EmpressNyx

“I Reincarnated into a Book I Never Wrote”

"This world was never supposed to exist.
I never wrote it.
And yet… it remembers me."

Arin Kael, a young aspiring novelist, dies before his first manuscript is ever completed. But death is not the end. He wakes up in a strange yet familiar world—a story he never published, never wrote down, but only imagined long ago. The landscapes, the characters, the rules of magic… all are born from the scattered fragments of his abandoned ideas.

There's only one problem:
He’s not the protagonist.
He’s not the author.
And the villain looks exactly like him.

With no memory of finishing this tale, Arin finds himself trapped inside a living book—one that evolves, rewrites itself, and knows his secrets. Joined by Veyra, a heroine who claims she was erased from his forgotten drafts, and Mira, a witch who speaks in quotes from his real-life journals, Arin must navigate a world where characters are self-aware, plots bend like paper, and reality obeys narrative logic.

But somewhere in the shadows, someone—or something—is still writing.

Who is the true author of this world?
Why was Arin brought back to a book he never wrote?
And when the final page turns…
will he still exist?

I Reincarnated into a Book I Never Wrote

Location: Inkborne City – The Library Beneath the Clock

The massive gears of the clock tower groaned above Aika as she pushed open the rusted doors leading into the underground library. A gust of dry, ink-scented air hit her as a thousand whispers brushed past her ears — voices trapped in parchment, yearning to be read again.

The ink beneath her boots shimmered faintly. It wasn't water. It was moving… like it remembered.

"The Library remembers," Arin murmured behind her, brushing his fingers along the metallic shelves. "Every story that passed through this place is still alive."

Aika swallowed hard. "Then my mother's story…"

"...could still be here," a soft, chilling voice interrupted.

A hooded woman stood at the base of the spiral staircase, face veiled in papyrus strands, eyes leaking dark red ink.

"I am the Archivist," she said. "And you tread where memories are not yours to claim."

Ren tightened his grip on his scythe. "We're not here to steal. We came for a letter."

The Archivist raised a trembling hand. The ground shuddered.

Paper beasts, stitched together from forgotten manuscripts and broken plots, rose from the shadows. One, shaped like a wolf with dozens of open mouths, let out a howl that scattered loose parchment across the marble floor.

Aika clenched her fist. "I don't care if this place is cursed. I need to find what she left."

Arin whispered, "The letter written in blood…"

Using a prism key stolen from the rebel writer they'd met earlier, the trio reached a narrow chamber, locked in stasis. In the center, suspended in a glass orb, hovered a page bound in veins, pulsing faintly.

"It's not ink," Aika whispered. "It's her blood. Her actual blood."

The Archivist reappeared beside them, silent as breath. "Only one who shares her blood may read it."

Aika stepped forward. Her hands trembled as the orb broke open, and the page landed in her palms — warm. Alive.

"Aika, if you're reading this, then I failed to protect the end of the story. You must now choose — erase the Reader… or become one."

The page ignited in crimson flames, absorbing into Aika's skin.

Her eyes flared violet. Her voice deepened.

"What… what's happening to me?!"

The Archivist bowed. "The inheritance begins."

They barely escaped the Library before it collapsed, the gears above turning counterclockwise, as though undoing time.

Aika stumbled outside, her breathing ragged. Her thoughts… they weren't only hers anymore.

"She left her mind behind in that letter," Aika whispered. "I can remember places I've never seen. People I've never met."

Ren placed a hand on her shoulder. "She didn't want to give you answers. She gave you choices."

Arin, watching the clouds above twist into strange ink-like shapes, murmured, "And now… someone else is rewriting this world."

Epilogue: The Broken Pen

Somewhere beyond the shattered border of the city, a hand scribbled violently across an unseen parchment. The ink was no longer black.

"Delete Aika. Promote Chapterbreaker. The story must not be hers."

The page trembled… and reality shivered.

Chapter 29: The Bloodbound Library