LukeLooksForYou

One sentence summary:
The obsessive master god makes up a job and countless fake worlds for our poor Xiao Xun to collect his soul pieces.


"What? Your life is calculated by how unlucky you are?" 
When Xiao Xun died at the age of 19 it dawned on him that the number of points he had accumulated in his life was a big fat minus, which allowed him to either erase his existence or work in a bureau- the special control squad for maintaining peace in the worlds, where he would receive points from people whose total points were high in exchange for fulfilling their wishes. 
After nine missions, he breathed a sigh of relief as his total points finally became positive , the retirement he was so looking forward to finally arrives!
Wait, what's an inspector? You get an inflated salary regardless of the amount of work you do? On average, there is only one job in a few hundred years? No need to fulfill any wish, just find out the source of the error? Sold!
Arc 1: The duke's neglected son × Monster of unknown origin.
Arc 2: The failed and obsessive idol × Poor college kid.

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The male lead has flawed logic and personality, which will be slowly fixed after several worlds.
The main character is cold-hearted and sees no interests but his own, this too will be fixed after several worlds.
The male lead has varying levels of yandereism, if you are interested in knowing which of the worlds has a low/high level of yandereness- ask me in the first comment.

(BL) Quick Transmigration: I Want My Retirement Back!

Ki Seojin had never seen a comment section so brutal towards the account holder:

"No pay personal manager? Hehe, who does he think he is?"

"Maybe his virtue still wants us to pay to breathe the air he breathes?"

"Only if it's not the same air that was in that show."

"I would do it if it was Felix, he's not Felix"

"STFU, everyone would do it with Felix"

He was scrolling, bored, through the endless feed of Instagram in his college dorm. The other roommates were never there, they only made sure to always leave the stench of their unwashed clothes around the room, a memento of their presence.

Everything he did this afternoon was just a distraction from what he feared. He avoided opening his email box with all his might, knowing what it would almost certainly contain.

He knew, that the very polite letter, beginning with the words 'Dear Mr. Ki Seojin...' would turn his originally bright future into darkness.

Human company's needed