The pen in my hand started killing people.
Strange rules have come to the world, and countries are fighting each other using "creators" as weapons. I, a third-rate horror novel author who had just been laid off, was chosen as the last hope of the Dragon Kingdom.
They called me rubbish.
Until I wrote the first rule: Anyone who steps into my land needs to make a new choice - to become a rock, a wave, or a soul that will never be transcended.
The ghost is outside the door. The pen is in my hand.
This time, I'm going to write a story that scares the world.
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I'm not as good at writing as the masters, but I can still write better.
I'm not as good at writing as the masters, but I can still write better.