"So… the Successor of the Forgotten Trickster.
Tell me, what is it you hoped to negotiate?"
The voice echoed through the chamber, cold enough to freeze lava mid-flow.
I looked up.
Seated across the obsidian table was Hel…
Or at least, a version of her that didn't deconstruct the soul just by existing.
Her power was muted here, compressed into something that only felt like an S-Rank.
Still unbearable for a mortal like me…
But at least I wasn't dissolving just by making eye contact, so… progress?
I calmly walked forward and took a seat.
I mean, there were two seats.
One had to be for me.
Unless some invisible ghost wanted to call dibs, and in that case, I was fully prepared to throw hands.
I didn't know if my skills also carried over with my flaw but my face was incredibly still… Almost like [Poker Face] was still active.
I wasn't sure if that was a blessing or just another side effect of being dead.
But either way, I welcomed it.
