This Ghost writer Is Too Attractive (End)
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MC is a ghost writer, a subtitute author. He is non human. This is a book hopping worlds. To write, MC must enter book world.
How many good scripts are lost in Abyss? How many novels were left incomplete?
Writers block prevented novels from becoming best sellers.
Agent 013 (MC): I will never give up. My stories shall be world bestsellers. Writers will worship me
God of Literature kicks him down to his first world. He hates a cocky newbie.
Cocky shou ventures in book worlds.
Agent 013 : My stories shall be world bestsellers. All writers shall worship me... Why? They became BL? What's BL?"
Writing is a journey for agent 013 to learn about becoming a human.
Writing is a journey for ??? to catch his wifey
First arc: Apocalypse World (zombie)
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