Lord Creator, Please Be Responsible for Yours

I picked up a notebook and wrote my name, and the virtual creation came true. It was called "Creation Notes". I was finally able to bring the perfect girlfriend of my dreams into reality. But she begged me: "Don't do this. Creation is not a gift, it is a curse." Note warning: Creation is binding, and you must be responsible for her existence for the rest of your life. I originally thought that this was just a proposition about "love and truth" between me and her. It wasn't until the natural disaster of the undead came and the saint from another world knelt down to beg for salvation that I was shocked to realize: what this notebook connected was all the living worlds born out of my "fantasy". And they were all asking me the same question: "Master Creator, you have given us life and suffering, and what will you bear for us?"