Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 297 Things Shouldn't Have Been Like This - S01E08

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But things shouldn't be like this.

That's what Alastor thought.

His gaze did not leave the scales on ■■■'s hand; he did not reach out to take them, but simply looked at them.

The broadcast demon's eyes widened, his scarlet pupils reflecting the dragon girl's pale hand and the black scales on her palm—

But this thing shouldn't have appeared at this time.

Before Alastor… or rather, when he first met ■■■, he always thought that perhaps he and ■■■ were the same.

Even with her immense power, she still chose to respect herself and stand by his side; as if to prove how excellent the broadcast demon was, as if to prove that even someone as strong as ■■■ would stand by his side.

Alastor thought that ■■■ was undoubtedly very tasteful.

Her politeness and erudition proved this—and for Alastor, it was precisely because ■■■ was not as foolish as the other demons in hell that he felt ■■■ would stay by his side, which was one of the reasons that constantly proved her excellent taste.

But gradually... Alastor began to feel that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, ■■■ should be his toy alone.

Because she is so outstanding, and everyone else is so foolish; who else but him can keep up with her ideas? Who else but him is willing to play those restaurant review card games with her? Who else but him will watch those classic and fun games with her?

It's obvious! He's the only one who can truly understand the charm of ■■■—because no one else can grasp it as well as he does.

It wasn't her pretty face, her excellent figure, or any of those superficial "advantages" that everyone could see.

The perfection of ■■■ is beyond words; it exists objectively and should be enjoyed by those who are "worthy".

Instead of... instead of everyone getting her attention.

Why don't you feel tired when communicating with ordinary or average people?

■■■Just by speaking, one can sense that she is worlds apart from the other demons of the Pride Ring in terms of intellect.

Ninety-nine percent of the demons in hell are vulgar, stupid, and driven by desire; they cannot understand his quotations, comprehend his beloved retro aesthetics, or appreciate the "performance art" inherent in his behavior.

Alastor often felt that communicating with these "things" was like playing the violin to a group of howling beasts, receiving only fear or bewilderment in response.

While that may be an exaggeration, he does indeed occasionally feel lonely and bored.

But the entertainment value that ■■■ could provide him was worlds apart from that of these idiots—

Most demons weaker or equal to him have always provided him with simple, direct, one-off entertainment.

It felt like sitting in a grand theater watching a vulgar farce, watching them perish because of their stupidity, or struggle painfully in fear... This pleasure came and went quickly, like a pastime or predation.

But what he could give him was completely different.

■■■ What was offered to him was a complex, continuous, and highly dramatic top-tier drama.

The protagonist of this drama is none other than himself.

Every interaction with ■■■ is a clash of intellect, self-esteem, and emotions.

He enjoys the way she challenges him or brings up classic topics; he even feels pain, struggle, and rage because of her that he hasn't felt in a long time!

For this "broadcasting devil," the most thrilling drama is any conflict that doesn't cross his bottom line or violate his personal boundaries.

Torture of others may be fun, but tormenting oneself with a powerful opponent who is harmless yet can stir up ripples in one's heart—especially the intense emotions generated as a result—is a more sophisticated and private form of entertainment for him.

At the same time, what Alastor felt most deeply in ■■■ was…

The essential difference between "challenge" and "crush".

He is the hunter and the controller to ordinary, weak fools who can only fight him by maneuvering.

He can manipulate, intimidate, and destroy them at will; it's a game he's bound to win, which satisfies his desire for control but eventually becomes tedious and even ridiculous.

However, Alastor became the "challenger" for the first time in front of ■■■.