Every character I scrapped became real.
The dollmaker whose heart I carved out before abandoning the draft came at me with scissors, calling me Dad.
The barbarian god I forcibly wrote to his death pursued me from beyond the rift, demanding to know why he had endured thirty thousand years of lightning torture.
Even the city-destroying ghost woman I wrote on a whim was determined to settle the score with me.
Fortunately, as the author, I still remembered their basic settings.
An orange cat drove off a fifth-tier calamity.
A few words of advice let someone break through on the spot.
So the Special Affairs Bureau created a top-secret file on me, and black-market kingpins bowed down before me.
Everyone said I was an ancient deity living in seclusion on an old street.
All I wanted was to look after this bookstore and give the children the endings I owed them, one by one.
It's good to read😋😋The subject matter is very novel. I have never read a book of this type on Tomato. Moreover, the author's writing style is very good. You can tell he is a master at first glance😎
The subject matter is very novel (it can be said to be particularly outstanding among foreign persimmons), but the author's writing skills are not good, and some parts are very uncomfortable to read.