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While passing a house, Gojo and Geto, teachers at Jujutsu High, sensed a subtle cursed spirit presence. They slipped inside through a window, only to find something completely different from what they had imagined:
The cursed spirit wasn't hurting anyone. Instead, it was cooking for the person writing at the table, like a housekeeper.
Gojo & Geto: This is absolutely unheard of.jpg
After transmigrating into a fictional world, I became a writer, specializing in feel-good power fantasies.
That was until an indescribable force started pressuring me to update. I had a bad feeling about this.
Luckily, some professionals climbed through my window to save me
"Hey, do you have a clear sense of yourself? Slow updates, heartbreaking plot twists, and stopping at the most agonizing moments..."
The white-haired sorcerer who'd come to see me listed everything one by one. "Of course that would create cursed spirits!"
Me: "Stop scolding me, stop scolding me... Doesn't that mean every writer in Japan is in danger?!"
"That's why Japan's literary scene is such barren ground."
Given the jujutsu world's habit of doing whatever it wants, I had a bad feeling. I was probably going to be punished.
At the crucial moment, my roommate showed up. Not only had she changed gender, she'd also become the leader of the jujutsu world's neutral faction...
So I can cling to a powerful ally now?
[Brilliant!]
As for my other two roommates, one was from a liquor company, and the other was from the Port Mafia...
What kind of bizarre big-shot character settings did you all get!!!
Especially you, bottle of booze! What did you do?! The people on the red side look at me like they can't even put it into words!
The Whisky Trio, watching from the shadows: "Anyone who can sit with a real criminal, a Port Mafia executive, and the higher-ups of the jujutsu world is no ordinary person."
[I'm done. Let this world just end!]
Unable to hold back my urge to make fun of them, I wrote them into my story, and then it became a hit.
[A win-win]
The roommates' side
A real criminal with a shrewd mind beneath a foolish exterior, she was rightly the organization's universal lubricant, though her way of smoothing things over was rather unusual.
Once again, she stopped Gin from flying into a rage, deftly redirecting his ire toward herself. "Don't be angry, Gin. It'll only hurt your health, and no one can take your place. As your partner, I can develop an emotion-restoring drug for you."
The Port Mafia executive, much loved by the former boss, calmly announced, "Before the boss passed away, he left his final instructions: Mori Ougai is the new boss of the Port Mafia. Does anyone have any objections?"
The blue-eyed, white-haired young man held a chess piece and replied without a hint of panic, "The conservatives are hidebound, and the reformists aren't mature enough. Besides, I don't want to be anyone's subordinate."
I looked at the pink-haired airhead beside me, the black-haired narcissist, and the white-haired street punk...
So this is why you all cause trouble? I don't want us to be separated by bars the next time we meet!
# The snarker, whose passive skill is eating popcorn on the sidelines
The real-criminal roommate won't betray the organization. We're all members of the Karasuma family, so of course we'll clean up the family business together and go legit!
# My writing isn't great, and there are no stories within the story
# Writing should be fun
# A story where I let myself go wild
Left here on September 21, 2021
Theme: Friends are the people who usually mess with you together, but catch you when it matters.
