The Rewrite:The Author Must Die[ENGLISH VERSION]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── POV: VERA ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ㅤ "I love you, Aria. I will never leave you," the male lead whispers, kneeling in the middle of the rain. ㅤ So cliché. It’s nauseating. ㅤ I watch them from the rooftop of an abandoned church. This is it: ‘Chapter 15: The Grand Confession.’ In the original script, this is where they share a kiss. Five chapters later, they’re married. And once that happens, the world I grew up in will vanish like a bubble to make way for the Author’s next story. ㅤ "Sorry, Prince Charming. But 'on-going' is the only status I accept," I mutter to myself, adjusting my grip on my weapon. ㅤ I pull out my sniper rifle—a weapon that shouldn't even exist in this "Historical Romance" story. But as a 'glitch' in the system, I possess tools from other genres that were deleted long ago. ㅤ I take a deep breath. In my vision, the world stands still. Even the rain seems to stop mid-drop. ㅤ KASHA! ㅤ One shot. No miss. ㅤ The Prince’s head explodes right in front of his beloved Aria. The Heroine’s white gown is stained with red—vivid, warm blood. ㅤ [ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: MAIN CHARACTER DECEASED. ] ㅤ [ STATUS: PLOT DISRUPTED. REWRITING REQUIRED. ] ㅤ [ WORLD LIFESPAN EXTENDED: +10 CHAPTERS. ] ㅤ I breathe a sigh of relief. Success. My world is safe again for another ten chapters. Ten more chapters before the next threat of "The End." ㅤ "Vera! What did you do?!" a voice screams from behind me. ㅤ I turn around. It’s Arlo. ㅤ He’s the Second Lead of this story—the man destined to be heartbroken, forever living in the Prince's shadow. But instead of crying or thanking me, he stares at me with pure rage. ㅤ "I’m just protecting our home, Arlo," I say, calmly cleaning the tip of my barrel. "Do you really want us to be 'Completed'? Do you want all our memories to just vanish because of a single kiss dictated by the Author?" ㅤ "But this isn't the right way! You killed the lead again! You killed an innocent character!" He rushes toward me, gripping my arm tightly. "Don't you feel it? The Author... he’s angry. He’s already erasing the background characters on the next block. We’re next, Vera. He’s erasing the pages!" ㅤ Suddenly, the ground shakes. The dark sky turns a blinding, blank white. It's as if a giant eraser is passing over us. ㅤ [ AUTHOR’S NOTE: I'm tired of this glitch. Deleting the Villainess... now. ] ㅤ My eyes widen. A massive shadow falls from the sky, deleting the church and the street where we stand. ㅤ "Run, Vera!" Arlo shouts. ㅤ He grabs my hand, and together we leap into the expanding void. As we fall, I see our entire world—a thin sheet of paper being torn apart by invisible hands. ㅤ "Arlo, if we die... I want you to know..." I say, clutching his hand firmly. Is this my ending? ㅤ "Don't get dramatic, Vera! This isn't the end!" he yells, his voice trembling against the wind. "We’ll take the pen. We’ll write our own genre!" ㅤ In that moment, I realize something I never noticed before. ㅤ I’m not the only killer here. ㅤ Arlo... the lead who was supposed to be kind and the perpetual loser... is holding a knife hidden behind his back. And that knife? It’s pointed straight at my heart as we fall. ㅤ "Wait... Arlo? What—" ㅤ He smiles—a smile that doesn't belong to a Hero. A smile full of deception. ㅤ "Sorry, Vera. The Author whispered in my head... if I kill you... he’ll make me the new Main Character in the next draft." ㅤ Before I can even fight back, the white void swallows us whole