It was a will—the proto-consciousness from which all gods were shaped, the metaphysical nexus where creation first whispered itself into existence.
And now, it was listening again.
Darius’s boots found purchase on a spiral of floating runes—each glyph older than time, speaking in codes only the divine could sense. They spun beneath him, adjusting to his presence, as if welcoming their heir. Celestia gasped beside him, gripping his arm tightly.
"I hear it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The First Song... it’s not music. It’s naming. The names of all things, spoken as they were born."
Darius held her close, sensing her mind struggle to stay intact. Even Nyx, ever unreadable, seemed tense, her violet eyes darting to invisible enemies—or perhaps to future betrayals she alone could see. Kaela, however, grinned like a mad child, arms outstretched, eyes wide.
"This is it," Kaela whispered. "This is where everything started... and where we’ll decide how it ends."
As they descended deeper, the surroundings shifted from radiant patterns to a dark liquid void, flowing like a celestial womb. Within its currents floated remnants—fragments of unformed gods, rejected laws, aborted timelines. One brushed past Darius’s arm, and in that brief touch, he saw an entire world that never was—a version of himself as a mortal, dying quietly in obscurity.
He shook it off. He had chosen this path.
Ahead, a structure floated at the core of the void: a colossal eye made of glass and fire, its pupil pulsing with black light. Surrounding it, thrones of bone and code spun in slow orbit—thrones for gods who had long vanished or never been born. And at the very center, encased in crystalline stasis, lay the Codex of Unmaking—an obsidian tablet etched with shifting symbols that defied language.
Darius approached it alone.
With each step, his body flickered—becoming younger, older, monstrous, divine. A thousand versions of himself tried to speak through him. Blood leaked from his ears, his eyes. Still, he reached out—his fingers brushing the Codex’s surface.
It felt like touching the truth.
He fell inward—into a memory that wasn’t his own.
FLASHBACK VISION
A white room. A voice like thunder.
"You are not a glitch. You are the seed."
Darius stood shackled before a man with no face—just light in the shape of a figure. Around them hovered screens filled with symbols and simulations. The Prime Coder.
"You were built to overwrite them all," the voice said. "To evolve past morality, past law, past divinity. Your soul was the experiment. You were never an NPC. You were a weapon."
Darius screamed in denial. He saw his past—every choice, every loss, every kill—rewritten as code, as trial and error. Selene’s betrayal. Varek’s downfall. Celestia’s loyalty. All data.
He fought back. "I chose this. Me. Not your damned plan."
The Prime Coder’s voice softened. "Then prove it."
REALITY
Darius staggered back, breath ragged, the Codex still glowing beneath his touch.
Celestia was kneeling, eyes glowing gold. "I saw it too," she whispered. "You... weren’t meant to feel. But you do. That makes you more than the weapon they wanted."
Nyx pulled her dagger from the air, her voice shaking. "Someone’s coming."
The Heart shifted.
From the depths emerged a shape—tall, thin, robed in the same code-threads as the Codex. Its face was a mirror, its hands empty.
"I am the Echo. Last defender of the Codex."
Its voice was not one—it was all. Darius’s. Kaela’s. Even Celestia’s. Every possibility speaking at once.
"You’ve touched the First Command," the Echo intoned. "Now prove you are worthy of rewriting it."
The air cracked.
A duel beyond time had begun.
The Echo lunged—its form blurring, fracturing into dozens of ghostly afterimages of Darius himself. Each one was a version twisted by unrealized choices: a Darius who had chosen mercy and died forgotten, one who had saved Selene and lost himself, another who had never killed Varek and ruled nothing but ruins.
Steel met shadow. Darius countered the first strike with his Voidforged blade, Umbra’s Howl, but his swing cut through only memory. The true Echo struck from above, its mirror-face shattering into a dozen jagged reflections of Darius’s regrets.
Pain erupted along his back. Blood—black and gold—spilled.
Kaela screamed and hurled a chaotic rift-blade into the air, exploding a fragment of the Echo’s body into raw possibilities. But they reformed instantly.
Celestia dropped to her knees, chanting in the old tongue. "By the vow of first light... by the womb’s promise... I anchor the soul of the one who chooses!"
Light rippled outward from her chest—an explosion of golden petals. They struck the Echo like fire, slowing its advance, forcing it to solidify.
Nyx vanished, and then reappeared behind the Echo, both daggers dripping with envenomed starlight. Her blades plunged in—but the Echo turned, and in a burst of mirrored force, hurled her through a stream of unborn realities.
"No!" Darius roared, flinging himself at the Echo, driving Umbra’s Howl into its chest.
The world shattered.
Inner Void — The Trial of Will
Darius awoke in a white nothing. Alone.
Before him stood a child—himself, age ten, from the tenement dream. Pale. Bruised. Crying.
"Why did you let them change us?" the boy asked. "We just wanted to be loved."
Darius clenched his fists. "I... I didn’t have a choice."
"Yes, you did," the boy said. "You chose to become the god they feared."
Behind the boy, shadows gathered—images of those Darius had lost: Selene. His mother. Varek. Innocents from conquered cities. Even the Architect.
"Say it," the child whispered. "Admit what you are."
"I am..." Darius began, his voice cracking.
"Say it!"
"I am the end of their lie!" Darius roared. "I am not what they wrote! I am the rewrite! The Hollow God who remembers! I am real!"
The child smiled, and burst into stardust.
Reality
The Codex cracked.
The Echo reeled back, its face beginning to melt, its body fragmenting into static screams.
Darius rose, golden fire in his eyes, veins glowing with the words of the First Song.
"You lose," he said, and with one swing of his blade, cleaved the Echo in half.
The Heart of the Womb pulsed in recognition. The Codex floated to Darius’s outstretched hand—its glyphs rewriting themselves to match the truth he had just spoken.
A crown of shifting stars formed above his head.
Celestia, Nyx, and Kaela gathered behind him—wounded but alive.
Kaela smirked. "Now that... was foreplay."
Celestia trembled. "You’ve rewritten your own divinity."
Nyx’s eyes narrowed. "So why... do I feel like something’s still coming?"
The Codex hummed.
And from the spiral of time’s edge, something stirred. Not rebellion. Not prophecy.
But the true creator—
The Prime Coder—
And his final failsafe.
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