As the God of Matchmaking, I’m Tangled in Red Threads

She was nothing but an overworked office drone in the Heavenly Realm. In her spare time, she liked to slack off and admire handsome men. What could be better?

Then the Heavenly Realm introduced a new policy requiring every department to meet performance targets. As the Matchmaker, she was declared to be falling short because one stubborn troublemaker in her jurisdiction kept snapping the extra-thick, extra-wide, Plus Edition red strings of fate!

Forced to descend to the mortal realm and put in overtime, she followed the troublemaker around every day, wearing a sinister smile. “Come on, come on, I’ll match you with everyone! There’s no way not a single one will work out.”

Every morning, the first thing he did upon opening his eyes was check which woman his little matchmaker had sent to his house this time.