The Chronicle of the Beginning and Climax

Chapter 28 – The Rewrite of Fate

A sharp breath. A flickering page. A war between ink and light.

Jihwan's golden book pulsed in his grip, the very air around him warping under the clash of two forces that should never coexist. Across from him, the Unwritten loomed, an entity composed of stories erased before they could be told.

"Let's begin, then." The Unwritten smirked, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken history.

Jihwan moved first. His book flashed open, pages turning in a blur as his command took form.

[Rewrite: Forced Stasis – The Unwritten is bound in place.]

The golden letters etched into reality, weaving an undeniable law. A rule enforced by narrative itself.

For a moment, the Unwritten froze mid-step, his ink-like body locking into place.

Jihwan didn't hesitate. He turned the page.

[Rewrite: Dimensional Seal – Prevent exit through known and unknown means.]

A ring of golden runes engraved themselves into the world, sealing the battlefield. There would be no escape.

Jihwan took in a slow breath. He had him.

Or so he thought.

A soft chuckle escaped the Unwritten's lips.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

Jihwan's instincts screamed.

A single finger moved.

Then another.

Then—

Crack.

The air shattered like fragile glass as the Unwritten stepped forward, effortlessly breaking free from Jihwan's law. The golden runes flickered… then faded.

"No," Jihwan muttered. That was impossible. A Rewrite could not be undone unless—

Unless the opponent never acknowledged the story in the first place.

"Rules?" The Unwritten smiled, his ink-like fingers slicing through the remnants of Jihwan's rewritten fate. "You think you can cage me with your laws?"

A wave of black ink erupted from the Unwritten's body, devouring the space between them. Jihwan's book flared, attempting to counter.

[Rewrite: Spatial Shift—]

Too slow.

A hand grasped his throat.

Jihwan's body was lifted off the ground, his breath choking under the Unwritten's grasp.

"Let me teach you something," the Unwritten murmured, tilting his head. His fingers tightened. "The difference between us isn't just power."

Jihwan struggled, his vision blurring. His fingers clawed for his book, but—

The pages began to burn.

His golden pages.

Burning.

Jihwan's heart stopped.

"You are a Reader," the Unwritten continued, voice gentle—mocking. "But I am the absence of stories."

The golden light dimmed.

Jihwan felt it. The weight of erasure. His very existence beginning to fade.

No.

No.

He would not disappear.

Not like this.

Something inside him cracked open.

A new page.

A new command.

A new possibility.

[Rewrite: The Reader Cannot Be Erased.]

BOOM.

A burst of golden energy exploded outward, blasting the Unwritten back. Jihwan landed on his knees, gasping for air.

The burnt pages stopped disintegrating.

His book remained intact.

The Unwritten stared at him—eyes widening.

Jihwan exhaled. Then he looked up.

And he smiled.

"You're right," Jihwan admitted, flipping open his book again.

"The difference between us isn't power."

His golden aura ignited.

"It's that my story isn't over yet."

To Be Continued...