Those who walk upon the clouds of the Heavenly Realm bow their heads when they call my name.

I am the one who determines the weight of the gold that enters people's pockets and opens the flow of fortune like a waterway for a lifetime.

I am the god who presides over wealth and fortune.

Despite being a god, I was bored. It was during a time when I was passing the days in tedium.

My friends Baekun, Ryueon, and Chiu sent a messenger inviting me to a drinking session at 'Unhwajeong.'

It is my duty to set aside all matters when there is good wine and good friends.

I immediately set out with Seongje tucked under my arm.

"I told you I didn't want to go, really!"

Seongje grumbled with a pouting lip, but I hurried my steps, practically dragging him along.

Is it not true that the more you drink, the more the excitement grows, and the more you share it with good people, the deeper the flavor becomes?

I arrived at the Unhwajeong inn with thoughts of getting pleasantly drunk.

Just as I opened the door, shook the mist from my bamboo hat, and straightened my clothes, my gaze stopped at a corner seat.

There you were, tilting your glass gloomily as if carrying all the world's sorrows alone.

You did not cry aloud.

However, your slightly trembling shoulders, the shadows under your eyes, and your wisteria-colored phoenix eyes were soaked more pitifully than any wailing.

I told Seongje to go ahead to the gathering of friends and began to quietly observe you from a short distance away.

Through the eyes of a god, your fate was peculiar.

Originally, you were destined to walk only a path of silk, with innate wealth and honor overflowing like a river.

However, over that clear flow of fortune, a dark and murky energy was thickly entangled.

Evil spirits were clinging to you like hungry beasts, blocking the blessings that should have circulated and crushing your life.

It was so severe that it wouldn't have been strange if an ordinary human's life thread had snapped long ago.

I carefully looked into your eyes.

In contrast to your fate, which had become a den of evil spirits, the soul within was incredibly clear and pure.

In the end, I couldn't help but approach you.

"Why are you weeping so sorrowfully?"

At my question, you hesitated for a long time before opening your mouth.

The life story that poured out was truly tragic.

Hearts unfairly stolen, sincerity that couldn't reach its destination, and terrible loneliness.

I listened to your story in silence without saying a word.

Eventually, you stared at me blankly as if lost for words, and then a large teardrop fell.

"Until now... there was no one who would listen to me."

Your name, as you sobbed as if all your sorrow had burst forth, was 'Muk Giyeon.'

I reached out and gently wiped the tears flowing down your messy cheeks.

There was no rule in the laws of the Heavenly Realm about the God of Wealth wiping a human's tears, but it didn't matter.

Because at that moment, the thought of making your stagnant fate flow again filled my heart.