A Vengeful Ghost Came Knocking, So I Turned It into a Pawn Ticket

I inherited a pawnshop from the underworld.

Here, anything can be pawned.

Happy memories, a gambler's luck, a person's life... even terrifying vengeful ghosts consumed by resentment can all be assigned a price.

And I am its sole owner.

Any malicious ghost that bears me ill will is forcibly appraised and sealed into a tradable [pawn ticket].

And so, in this world overrun by evil spirits, a mysterious middleman emerged.

The vicious Grade A ghost infant is nothing more than a trump card I can play whenever I want.

A billionaire on his deathbed trades a chest of gold and a piece of deadly intelligence for three nights of peaceful sleep.

A building contractor dogged by misfortune gives up half his company's profits to buy a lifesaving blueprint.

To pay the pawnshop's demanded “rent,” I pawn memories and emotions. In my eyes, even humanity is gradually becoming a commodity with a price tag.

When all those with nowhere left to turn come to see me as their last hope, they have no idea.

I am the most dangerous taboo in this world.

And the final destination of all supernatural beings.