"Alright, everyone! Stay tuned! We’re witnessing the first-ever showdown between an 'X' and a 'New'! Minsu’s lover from his past life, Jieun, versus his current—well, afterlife—love interest, Mija! The tension is unreal!"

Suppressing the trembling in my hands, I steadied the gimbal.

The shrine had already turned ice-cold.

While Jieun’s red dress fluttered as she grabbed Minsu by the collar and shook him violently, Mija glared back at her with a gayageum pick held like a dagger.

[Anonymous1]: LOL the shaman lady is absolutely unhinged. Best drama ever.

[Anonymous2]: If Jieun really died because of diet pills, she and Minsu are honestly made for each other 😭😭

[Anonymous3]: Mija unnie looks ready to smack Jieun with that gayageum 💀

"Now then, dear viewers! To resolve this thrilling love triangle, we’ve prepared a special segment! Presenting… [The Truth Guillotine]!"

I pulled out the gleaming guillotine blade displayed in the corner of the shrine.

The blade sparkled under the lights.

To be honest, the spirits were currently on paid vacation, so it had exactly zero mystical power—but visually? Absolutely top-tier.

"Contestant Number One, Minsu! Step onto the blade and answer truthfully. If you lie… well, you’re already dead, so it’s not like you can die again. But our viewers will punish you with donation spam!"

Shaking like a leaf, Minsu carefully climbed onto the blade.

"M-Minsu! When you told Miss Mija that she felt like your fated connection from a past life… did you mean it? Or were you just farming screen time?"

Minsu broke into a cold sweat as he nervously glanced at Jieun.

"W-Well… Miss Mija is so beautiful that… my lats reacted before my brain could…"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

[Donation: 30,000 won]: "His LATS reacted first?? LMAOOO Minsu hyung is cooking nonsense again 😂"

"Minsu! Answer properly! Jieun’s glaring at you right beside us!"

Jieun exploded.

"Hey! When I was trying to lose weight, you told me, 'You’re the lightest thing in my world!' But now this grandma’s pretty?! Are you insane?!"

Not backing down, Mija plucked the strings of her gayageum.

"Grandma?! How rude! I had begun opening my heart after being moved by this young man's physique, only to learn he was once involved with such a vulgar woman!"

As I captured the chaos in glorious 4K resolution, the corners of my lips curled upward.

Other people’s love?

The pain of loss?

No.

What unfolded before my eyes was a ratings monster.

Jieun’s anger would become views.

Mija’s pride would become donations.

And if you added Minsu’s stupidity into the mix…

my DojiCoin losses might finally be covered.

"Perfect! Minsu, don’t step down yet! Jieun, pretend to slap him and shout, 'How could you do this to me?!' Mija, play the tragic heroine in the background while plucking your gayageum! And… action!"

I swung the gimbal and twisted the camera angle dramatically.

The ghosts on screen were causing absolute mayhem.

But there was only one thought in my mind.

An apartment in Asan… I might actually buy one without a loan.

"Everyone! We’ll be back next episode with even spicier drama! Don’t forget to subscribe, like, and send your donations!"

Life and the afterlife are both just endless chains of terrible decisions.

And turning those terrible decisions into money—

that’s the true miracle of me, Ham Sunyoung, a thirty-something shaman trying to make a living.