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!

Xiao Xun woke up in the middle of the night covered in sweat.

He was so weak that he could barely open his eyes, and at the same time, his body was shaking violently.

Panic clawed at Xiao Xun's throat. This wasn't a dream. The metallic tang of sweat filled his nostrils, and the bedsheets felt like sandpaper against his clammy skin. Every muscle in his body vibrated with a cold, relentless tremor. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will the shaking away, but it only intensified.

A primal urge, raw and desperate, gnawed at him. It wasn't hunger, not exactly. It was a hollowness that ached deeper than any bone, a yearning that whispered, unknown relief. He didn't know why, yet his own body was rebelling.

'Fuck, system, what's happening to me...?'

[I do not know! Nothing is written about it in the world book!]

Suddenly gorgeous