I Build a Home with My Tsukumogami

Also known as The Blade Spirits Help Me Build a Home. Lower-tier zone: Chapters 1-12. The mid-tier Honmaru begins in Chapter 13. Yayoi transmigrates by accident. With no money, skills, or identity, he has no choice but to apply to a research center with a completely misleading name on a snowy day. Thus begins his second life as a writer, or rather, a caretaker for the world's center (weakest). This research center claims to be developing new energy, but something about it seems just a little off... In the lower-tier zone, Yayoi is a professional freeloader and a total weakling, so worthless that even the big shots can't be bothered to drain a single drop of blood from him. Yayoi says, "Nice environment, nice coworkers, nice food." Then his coworkers suddenly turn into Upper Rank Two, calling him "cutie" with every bite, and Yayoi hauls a rocket on his back and rushes into the mid-tier zone overnight. In the mid-tier zone, Yayoi is the weakest of the weak, and can only build up his Honmaru with help. A whole bunch of sword warriors kneel and beg him not to die. Yayoi says, "Nice coworkers, environmentally friendly food, and sleeping under the open sky." The caretaker instantly turns into a construction foreman. First, build dorms, then start farming. The Honmaru is my home, and we all build it together. But just as he finishes building a grand dormitory, his employer promotes him. Upon taking up his new post in the upper-tier zone, Yayoi is a treasured darling held in the hands of the gods, a dandelion they fear might vanish with a single breath. Yayoi: "That's really not necessary." That very night, he comes down with a high fever, and a group of nonhumans kneel by his bed. "Please, don't die!" Yayoi: "..." I'm just running a fever, thanks! The gods explain, "Back in my era, when humans got a fever, they were as good as dead." Yayoi: "..." What era was that?! There's no getting through to them. He pulls up the covers and goes back to sleep. + Upcoming derivative fic, no CP: Those Years I Worked Like a Dog in the Gojo Family. I Almost Became the Clan Head. Something is off about the Gojo family! The head of the Zenin family is the first to notice that their rival, the Gojo family, has changed the way it does things. He glances at Kamo, who still hasn't noticed a thing, and enjoys his usual sense of intellectual superiority. So what exactly is off? The Zenin clan head rubs his chin, brimming with curiosity as he digs into the reason behind the Gojo family's changes. Has their clan head finally gone crazy? No. Has the Gojo family's Six Eyes changed its orientation? Not that either. Aha, there you are! The person standing behind the Six Eyes... a young girl?! The Zenin clan head slaps his thigh and laughs, then makes a sincere offer to the Gojo family girl whose secret identity has been exposed: "Want to marry into my family? The salary will be to your liking, and I'll guarantee you promotions all the way to clan head!" Trembling*with fate's hand around her throat*tempted by a three-second salary*Kazumi: "Thank you for your kind offer. You're too generous. I'm grateful you think so highly of me!" Thanks so much to your entire family. + In the Gojo family, Kazumi is the least talented child. She has neither cursed techniques nor cursed energy, and she's a girl, to boot. Kazumi: Pah! She doesn't care about cursed techniques, doesn't like cursed energy, and is very glad to be a girl. She refuses to reconcile with this world, full of discrimination and people ignorant of the law. She raises her middle finger high! + When Kazumi was seven, she had a high fever for three days. It didn't make her stupid, but it did evaporate all the Meng Po Soup she'd drunk in her previous life, awakening her memories from that life. Then she realized, to her dismay, that she hadn't just changed countries, but worlds as well. Overnight, she was back at square one, thrown all the way back into the feudal era. She started working like a corporate drone at a young age. Above her were countless curses, in the middle were teammates who held her back, and below her was the Gojo family, ignorant of the law at every turn. Looking at the neighboring Kamo and Zenin families, she was convinced this whole world was one giant slapdash operation. Kazumi, a penniless orphan: Ha! Give up, there's no hope, just wait to die. Just kidding. Being reincarnated again is out of the question, at least for now. All she can do is struggle to survive in this curse-ridden world, scraping by with side jobs while protecting herself from the curses everywhere. Our goal is... 5t5: No rotten oranges! Geto: No curses! Kazumi: Get rich overnight! Shoko: ...Kazumi, your genre is wrong! + 1. The author's cat wrote this, so please don't scold the cat ;) I'm begging all you cat owners. 2. There is CP, there is CP, and there will be cuddling, there will be cuddling. 3. Everyday life, but not quite everyday (?). 4. Inspired by management strategy games such as Lobotomy Corporation, Warehouse 13, and Shikigami. 5. The main theme is "The Honmaru is my home, and we all build it together," with the occasional story about going out to travel. 6. The blurb has been saved as a screenshot. Theme: Kindness deserves to be repaid tenfold.