Jieun, who had been yelling just moments ago, suddenly grabbed Minsu by the collar and lowered her head.

"Minsu… have you really forgotten me? We shared diet meals together. We promised that once we lost weight, we'd take couple body-profile photos and get married."

The shoulders of Jieun, dressed in a red dress, trembled faintly.

Through my gimbal, I could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

[Anonymous1]: Wow… Jieun unnie’s backstory is insane. Suddenly I feel bad for her.

[Anonymous2]: Minsu hyung, maybe train your heart too instead of just your muscles 😭

[Anonymous3]: Look at Mija unnie’s face… that’s real jealousy right there.

Instinctively, I put on a sad acoustic guitar BGM.

The camera zoomed in on Minsu’s wavering eyes.

Unable to brush away Jieun’s hand, he finally spoke with guilt written all over his face.

"Jieun… I know. I really do. But we're already dead. Death is what tore us apart."

At that moment—

Ding—

The sharp sound of a gayageum string cut through the tense air.

Mija rose gracefully from her seat and stepped between them with elegant, yet chilling composure.

"My lord, clinging to a bond that has already ended is hardly becoming of a gentleman. If this woman belongs to your past, then am I not the one standing by your side in the present?"

Mija gently placed her hand on Minsu’s firm arm—right around the lat area.

Jieun’s eyes nearly rolled back in outrage.

"What?! The present?! Hey, grandma! Do you even know Minsu’s type? He won’t even eat without chicken breast on the menu! Do you know that?!"

"I have seen the lonely soul hidden beneath this young man's muscles. I am unlike those who cared only for outward appearances and constantly pressured him."

[Subtitle: Joseon vs. Modern Korea – A love battle spanning 300 years!]

Not wanting to miss this incredible moment, I captured the perfect triangle composition on camera.

"Alright, viewers! Where will Minsu’s heart lead him? To his elegant first love from 300 years ago? Or to the unforgettable lover from his recent life, whom he cannot let go of even in death?"

The chat exploded instantly.

[Anonymous4]: Minsu, stay loyal! Choose Jieun!

[Anonymous5]: Nah, Mija unnie ascending together with him would make a prettier ending.

[Donation: 50,000 won]: Shaman unnie! Interview Minsu’s true feelings right now!

I pulled Minsu aside for a secret interview.

"Minsu, be honest. Who are you more attracted to? Jieun’s tears—or Mija’s elegance?"

Minsu clutched his head in agony.

"Noona… I’m seriously losing my mind. When I see Jieun, my chest hurts. But when I see Miss Mija, my heart races. What am I supposed to do?"

I lightly patted his shoulder and whispered:

"What do you mean, what should you do? Pick whichever option gets better ratings! Minsu, who are you giving your next date ticket to? Choose carefully. The size of my future apartment depends on your decision."

As Minsu’s dilemma deepened, the rivalry between Jieun and Mija grew intense enough to bring down the shrine itself.

And I livestreamed every second of it without missing a beat.

Guilt over making money from other people’s feelings?

None whatsoever.

For me, this isn’t entertainment.

It’s survival.

Tags: Web Novel · Comedy · Occult · Urban Fantasy · Romance