I Want to Immigrate to the World of Ghost Stories

The uke envied the lives of the residents of the world of urban legends. They didn't have to be wage slaves; they only had to work as haunted-house NPCs and scare people. If they were too lazy to move, they could just pretend the players didn't exist. It was practically the uke's ideal life. He really wanted to move to the world of urban legends and become an NPC there. How could he immigrate? They say that when players die and become ghosts, they can work as NPCs in the world of urban legends. Hoping to stay, the uke started looking into various ways to die, but they all sounded so gruesome and looked so ugly. The uke had one problem: he was a severe pretty-face enthusiast. He couldn't stand anything ugly, and he especially couldn't stand being ugly himself. That was even more unacceptable to him than being a wage slave. One day. The uke was introduced to a potential partner by a big sister from the world of urban legends. Before he had even met his prospective date, he was already smitten. If he got married in the world of urban legends, would he be able to immigrate there? Breaking up a newlywed couple and forcing them to live apart would be immoral. The seme had been troubled lately. He had recently met a beautiful young man, and his heart, untouched for twenty-seven or twenty-eight years, had started beating again. That should have been a good thing, but the other man seemed to have depression and kept wanting to die. How could he help him learn to love life again? Theme: Do not fail to do a good deed just because it is small, and do not commit an evil deed just because it is small