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They Call Me Author

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Seiji, once a normal writer with a handful of forgotten novels, gave up his dreams to live a quiet life. But one night, he wakes up in a mysterious room — only to learn that the Almighty has chosen him to become the Executive of Fictional Realms. The universes born from his imagination have begun to shape reality. Now, entrusted with divine authority, he must take control of these chaotic worlds — each ruled by characters he himself created. From dragon slayers to devil hunters, sun emperors to wandering adventurers — they all stand before him, confused, rebellious, powerful. And yet… only one sits upon the throne. > "I am the writer of your stories." In a realm where imagination becomes reality, he must guide, confront, and sometimes battle his own creations — all while keeping the balance between fiction and fate. But ruling over one's own mind... isn't as easy as writing it.
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Chapter 1 - The Summoning

I was just an ordinary writer. I had written a few short novels — nothing too popular. So I let them go, left that behind, and focused on studying. Eventually, I got a job to live a normal life.

That day was like any other. I went to the office, came back home, had dinner, talked with a friend, played games on my PC — then finally went to sleep at night.

But suddenly… I woke up.

I realized — this wasn't my room.

I had somehow ended up in a different place. The room was so dark and deep, I couldn't even see its end. I was sitting on a wooden chair. Behind me was a wall.

I was scared.

Shocked.

I kept asking myself — how did I get here? Who brought me here?

I panicked. I screamed —

"Who brought me here!?"

That's when a voice echoed from behind the wall:

> "I brought you here, mortal. By the order of the Almighty — the one who created the stars, the planets, the multiverse. The one who knows past, present, and future."

He continued:

> "There are many like me, beings created to monitor the multiverse. I am the leader of them. I keep the list of all existing universes.

But something strange happened. Because of you... because of the stories you wrote… many new universes were born — universes that weren't even in the original list."

> "Every time I tried to list those new universes, the Almighty stopped me. He said — 'This is my creation. These worlds came from his imagination. He will now take responsibility.'"

> "That is why… you are here."

I was stunned.

Confused.

Scared.

My brain froze. I had no clue what was happening.

But after a moment, I pulled myself together. I tried to understand everything. After a while, it all started making sense.

So I said —

"Then... I have some conditions."

But the voice replied —

> "Every condition you can think of has already been fulfilled."

I was shocked again.

But then I realized — this world, this place, has far more surprises than I could ever imagine.

Suddenly, the place around me began to shift.

I was transported to a beautiful new location — peaceful, full of trees, a massive arena, and a giant hall.

Then again, I was shifted.

This time — into an enormous office.

At the very end of the office, there was a huge throne. Behind it, a giant mural hung on the wall —

A dragon, a sword, a gun, a devil, a battlefield — all from my stories.

In front of the throne was a desk. On it was my name, a feather pen, a bunch of story notebooks — everything arranged perfectly.

Beside my desk was another one — labeled "Alex."

That was my personal assistant.

There were more desks — smaller ones — meant for all my main characters. The ones I created.

Then, the voice transferred all the data and details of the universes I was now responsible for — directly into my brain.

And gave me special powers, so I could keep my main characters in check.

As the information hit me — it felt like an extreme shock.

So painful, I threw up.

But the vomit instantly vanished — which made me laugh like crazy.

Then… the voice left.

At that moment, Alex appeared.

She was a special spirit — made just for me.

She knew my life, my personality, my universes — everything.

I told her,

"Alex… bring them here. Teleport them."

Within seconds, all my characters appeared before me — confused and panicked. They didn't know where they were or why they had been pulled from their own universes.

I told them to sit.

They refused.

So Alex forcefully made them sit.

Then one of them — the Sage — stood up and asked:

> "Who are you?"

I walked toward the throne. Sat down.

And with a calm but powerful voice, I said —

> "I am the writer of your stories..."

(TO BE CONTINUED Coming back December)