For eleven years, Ishaan Reed wrote a novel no one read—
a world of labyrinths, monsters, and gods who toy with fate.

Then the sky split open… and his forgotten story became reality.

The “protagonist” he once created, Kael Arathis, now leads the charge—brilliant, powerful, and shining like a hero. Beside him, Ishaan should have been nothing more than a background character.

Until a line appeared before his eyes:

[Sentence: Ishaan Reed died here.]
[Rewrite? Y/N]

Now, reality itself is his manuscript. Every death, every defeat, every ending can be rewritten. To the gods, he is just another pawn. To Kael, he is a fraud stealing victories. But to Ishaan, this is the one story he refuses to abandon.

Titles will be earned. Rules will be broken. And the script written by the gods… will be shattered.

Can the Script Breaker survive until the final chapter—or will even his rewrites be erased?

The multiverse didn't unfold.It fractured—like glass remembering how to shatter.


Each crack spread with purpose, splitting the horizon into floating worlds suspended in light and ink.The bridges connecting them pulsed faintly, shaped from the same golden text that once formed the Blank Realm's roads.


And beneath everything, silence.Not absence, but anticipation.


SystemNotice:MultiversalStabilizationat47SystemNotice:MultiversalStabilizationat47Cause:EmergenceofFracturedRealmsCause:EmergenceofFracturedRealmsObjective:IdentifyandRewriteCoreInconsistenciesObjective:IdentifyandRewriteCoreInconsistencies


Arjun's ember hovered beside me, its glow faint. It looks… wrong, but beautiful.


"That's how all art starts," I said. "Broken, expensive-looking, and under deadline."


We're not fixing typos, Ishaan. Each fragment holds its own law, its own history. If you alter one wrong line—


"—the whole paragraph collapses," I finished. "I know. It's how I got fired the first time."


Chapter 80 - The Fractured Realms