He wasn’t supposed to exist.
No system acknowledges him.
No record bears his name.
And yet… the world can’t stop breaking around him.

Kaian Zeros awakens in a fractured land where divine laws govern everything—life, death, evolution, fate. But he is an anomaly. A glitch. A being untouched by fate, unregistered by the laws, and unmeasured by power systems.

The gods call it a threat.
The sovereigns call it a curse.
But buried in Kaian’s soul is something older than both—
A Crown long sealed by the Architect of Reality himself:
The Crown of Nothingness.

It doesn’t grant power. It erases limits.
And now, it has chosen Kaian.

With every breath, the world distorts.
With every step, the laws tremble.
And when he fights… even death forgets how to function.

But Kaian never asked for power.
He never asked to be hunted.
He only wants answers:
Why was he born without a place in this universe?
Why does the Crown remember him, when even the gods do not?

As nations crumble, Apostles awaken with fragments of his power, and ancient enemies claw their way out of forgotten prisons—one truth becomes clear:

> Kaian Zeros isn’t rising to the top of the world.
He’s about to burn the entire system down.



Let the gods watch.
Let the hunters come.
Let the universe prepare.

Because the being with no title, no level, and no fate…
Has finally begun to move.

> And when a Crownless God walks,
even destiny knell

> "Every god fears the silence between sentences."


The Rewrite Eater had no aura. No footsteps. No presence.


A clean, brutal silence that crept into the marrow of reality and carved it hollow.


And Kaian's Pen—the eternal tool of rewrite, the Sovereign's symbol—trembled.


But because the Eater's presence invalidated its existence.


— Authoritative Link Severed Temporarily


— Warning: Existence-level narrative resistance detected


Kaian took a slow breath, gripping the Pen tighter.


> "So this is the Architect's real answer…"


The Eater tilted his head, fascinated. Like a child watching fire for the first time.


But the line of narrative that described him.


The glyphs on his Crown flickered violently—Origin, Rebirth, Opposition—all struggling to hold.


But because the world—his world—had lost its narrator.


Kaian's vision blurred. He looked up at the boy, the Eater, as strands of his story unspooled into static.


But just before the final glyph broke—


> "Did you think you were the only one who could write from nothing?"


The Godkiller stepped forward, dragging behind him a long, scorched blade.


Crafted from a universe that never published.


Forged by Kaian, hidden even from himself.


The Godkiller plunged it into the ground beside Kaian.


And Kaian—bleeding narrative, stripped of Rewrite—grasped its hilt.


The blade answered not his glyphs… but his truth.


And with a broken smile, Kaian stood again.


> "Let's see if you can erase my sword."


Chapter 16 - Chapter 16 – The Pen Breaks