Imagine if the world you live in were nothing more than a fabric of imagination—

characters, monsters, and laws you yourself created.

A world that now follows rules written by your own hand.

That is exactly what happened to our protagonist, Zokaro.

No one knows how this story will end,

nor whether he will find an ending capable of changing the fate he once wrote.

Zokaro was a twenty-one-year-old university student living with his family in a modest home.

He had only one ambition: to become a famous writer like the others.

He had been writing his novel on the platform Tapas, working diligently on it.

Yet his story never made any real progress.

He had written 1,579 chapters,

and today was the final day—the day he would end the story he had been writing since he was fifteen.

At last, the novel reached its conclusion.

But what he received was a crushing failure.

The total number of views did not exceed 6,807.

For a story with such an enormous number of chapters,

it was a complete failure by any standard.

Even so, he insisted on finishing it to the very end.

He uploaded the final chapter

and then lay down on his bed, wishing for only one thing—

that his novel had gained more readers.

He believed no one had truly understood his story,

and he wished the entire world could read what he had written.

Soon after, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep,

especially since the next day was a day off—

Sunday.

No work, no university,

just a day people spent sleeping or with their families.

Hours passed.

A harsh beam of sunlight poured through his window, burning against his face.

Zokaro slowly opened his eyes.

The clock read 1:34 p.m.

He had slept far longer than usual,

enough to make his mother worry.

She climbed the stairs toward his room

and knocked on the door.

“Zokaro, are you awake?”

There was no response.

She turned the handle and found the door unlocked,

then stepped inside.

The room was a mess,

and Zokaro was still sleeping deeply.

Her anger flared.

She stepped closer and struck his back hard,

causing Zokaro to jolt upright in pain.

He looked up and saw his mother standing there, furious,

and said in a stammering voice:

“Why did you hit me, Mom?”

She stared at him with sharp, burning eyes.

“You really don’t know?

Come here… a little closer.”

He approached her slowly,

but she suddenly grabbed his ear and shouted:

“How many times have I told you to clean your room before sleeping?”

“I’m sorry, Mom… this is the last time. Please let go of my ear!”

She released him

and walked toward the door, then turned back, her eyes blazing with anger.

“If you don’t clean your room soon, there will be another punishment.

And after you shower, come eat—

even if it’s no longer breakfast, but lunch.”

Zokaro nodded quickly,

too frightened to say a single word.

After his mother left the room, he let out a slow sigh

and hurried to clean up.

When he finished, he picked up his phone

and noticed a new email notification from the platform.

It was from a reader of his novel.

He opened the comment,

only to find it strange.

The writing style was unusual—

almost like a wish.

Hello, this is my first comment on your story.

I’ve read your novel from beginning to end.

But have you ever wished this world were real?

How beautiful it would be to witness the end of the world with our own eyes.

Why don’t you wish with me for this world to become reality?

Zokaro smiled mockingly.

He considered it nothing more than a joke,

the ramblings of a childish mind.

So he replied:

Thank you for following the story from beginning to end.

Yes, it would be wonderful if this world were real,

to see everything with your own eyes.

He wrote the reply simply to please

the only reader who had made it to the end of his story.

He had no idea

that this small action would lead him to a tragic end.

An end

no one knew how it would begin,

or whether it even had an end at all.

He placed the phone on his desk

and left the room.

But at that moment,

the screen lit up with a new message:

“Wonderful… then witness the world you wrote.

The whole world will see it,

and they will witness its final ending… hahaha.”