I Was Almost Killed by the Character I Wrote.

Looking at the colorful light flowing in front of him, Garsk's soul trembled. This is not the Wind Lord he wrote, this is the Death he wrote for himself. "The contract is established. Purification begins." - The elf's voice was cold. > "Warning: Bound character 'Garsk'. Wind Lord's malice value: 99%." - The system's prompt is even colder. The countdown to survival begins. Should he kneel down and beg for mercy, or... Use the authority of the Creator to update the world he wrote?