My Sister and I Fight Over Opportunities, but I'm the Little King of Hell

After being reborn, my younger sister stole my college admission letter, took my spot in the recommended admissions program, and smugly bragged, “In this life, your good fortune belongs to me!” What she didn't know was that, while working part-time at the Ghost Market, I'd gained the King of Hell as my godfather. The Black and White Impermanence bowed respectfully and called me “Little Highness.” While she burned incense and prayed to Buddha for better luck, I lounged with my feet up in the King of Hell's palace, flipping through her book of life and death. “Hmm, she's got plenty of years left. It's just her luck...” I circled something in red: “Judge, give her a little ‘good luck.’” The next day, she “luckily” won the lottery, then was kidnapped and killed by obsessive lottery players. As she lay dying, my sister stared at me with wide eyes. “Who are you, really?!” I leaned closer with a smile. “Allow me to introduce myself. My godfather is Yama, the King of Hell.” “Those you pray to are all under his jurisdiction.”