Alenkeez

Desperate for the future, Arin stands defeated in the face of hardship—his mother and father consumed by illness, and his little sister unable to endure life without them. But with every disaster comes a glimmer of hope…

Arin suddenly finds himself in the world of the novel he had been reading, on the floor of the Inkeer. Given a chance to save his family, the Inkeer offers him a deal: save this world and rewrite its ending in gold. He agrees.

On a journey that takes him deep into legends, armed with his foreknowledge of events, Arin and those who follow him confront secret organizations and mysterious factions…

Can an intruder from another world rewrite the final chapters of a story he does not belong to?

The Story Keeper: The Foreign Reader

I rested my head on the novel's pages... and my vision began to blur.

The clock on the wall behind me ticked quietly as I gradually drifted into a deep sleep.

At the stroke of midnight, the sound ceased... I felt something wrong.

Maybe the battery has run out...I will sleep on the bed. I got up from the chair quietly while touching the pages of the novel before I left. I don't know if this is out of respect for it or if I'm afraid to continue my life without it.

A very distant sound made me feel as if my back was being hit...the sounds had all disappeared after that, leaving me in a moment of complete silence with ringing in my ears.

The voice started roaring in my room. I fell to my knees from its intensity as if lightning had struck next to me!?

In a moment, I opened my eyes... Everything around me was white... I was floating in the void. I looked at my hands, hoping I'd wake up soon.

The voice came from behind me and went on forever, it was majestic and dense, I looked up and saw a throne behind it and on either side a wall, a floor, a ceiling, all slowly fading away.

I didn't say anything. I just looked up and lifted my head, there was a man with short white hair, black eyes and white fancy clothes.

He was sitting on his throne with his heart pierced and blood coming out of his mouth... with a firm voice he said:

His calm, seemingly otherworldly voice sent shivers down my spine, and when I regained consciousness, I replied in fear:

I was relieved at the same time, I had the feeling that I was dreaming... I looked at the man with his black eyes as everything around him slowly faded away:

"Arin, I am the Inkeer, this is where Kyle was a few minutes ago, before he followed the Nothing to the end... Arin, save this world, and if you succeed, I promise I will grant you your wish..."

Without stuttering despite the blood dripping from his mouth as he spoke, his voice remained normal... Here, I realized that perhaps I wasn't dreaming.

I opened my mouth and my eyes widened when I heard his offer, but I truly didn't understand what was happening... Kyle? Was he here...? What's going on...

"What… What is this? Where am I?!"

I said in fear, not knowing where I was and what was happening...

These words, which I could hardly believe, painted some hope in my soul... In a few moments my mother, father and sister flashed through my mind, the Inkeer answered me before the fading reached his throne:

"This world...was not just ink on paper, the dreams of everyone in it were not just words...including Kyle, Arin, this is my world that I tried to protect with everything I had...will you save it?"

The sight of the Inkeer was truly hopeless... Originally the Inkeer was the character that controlled the world in Kyle Among the Shadows, and there was a revolution that wanted to remove the Inkeer from his rule and they succeeded and the world disappeared...is this place the world...?

This is madness, what's happening now is madness!! I lowered my head, staring at the endless void below me, thinking about what I should do...

"Will you save the world for me... Arin?"

This time, his words weren't cold; his tone was slightly fearful... I snapped back to reality and thought deeply...

It wasn't an order or a request, it was a reproach. The novel "Kyle Between Shadows" had always been with me during my hard times; it was always my salvation and my pleasure... He wants me to repay him.

By nature, I am a coward and I am afraid of the unknown. I was thinking of refusing until the memories began to pour down on me like rain. I remembered those small details...my father's wrinkles, my mother's mole near her smile.

The Fading Royal Court