Scamming is a very delicate art.
Some are naturals.
Some are born with talent.
And some couldn't do it if their soul depended on it.
I was never a scammer.
In both my humble lives, I never once scammed anyone.
I mean, how could someone as benevolent, honest, and devastatingly handsome as me ever do something like that?
…Okay, maybe once or twice.
Like the time I sold defective earbuds to a bunch of high-schoolers during a part-time job.
But that was business.
Definitely not a scam.
Still, the situation right now was so desperate that even I—as stable and humble as a saint—had to stoop to something so… low.
I was going to scam a goddess.
And not just any goddess.
Hel.
The Chalice of Death.
The artifact with supreme authority over all things dead, dying or about to be.
I knew jackshit about it.
Okay, fine. I knew some things.
Like what it was or maybe where it would show up.
Possibly even how.
But none of that was information I planned on sharing.
