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 first thing I noticed after waking was that the world had an echo.


Not sound. Not even thought.Just something faint, a repetition in the air — like the world was practicing how to exist again.


The light filtering through the clouds looked the same as it always had: soft, pale, unobtrusive. But when it touched the stone around me, it left a faint shimmer — as though reality hadn't decided on a texture yet.


[ System Notice: World Synchronization — 98% ][ Residual Dream Fragments Detected ][ User Advisory: Expect Temporal Dissonance. ]


"Temporal dissonance," I murmured. "That's a polite way to say time's drunk."


Arjun's ember blinked lazily beside me. At least it's consistent with you.


Chapter 91 - The Wake in the Story