The Death God's Fujiwara Chronicle

(Reader advisory: This is a male-protagonist story with out-of-character portrayals and alternate character settings, terrible writing, irregular updates, and an author who likes reading the comments. Thank you for reading. Please contact me if you want the cover removed.) If 80% of your life is work, you're bound to be bored. Fujiwara Kurotsuki agrees. A shinigami's job is pure hell: you have to deal with the dead, clear work-related obstacles, and handle those trying to achieve immortality. I thought that after suffering through two lifetimes, I'd get a power fantasy script. Instead, I got even more work, and worse work at that. And... what do you mean shinigami have a salary system? What do you mean my coworker slacks off even more than I do, and I still have to clean up after her? What do you mean I'm good at fighting, so the organization has decided to send me to fight Byakuren Hijiri? This isn't the hellish life I wanted! Oh, right, this is hell. There's my preachy, green-haired, tiny boss; the tengu who keeps dragging me all over the place; my former subordinate, the hakutaku, who harasses me from time to time; and that coworker who's such a slacker I have to keep cleaning up after her. Oh, heavens, this really is hell. (Writes in diary.)