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 because it breaks — but because it listens too long.


I woke to the sound of nothing changing.The same wind brushed through the same grass, the same pale dawn creeping across the same sky.And yet… something underneath it had shifted.


[ System Notice: Narrative Stability — 100% (Anomalous) ][ Note: Stability exceeding baseline indicates false equilibrium. ]


I stared at the notice until the letters flickered, uncertain whether they should still exist.


"False equilibrium," I repeated. "That's just a poetic way to say 'too quiet.'"


Arjun's ember drifted near my shoulder, glowing dimly. I warned you peace doesn't do well in this universe.


"Yeah. I just didn't think it'd start misbehaving this soon."


Chapter 89 - The Echo Beneath Stillness