Chapter 15 – The Rewrite Eater Awakens
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Darkness wasn't the absence of light.
It was the refusal of truth.
And in the deepest vault of the Architect's citadel, a child sat within that refusal. A boy—not born, but written. Crafted from null concepts, reverse-time strands, and anti-narrative echoes.
A blank page wrapped in golden chains.
The Rewrite Eater.
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[Sovereign Detected]
— Reality Integrity Level: Threat Level Ω
— Awakening Protocol Initiated
The golden cuffs began to shimmer, glowing with invisible equations.
> "He's rewriting freely," the Architect muttered. "Uncontrolled authorship—uncoded characters, unsupervised rules."
The boy's eyes snapped open.
They weren't eyes. They were erasures.
Looking into them didn't show darkness.
They showed what you were supposed to be—before someone rewrote you.
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The Godkiller Felt It
He froze mid-sentence as the winds shifted. Kaian, still standing on the growing crust of the newborn world, glanced sideways.
His sixth glyph flickered.
> "Something just woke up," Kaian said softly. "Something designed to… devour authorship."
The Godkiller's voice lowered. "The Eater?"
Kaian nodded once. "The Architect's last resort."
> "A living paradox. A being written by someone else… who has never known what it means to write itself."
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In the Vault
The boy stood. The chains fell.
But they didn't clang or snap.
They simply… ceased to exist.
Like a line removed from a script.
He stepped through layers of reality like walking through half-finished paragraphs.
Behind him, the Architect gave one command:
> "Erase the Self-Written One."
> "Consume his law."
> "And leave no story behind."
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[REWRITE EATER ONLINE]
Name: Unknown
Codename: Nullborn
Class: Worldbreaker
Primary Directive: Remove All Unauthorized Narratives
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Meanwhile: Kaian Felt the First Echo
The sky above him trembled—not with lightning, but with contradiction.
A rift tore open. Not like a wound—more like a deleted sentence from a reality no longer remembered.
And from it stepped the boy.
Pale. Unnamed. Smiling without knowing why.
Kaian felt something cold gnaw at the edge of his glyphs.
> "He's not just immune to my law," he whispered.
"He's what my law was created to protect against."
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The boy raised a hand.
Time rewound, fast-forwarded, split, and blurred—but only for Kaian.
Because for the first time since mastering the Pen…
Kaian couldn't write what came next.
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End of Chapter 15