Script Of Ruin
"If you could rewrite the world… what would you sacrifice?"
Daisuke Seiji never dreamed of becoming a hero—let alone a god. He was simply a folklorist, living a quiet life in a secluded village called Keredupan, where time moved slowly and the morning mist drifted like the breath of the ancestors. Amid the whispers of trees and the echoes of old tales, Daisuke found peace. He believed his role was to preserve stories, not create them.
But fate had other plans.
One cold and damp morning, he discovered an old book in the abandoned archives of the village library. The Empty Tome, he called it. No title, no text—just blank pages that seemed to wait for something. When he wrote a single sentence on its paper, the world changed. Not in his imagination, but in reality. Rain fell for the first time in weeks. A house that had burned down the day before stood whole once more.
The tome was a tool of creation. With his pen as a weapon, Daisuke could shape the world as he pleased. He began to write more often—erasing people’s wounds, extending sunlight, curing sick children. The world seemed brighter, kinder—at least on the surface.
But every sentence had a price. No blood, no tears—only something more subtle: memories. Bit by bit, Daisuke began to lose himself. The names of loved ones faded. The warmth of his first summer vanished. Even fear—something that makes humans cautious and wise—no longer lived in him. He was becoming hollow, like the pages he had once found in that book.
Meanwhile, the world he reshaped began to crack. The city of Bronze Bastion, a bastion of civilization that rejected myth and narrative, began to collapse from within. Rationality could no longer explain a reality that kept shifting. And from the mists of the Mighty Forest of Death, forgotten and discarded stories began to stir. Failed legends and abandoned fairytales clawed their way back—demanding recognition, and revenge.
Out of the shadow of that madness came a terrifying figure: the Shadow Scribe. A reflection of Daisuke, born from every memory he had sacrificed. It was the part of him that refused to forget, the part enraged at being used. The Shadow Scribe didn’t want to change the world—he wanted to erase it. He sought to write one final, perfect story: a world without feeling, without flaw, without humanity.
Now, Daisuke stands on the brink of ruin. He knows that writing one more sentence might cost him the last pieces of his soul. But to stop writing is to let the world collapse under the chaos he created. Torn between the will to save and the urge to surrender, he faces a choice only someone with hope—or the courage to admit their mistakes—can make.
In a world where narrative doesn’t just live, but hungers, a single sentence could be salvation… or the end of everything.
This is not just a tale of imagination and the power of words. It’s a story about the cost of creation, the fragile line between human and god, and the scars ambition leaves behind. It’s about the courage to remain human—even when the world demands you become something more… or something monstrous.
"This world doesn’t need a god. Just a pen… and a mad young man willing to rewrite everything."
