The Writer's Record of Immortality

After the college entrance examination, I became an ordinary writer to kill time, but accidentally fell into the fantasy world I wrote. The pure white library became my unique reincarnation place. Every time you fall, you can return to the past, but the price is the real pain of death. The guardian of the pages who was born out of the kindness of all sentient beings, the red-haired assassin who can travel through dimensions but is cursed, and the judge who walks alone in the shadows have traveled this continent with me. Valkyrie artifacts eroded by resentment are scattered all over the place, looking for people with strong obsessions in their hearts, using power as a shackle, and gradually devouring the soul of the holder. Abyssal miasma and deformed monsters are rampant in the world, and the evil gods lurking in the depths of the dimension are a huge threat hanging over all planes. On one side is the ancient land made of ancient trees and giant rocks, and on the other side is the mechanical country where gears and steam are intertwined. Broken pages and flowing runes are floating in the gap between the two worlds. I traveled around different planes, pursuing the supreme authority "the pen of destiny" hidden in the origin of words. The pages of the book build thousands of worlds, and obsession breeds endless disasters. When the boundary between fantasy and reality loosens, the person who writes the book will eventually write the answer that belongs to himself and those who travel with him.