Hell Writer Odasaku

[This article will be added to V on October 5th, and will be updated with 10,000 words dropped at that time. Thank you for your support~] My name is Oda, 23 years old. He lives on Goldfish Avenue in the underworld, works under Lord Ghost Lamp, and serves as the director of the editorial department of underworld anecdotes. He is about to be sent to the present world to investigate an international criminal group called the Black Organization. I don't smoke, I only drink a little bit, and I write for half an hour before going to bed. I heard that everyone calls me Pigeonosuke in private, but I have never changed my mind due to external prejudice. How can we call it a pigeon if we just take a break from the publication to engage in in-depth thinking? *The text is in third person, there are private settings, OOC warning Oda Investigation Log Week 1: The citizens of Tokyo are very perceptive and easily saw through my disguise, even elementary school students did not hide it... I hope Lord Oniden will approve my application for suspension of publication. First month: Joined the black organization, everyone is taking good care of me, but the work progress is slow... I hope the application for suspension of publication will be approved. The third month: There are many undercover agents lurking in the organization... I hope the publication will be suspended. [Small theater: "I asked, why would Lord Oniden send you to complete such a dangerous mission?" Colleagues who had always regarded Oda as a literary and artistic worker made a voice of incomprehension. Oda: "Probably because I'm very professional." After all, he was once the world's number one killer, lived on the streets, joined a gang, and had remarkable business abilities. "Professional? Do you mean delaying the manuscript?" Colleagues laughed. Motto: Dreams will always come true