Did the Setting I Wrote Swallow Me?

I wrote the protagonist to death, but accidentally traveled through time and became him? He is the useless protagonist who should be sacrificed, and I am the useless author dressed as him. There is no system, no cheats, just a head full of settings and a half-written fairy tale book. The black-robed leader attacks, and Qinghe is in danger. According to the script, I should set myself on fire with my sword, making readers cry. But looking at the girl's clear eyes, I tightened my grip on the Broken Heaven Sword: "Sorry, I'm going to overturn the chessboard in this game." I understand the blind spots of spell patterns and the logic of formation operations. I can use the yin and yang cyclone to reverse 3,600 revolutions, and I can lead the hearts of millions of people to turn into a prairie fire. Because I am the "Creator" of this world, and I also want to protect one person and one city. From a loser in the spiritual realm to a swordsman who reverses the fate of nature, from rewriting a plot to subverting the entire world. This time, I am not the creator of the pen, but the sword holder who overturns the chessboard. Regardless of the Nine Heavens or the shackles of the planes, I will smash all the scripts and get out of this "Refining the Way of the Mortal World" alive! I want to find the fragments of the Qi Po Xiao Sword and travel through the Nine Heavens. I also want to see what the soul that grew out of this world I wrote looks like.