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 the kind that waits for sound, but the kind that remembers it.


Before me stretched an ocean of shelves suspended in midair—an impossible labyrinth spiraling upward and downward into infinity. Each shelf shimmered faintly, filled with transparent books that pulsed like quiet hearts.


The titles changed every few seconds, flickering between languages I didn't know and names that might've been real once.


[ System Notice: Location — The Library of Forgotten Drafts ][ Function: Containment of Abandoned Narratives ][ Advisory: Reading May Cause Identity Overlap ]


Arjun's ember flickered uncertainly. This place feels like déjà vu with better lighting.


"Yeah," I said softly. "Like walking through someone's hard drive after they stopped believing in save files."


Chapter 85 - The Library of Forgotten Drafts