The Cursed Pawnshop: I Only Deal in Deadly Fates

I run a pawnshop passed down through my family. Ever since my grandfather founded it, there has been one rule: we only take cursed objects. Whenever we accept an item, we must tell the customer’s fortune for free, offsetting the item’s original value.

Once treated, cursed objects can change an ordinary person’s lowly fate, bring promotions and riches, or dispel bad luck. Over the years, I’ve taken in many such objects: the golden collarbone of a dead prostitute, a bloody face hidden inside an ancient tree, a sinister coffin of immortality drifting through the Yellow River, and bone-carved corpses, a human-skin Yama, the tomb of the Rat King Immortal... Yet I’ve come to realize that objects are neither good nor evil by nature. It’s the greed and insatiable desires of the human heart that make them so...