King of Hell's Pen

I got a pen and writing my real name can determine life or death. I thought I was a judge on behalf of heaven, but it wasn't until I accidentally killed myself that I realized that my every pen wasted my life, and my abilities were corroding me into a monster. The "Feng Xie Guild" representing the national order issued a wanted order for me. The degenerate strong men who shouted "Seven Deadly Sins" regarded me as a kindred spirit and wanted to recruit me into their gang. And the only girl I trust, her ability is to make people forget - including everything about me. When the power belonging to the underworld is scattered in the world, when the judge himself becomes the object of judgment, on the edge of the cliff between order and madness, memory and forgetfulness - can I still believe this?