world of error

He was never chosen. So he chose himself. In a world where stories are law and power is granted by the Codex — sacred tomes that awaken in those fated to become Readers or Writers — Sheng Luò was meant to be forgotten. His best friend died to become a Writer. Sheng Luò killed to be one. But the Codex never answered him. In the silence that followed his rejection, Sheng Luò abandoned the world and its systems — and began to write not with ink, but with poetry born from suffering. His verses carry weight. They scar the air, twist space, and leave echoes in the bones of those who hear them. Now, hunted by Codex-bound agents and feared by a world that cannot name him, Sheng Luò walks a path of his own making — a path without ink, without law, and without time.He is not a Reader. He is not a Writer. He is the first and last line of a poem that can never be erased. And if his final verse is ever spoken… reality itself may have to choose between remembering him — or