I Live In A Share House With The Villains

I always thought overworking to death was something that only happened to others—until it happened to me.

Don’t you think it’s a shame to die like this? I have a proposal for you.

After striking a deal with the Fourth Goddess, I found myself possessing Valerie Hestia, a fallen noble, and tasked with running a share house in another world.

It seemed like a simple deal—achieve 100% satisfaction from all the residents within a year, and I’d be reborn with a silver spoon. But…

‘Did I just get a job in a gore fantasy world?’

Is being a share house manager really supposed to be this extreme? As if having ‘humanoid monsters’ as residents wasn’t strange enough, there’s also a suspicious, dying old tree planted right in the middle of the garden. To top it off, the residents I’ve gathered seem… off, to say the least.

“That tree looks familiar to me.”

“…Pardon?”

“Valerie, would you like to become my savior?”

Starting with this mysterious weirdo who’s desperate to hire me as a savior using the tree as an excuse.

“Would you sell this tree—no, this mansion to me?”

“…So suddenly?”

“I’ll give you a blank check.”

Not to mention the researcher (a tree worshiper) who’s constantly eyeing the mansion.

“Landlord, you look a lot like someone I’m searching for.”

“Someone you’re looking for? Don’t tell me they’re a criminal?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill them.”

And don’t forget the thug cop who’s desperate to arrest me.

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The biggest problem? Strange incidents have kept happening ever since these people moved in.

Can I successfully manage this share house until the end with these blatantly suspicious residents—uh, I mean, dear residents?

I don’t know.

But first, I must protect them…!