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Chapter 66 - Chapter 64: Rejection of the Pen

Reader's POV

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There's a moment — after a world breaks, but before it reshapes — when silence becomes its own god.

It judges.

The Fractureworld had stopped screaming.

But not because the pain was gone.

Because the pain had settled into something deeper: doubt.

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> "Author access point engaged."

"System privileges: 100%."

"Awaiting next rewrite."

The Wordblade pulsed in my palm — lightless now. Hungry.

Each time I wrote a line, it asked for more than ink.

It asked for me.

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I hovered above the Ruined Chapter Plains, watching what I had created fight what I had once protected.

The Scripted still obeyed.

The Freewalkers bled but kept rising.

Some of them had started writing their own paths.

Worse — they were remembering versions of themselves I had deleted.

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And then I saw her name.

Arien.

Burning on the edge of my edit-field — a flickering piece of anti-narrative.

I raised the blade, breathing through the pain.

> "Remove Subject: Arien."

Nothing happened.

I blinked.

> "Delete Character: Arien — Layer 0 tag, Origin Loop."

The blade trembled.

System message appeared:

> ❌ ERROR 404: ENTITY ROOTED IN LIVING MEMORY. EDIT UNAUTHORIZED.

❌ NOTE: Some truths are not yours to erase.

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I staggered.

"No... that's not possible. Everything is text."

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A shadow moved beside me.

Ereze stood there — no blade drawn. No armor.

Just her voice.

> "You tried to erase her?"

"Why?"

I couldn't answer.

My mouth opened, but the system filtered out my own justification.

A punishment.

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Jiwoon approached next, arms crossed.

> "You always said stories matter. But you forgot the part where they belong to us."

I wanted to argue.

But all I could see was Arien, standing defiantly beneath a broken sky, surrounded by people I once saved — now armed against me.

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I whispered to the world:

> "Why can't I rewrite her?"

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And the answer came not from the system.

But from memory.

From my memory.

> Because Arien wasn't written into the world.

She was loved into it.

I once believed that everything could be edited.

If a scene hurt too much, I'd rewrite it.

If someone died, I'd bring them back differently.

Cleaner. More "thematic."

But standing here — at the edge of the Scripted Dominion, watching Arien's banner rise — I realized:

> Some things resist narrative.

Because they were never born from it.

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She marched through the breach with no blade drawn.

Just the Memory Knife at her hip — the one made from names I had removed.

The Freewalkers behind her didn't shout.

They didn't cheer.

They remembered.

That was more dangerous than any war cry.

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> "You tried to delete me," Arien said. "And failed."

"Now let me return the favor."

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I raised the Wordblade — not to strike, but to write.

> "Seal: Arien's Threads of Existence."

"Override Emotional Relevance."

"Reduce Plot Importance to Zero."

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The blade flared… and then dimmed.

> ❌ EDIT REJECTED.

Reason: "Character sustained by collective memory across 42 unique timelines."

"Narrative anchor now rooted in shared grief."

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It hit me like a blade through my mind.

Arien wasn't just a protagonist anymore.

She was a legacy.

The grief of 62 students.

The hope of the fallen timelines.

The pain of survival — unedited, unpolished, and real.

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Ereze stepped forward beside her.

Jiwoon too.

They weren't leaving me.

They were choosing to stand where the ink couldn't reach.

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> "⬜⬜⬜," Arien said, stepping into my edit field.

"I forgive you."

That hurt more than any strike.

> "But I won't let you write the ending alone."

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And for the first time since I became the Author, I felt something crack:

> My command window blinked.

> [ABSOLUTE NARRATIVE AUTHORITY — DIMINISHED]

[CHARACTER INFLUENCE — EXPANDING]

[WORLD NOW CO-WRITTEN]

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I fell to my knees as the Wordblade flickered — flickering between pen and mirror.

And in it…

…I saw my real face for the first time in 700 pages.

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I whispered:

> "What… was my name again?"

Arien stepped closer. Her voice didn't waver.

> "You were the Reader."

"Then the Author."

"But before all that… you were just Jiyoen."

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And suddenly, I could feel my heartbeat again.

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