[This is the story of a failed fairy tale writer who died, got isekaid to a distorted fairy tale world, and was given a second chance in life.]
There was a world of hopes and dreams.
It was the world of fairy tales.
The world of good and evil, where good prevails and everyone lives happily ever after.
But that utopia is no more.
Because evil had grown to the point of corrupting the residents and stained the world with malice.
The main characters opened their eyes to their own greed and desires, deviated from the set ending, and developed the story in various directions.
Now, that utopia was nothing more than a remnant of the past.
And I, Lawrence, was a writer who died in the real world and was transported to this broken world.
I have lost count of the number of times I almost died trying to survive in this dangerous world.
This is a recollection of the struggles I went through.
And it all began here, the first fairy tale I encountered:
"Little Red Riding Hood and the Cursed Forest."
