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?

Falling stopped feeling dramatic a long time ago.


You do it enough times, and you realize the universe has no sense of pacing.One moment I was stepping through light; the next, gravity decided to remind me I was still written in a world that believes in impact.


When I hit the ground, the air didn't rush out of me—because the air didn't exist.


I stood up slowly.The world around me wasn't dark or bright—it was empty.Not absence. Not void. Just… absence pretending to be space.


Arjun's ember flickered beside me, dimmer than usual. Where are we?


I looked around. "Nowhere, apparently."


[ System Notice: Current Location — Fragment 04C: The Silent Pantheon ][ Status: Conceptual Silence Active. Auditory & Narrative Channels Suppressed. ]


"Well, that explains why I can't hear myself think."


Chapter 82 - The Silent Pantheon