To Stay Alive, Upper Moon One Put on a Dress

※My other novel, The Substitute White Moonlight of the Port Mafia Boss, is currently updating. ▼Novel blurb▼ I woke up to find that I had become Enmu. I frantically searched through the plot of this minor villain, who was quickly killed off by a crocodile. I had a feeling I was doomed from the start. Why should a powerless Lower Moon, who'd die from a single slash by a Hashira, get caught up in a divine battle between you big shots?! To pay rent, I had no choice but to sell my Blood Demon Art. And my thoroughly mediocre writing skills. When survival is on the line, even dressing up as a girl and acting cute becomes a necessary evil. Then one day, I heard that my secret identities and I had become legendary as: "A mysterious dream-maker who mingles in high society" "A beautiful author whose melodramatic, cliched novels sell like hotcakes" "A nationally acclaimed author who criticizes current affairs and worries for the country" Me: "...Huh?" But the moment I saw my ugly mug printed on yen banknotes, I finally understood that humans really do have their limits. Is it because I'm not human after all? P.S.: 1. This is fundamentally a literary-author story, not a secret-identity story. The secret identities are just for staying alive. If I could live a healthy, happy life while keeping my head down, why would I turn into that flashy, trashy boss who switches between being a man and a woman? 2. Please don't discuss unrelated topics under this novel. ★And here's a quick plug for my upcoming novels: The Cursed Clan's Young Master Wants Me to Confess I Became the Strongest with a Full Set of Prosthetic Limbs My Substitute Is Called Secret Identity Experience Theme: The song of humanity is the song of courage.