Even Though I Have Nine Clones, I Am Still a Wage Earner.

Because the nine-tailed fox ran away, I, my nephew, was captured and sent to heaven to take my place. They think I have the ability to charm all living beings - laugh it off, I can't even charm the renters. The current situation is: I have one body and nine clones, crowded into a 30-square-meter rental house, working nine jobs to survive. History editors complain about weird manuscripts every day, law exam students gnaw on old people to prepare for the exam, anchors lead moonlight investments, financial elites slander people, and programmer Ji Yuan despises the law as a religion... As for catching monsters? That depends on the schedule. After all, client needs are more like ghost stories than urban legends. By the way, we seem to have lost a clone. But what's more urgent right now is—who will pay the water and electricity bills this month?