The Otherworldly Divinity, struck by lightning, groaned as fragments of myth spilled from its body.The fragments, stripped of the context that sustained them, shattered into words, then dissolved further into lone consonants and vowels.[Constellation, “The Last Leader,” has achieved his lifelong wish.][Constellation, “The Last Leader,” is freed from his contract with the Otherworldly Divinity.]As expected, the Leader had been bound by a pact with that divinity.[Constellation, “The Last Leader,” expresses his gratitude to you.][Constellation, “The Last Leader,” passes on his own myth to you.]I froze.Already? He was offering me his myth?There was no time to even check what kind I had received.【N-no, it can’t—】The not-yet-dissolved Divinity dragged its halved upper body and howled.【If the recorder does not… ■ will ■ ■ … be angered】One way or another, this had to end.I readied [Transfiguration] again.【If you cannot be a recorder—】It turned those ghastly eyes on me. With a sound like wind scattering sand, its entire myth blew apart.And then, its presence vanished.A bad feeling coiled in me.Where had it gone?The scene spun once, and I was flung out of the snowfield.When vision returned, I saw the battered wooden floor of the duel arena. The stench of blood stung my nose.Staggering, I searched around. Where were the others? Had they survived?Hearing returned—crowds murmuring, weapons clashing sharply.The fight wasn’t over yet.“Everyone, fall back!”At least the worldview invasion seemed to have stopped.Fewer than a dozen revenants remained, and Jeong Huiwon was leading the cleanup with ease.But where had it gone?The Divinity had surely escaped into this world, yet I saw no trace.Then, across the arena, my eyes met Jeong Huiwon’s. I was about to call out when her face went pale.“Get down!”A chill raced up my back—I turned to see something lunging at me.A Rank 7 nonhuman, a steel revenant.Damn. One was left.But its state was odd.[Rank 7 nonhuman, “steel revenant,” attempts “Bloodpoint Explosion.”]Bloodpoint Explosion. Its body swelled with a black-red aura ready to burst. I didn’t need an explanation.It was going to self-destruct.I stepped back to retreat—[Due to the penalty of “Incitement,” your physical abilities are drastically weakened.]The recoil from earlier Incitement struck me now. My legs wouldn’t move as I wished. Cold sweat soaked my back.“Move!”Fortunately, Jeong Huiwon was faster. She would reach me before the revenant exploded—But something felt wrong. Like a line had been left out of the page.Another steel revenant tore through the revenant ranks behind her.[Rank 7 nonhuman, “steel revenant,” attempts “Bloodpoint Explosion.”]Another one.And it wasn’t running at me—it was after Jeong Eunho.If you cannot be a recorder—The Divinity’s last words echoed.I shouted reflexively.“Huiwon! Cover the rear first!”Realization dawned on her face. She followed my eyes.[Exclusive skill, “□□,” activation condition fulfilled.][You enter the “snowfield.”]The world drained to monochrome. Luckily, the skill had triggered in time.[Exclusive skill, “□□,” has been activated.][A critical branching event has occurred.]Within the frozen scene, I surveyed quickly.Skill [□□] only triggered during unexpected actions or branching moments in crucial events.This time, it was the latter.Which meant: from here, the world’s story was about to change.***The Butcher of Madness「At that moment, Jeong Huiwon □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□…….」Based on your current proficiency, you may add 300 characters of narration.***[You may remain in the snowfield for 8 minutes.]I stared blankly at the scene’s title.The Butcher of Madness.In the 41st regression, Yoo Joonghyuk had told me:If you want to be my comrade, recruit the Butcher of Madness.At this point, that wasn’t hard.Soon I would gain Yoo Joonghyuk’s trust, and ensure survival in this round. That should have been enough.And at first, it was.But now…「Lee Hak-hyun did not know if that was the right thing anymore.」My breath trembled. Though frozen in space-time, my heart pounded violently.「Lee Hak-hyun did not want to bring the Butcher of Madness to Yoo Joonghyuk.」Every writer has stories they never want to write. And the freedom not to.「Because now, he knew who the Butcher of Madness was.」Yet when an episode’s climax blazed before your eyes, and one more line would complete it—What author could resist writing that final sentence?I steadied myself and scanned the frozen tableau.「The protagonist of this stage was Jeong Huiwon.」She ran toward me, but turned her head.Ahead was me. Behind her, Jeong Eunho.So far, so good.The problem: two steel revenants were targeting us.One rushing at me. The other at Jeong Eunho.Both primed for self-destruction.Whichever one she failed to stop, the target would almost surely die.I calmed myself and arranged the words.The title of this scene: The Butcher of Madness.But who, and what, that meant was unwritten. I was the one who would write it.I began the sentence. Carefully, densely, with the best words I could muster.「…and so, by a miracle, Jeong Huiwon saved them both. (297 characters)」But even then—[You have narrated an impossible event.][Reenactment success rate: less than 0.01%.][You lack sufficient plausibility.][Checking reader feedback.]0.01%.+rlaehrwk37: …rlaehrwk78: Honestly, that’s forced.+I knew.It was physically impossible for Jeong Huiwon to save both me and her brother.But hadn’t I forced stories like this before?On the bridge with Yoo Joonghyuk, when I sacrificed both arms to save my comrades.So I wrote again, and again.Maybe if I conceded—her brother lives, I’m gravely injured but survive.[Reenactment success rate: less than 0.01%.][You lack sufficient plausibility.]No matter what I wrote, the probability stayed absurdly low.[Checking reader feedback.]+rlaehrwk99: So the important characters are immortal?rlaehrwk141: That makes the story too predictable.+A storm rose in my head.I knew the tale lacked plausibility. But the readers’ reaction stunned me.+rlaehrwk41: Didn’t this novel start with people’s heads exploding?rlaehrwk37: Shut up, newbie.rlaehrwk124: Bitter, but yeah—it’s more fun that way.+Feedback scrolled as the timer ticked down.[2 minutes remaining.]I looked at Jeong Huiwon. At Jeong Eunho.Time was almost gone. I had few sentences left.In a world where whatever I wrote became reality, what sentence should a writer write?What could I write?What does it mean to write a good story?I still didn’t know.[You lack sufficient plausibility.]Thankfully, I still had stored plausibility points.Plausibility points—the power to turn the impossible into the possible.As with Huiwon’s awakening, I could use them again—[Due to a skill error, “plausibility investment” is currently unavailable.]Skill error.Come to think of it, the [□□] skill had been broken since Hansuyeong.[1 minute remaining.]My mind went blank.At this rate, either I or Jeong Eunho must die.「At that moment, someone entered Lee Hak-hyun’s vision.」I gaped.Maybe…「There was one way. One way for both he and Jeong Eunho to live.」I stared at that figure.Lightning crackled in my skull. Even knowing I shouldn’t, I couldn’t stop my hand. As if it existed solely to write ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) that sentence.And then—「…it was the ending the readers had wanted. (297 characters)」[Reenactment success rate: over 90%.][You have written a plausible narration.]A shockingly high rate.The snowfield and the readers spoke together.+rlaehrwk37: So that’s how it ends.rlaehrwk99: (tears)rlaehrwk41: Beautiful.+My hands shook.The readers were right. To save both me and Eunho, there was only that way.But it was a story that should never be written.No matter how polished, there are tales that must not exist.And for me, this was that tale.I erased the line and wrote again.「Lee Hak-hyun resolved himself.」Even if the success rate was 0.01%.[30 seconds remaining.][You have narrated an impossible event.][Reenactment success rate: less than 0.01%.]This time, let me write the impossible.[20 seconds remaining.][You have narrated an impossible event.][Reenactment success rate: less than 0.01%.]I refused to give up. Again, again.[10 seconds remaining.][You have narrated an impossible event.][Reenactment success rate: less than 0.01%.]…Why could I write only this kind of story?[You exit the snowfield.]Color returned. Amid the chaos, I thought: maybe I wasn’t fit to be a writer.I had not written the sentences to complete the work. I had written what I wanted.The odds were dismal, the success rate near zero.And still I prayed—That whoever was reading might add their plausibility to this tale.[Scene reenactment has failed.]A message I had never heard before.Hollowness weighed in my chest.My words had not been realized.And yet—“Do failed sentences still remain in the story?”The instant I heard the line, goosebumps rose.Because I knew that sentence.“Lee Hak-hyun shouted.”The sentence I had written and erased.“No! Get back! Quickly!”“In that instant, Jeong Huiwon chose.”Maybe this was the story I had wanted to write all along.“Inho!”“To save Cheon Inho.”Huiwon, clutching me, kicked at the steel revenant charging us.Its body flew into the air, and in that same moment, she hurled her blade—empowered with [Demon Slayer] and [Hour of Judgment]—into its torso.The sword’s overwhelming cutting force bisected it instantly.But the other side—“Eunho!”Another steel revenant bore down on the collapsed Eunho.Its body reeked of the Divinity’s foul myth. At the last second, it looked at me and laughed.Why do they go so far?I knew the answer.Because even like this, they only wanted to be remembered in the story.The world slowed to a crawl.The revenant sprinting, smoking. Screams. Sergeant Kim shouting. Huiwon twisting in panic. The revenant’s hand stretching for Eunho.I had rewritten and rearranged the sentences countless times to block this moment.And I wondered—In the annihilation method, how many times had this occurred?How many times had Eunho died here? How many times had Huiwon lost her brother?And—How many times had Huiwon become the Butcher of Madness?I shifted my gaze. Near Eunho stood another figure.In that frozen eternity, only he and I met eyes, thinking the same thought.I didn’t know him.Not his age, his home, his loves or hates. Nothing.All I knew was—He had read this story.I reached toward him.I wanted to shout. To tell him to stop.The explosion thundered. Bodies flung across the arena floor.Breath heaved. Time resumed its pace.“This is still Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint.”And both Huiwon and I ran to Eunho.“For it is written for a single reader alone.”Through the smoke, Eunho’s skull mask lay on the ground.Huiwon cried his name.“And it was completed by the sacrifice of a single reader.”A man was clutching Eunho tight. His body was drenched in blood.The flesh of his back was torn away, organs charred and exposed, beyond saving.Huiwon collapsed to her knees.I staggered to him and shook him.It couldn’t be. Not him.He shouldn’t die. He had [Iron Bones], [Sturdy Frame].But his eyes lifted, straining, to Huiwon.I remembered the comments he had left.He was about to enlist. He had resolved to confess to someone he liked.I remembered what I’d seen of him.He feared death.He had betrayed his unit and joined the Gaebang. He had abandoned his child and fled.He was not Huiwon’s father.He was just a reader, dragged here into this tale.And yet, on this tragic stage, he spoke the one line he had practiced all along.“You did well, Huiwon.”

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