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?

Not like before—with sound or static—but in meaning.Words flickered across the air, smashed together into nonsense.


NarrativeStability:63EntityStatus:StabilizedEntityStatus:Stabilized


Arjun's ember sputtered beside me. I think the interface is melting.


The broken text repeated, letters shifting like they were trying to remember what grammar was.Then, suddenly—click.


Everything froze. The words straightened, their glow steadied, and for the first time since this entire mess began, the system looked readable.


[ System Notice: Display Protocol Updated ][ Status: Readability Restored ]


I exhaled. "Finally. About time the universe learned formatting."


Arjun hummed. You can actually see it clearly now?


"Yeah," I said, watching the text shimmer into place. "Guess even reality needed subtitles."


Chapter 81 - The Authorless God