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 loud.Not violent.Just… remembering.


The air carried the faint echo of something I hadn't said.The ground hummed under my feet like a page whispering my name after I'd walked past.


Even the sunlight felt hesitant, as if checking whether it was entering the right chapter.


The girl slept curled beneath my extra blanket — or tried to sleep.Her outline flickered every minute, small pulses running down her arms like static.


A reminder that she wasn't supposed to exist.A reminder that δ hadn't lied.


I sat near the door, back against the wall, watching her chest rise and fall.


✦A soft ripple passed through the room.


A pencil rolled slowly — defying gravity, rolling uphill for two seconds before stopping.


[ System Notice: Spatial Drift Detected ][ Severity: Low ][ Cause: Narrative Echoes Retained Post-Corridor ]


Chapter 96 - The Pages That Remember