I Was Never Real

I Was Never Real In a World Where Lies Become Monsters, I’m the Only One the World Can’t Erase In this world, magic is not a gift—it is a cost. Every spell devours memory. Names fade. Faces blur. Pasts disappear. And when the mind can no longer bear the gaps, it does what it does best— It lies. But lies don’t stay harmless. They take shape. Twisted by fear, denial, and broken truth, they become monsters—creatures born from forgotten memories and fabricated realities. The more people lie to fill the emptiness, the more these monsters spread, tearing at what little stability remains. Yet even they are not the greatest threat. The world itself has a rule. Anyone who becomes too “important”—too remembered, too real—gets erased. Not killed. Not destroyed. Forgotten. Completely. As if they never existed. Until one day… someone doesn’t disappear. A boy with no past, no record, no place in the world survives what should have erased him. No one remembers him. No system acknowledges him. And yet— He exists. Now hunted by monsters born from lies and a reality that rejects his presence, he begins to uncover a terrifying truth: This world isn’t breaking. It’s being corrected. And he— is the error. Because in a world where existence is defined by memory… The most dangerous thing you can be— is someone who was never real.