Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 232 Let's look forward to the future together - S01E06

In front of her own people, the beautiful female demon, concealing her emotions, gestured with her hands towards the bright red wall beside her, her tone full of comfort.

"..."

Alastor remained silent in response to ■■■'s remarks.

For a tyrant in hell, the actions of the sinner from the East at this moment are simply too abstract and ridiculous.

—Alastor felt that he couldn't find any other more suitable way to describe it than "ridiculous" and "naive".

Because Wendigo's smiling face was almost completely obscured by the bouquet of golden roses, all Daenerys could see was Wendigo's exaggerated grin that stretched to his temples.

A distorted, rustling sound emanated incessantly from among the rose bushes; you could see obvious confusion in the only eyes of the broadcasting demon that could express emotion.

The foreign gentleman, who should be a greedy devil, but who is older and more experienced than you, seems utterly bewildered at this moment.

So much so that you suspect he would, if he could, not hesitate to crack open your head and find out what's going on inside you.

A powerful soul that lacks nothing can indeed give a lot to another soul, but if it gives too much at once...

It will look like this.

Because it is beyond a person's current cognitive understanding, he can only stare at you with a strange and puzzled expression, unable to make any other unnecessary movements.

Aside from "■■■ not knowing or despising the value of the soul," Alastor could not think of any other reason or possibility for her giving him so many things.

You must understand that in this hellish place, no matter what other kind of emotion it is, even foolish love, no one would so easily and soberly offer such a precious and unrealistic gift.

There are pitifully many fools in hell who only know how to brag. Alastor was already used to the nonsense that others uttered in a moment of excitement.

He did know that ■■■ was very powerful, and he was not surprised that ■■■ could seize other people's souls without a contract, even though such a practice was unprecedented in the entire hell... But this was precisely the biggest reason why he was wary of the sinners from the East.

Alastor quite likes it.

He found it amusing that she seemed oblivious to her own cruelty.

In addition, ■■■ shares similar views on some things with her, and is one of the few people in Hell who understands etiquette and can communicate, so Alastor felt it was hard not to give her more attention and time.

But ■■■ is completely different from him, because she cherishes the lives of others most of the time, giving respect to most people who don't deserve it—

But none of this can justify Alastor's perception of her behavior at this moment.

If ■■■ could not meet the condition of "powerful enough to ignore everything", the Broadcast Demon would not be so confused.

...Because ■■■ no longer needs to use benefits to please any being; although saying this will displease him, it is clear that even the smallest favor...■■■ can ensnare any soul.

So, given this, was the reason for treating him this way really just to "reward" him?

"..."

Because the usually eloquent Broadcast Demon was frowning and silent at this moment, the Dragon Girl, who was being very patient, stopped looking at the old gentleman.

As if deliberately giving him time to process, she turned her head away indifferently, her golden eyes reflecting the chaotic ruins of the apartment building in the distance, made even more chaotic by the falling golden rain.

“Broadcasting demon, perhaps you hope that the promise I made will be fulfilled, and that the future I created for you will be delivered?” She suddenly broke the silence between the two sinners and asked this question.

The voice of the Eastern Sinner sounded with a hint of anticipation for the future, as well as a touch of solemnity and confidence.

She quietly turned her head and met his gaze with her golden eyes.

"The Broadcast Demon."

"If you do not betray me, I will definitely keep my promise."

"I promise you that."

"From now on, wherever you go... will be your stage."

"The applause will rise in astonishment as a whale entering a school of fish, and as a flock of pigeons taking flight."

"I will make others cheer for you and make your voices ring out like birds flapping their wings!"

She looked at the red devil and laughed.

"May the magnificent hall hold you up like the champagne glass at the very top of the tower."

"I will restore you to your former glory, you demon."

"Like the Padparadscha, a miracle among rubies, one in fifty thousand—"

The dragon girl finally looked into the eyes of a demon.

It is clear that in the past, the devil has always fulfilled the unrealistic and greedy desires of others, and then reaped the consequences of his sins.

The devils love to see foolish souls suffer and repent because of their wrong decisions, only to end up powerless and with nothing.

These guys who only want to take shortcuts will always end up looking back on everything they've lost, feeling frustrated and unsuccessful, and ultimately, they'll spend the rest of their lives in misery and failure.

Alastor really loves watching these.

If the devil who seduces people can accomplish these things, it is often because the devils are more powerful than those wavering souls... So what is this kind of guy?

"Let us look forward to the future together, Alastor."

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to the human souls who had fallen into hell without any hesitation.

The black scales on the dragon girl's hands, which symbolized defense, slowly faded, eventually revealing her bony, extremely pale hands.

A gentleman's invitation to dance... is also a way of entering the game.

"However, I'm a pretty scary guy."

"So I want to ask you... even if you saw me like this, would you still come with me?"

■■■Looking at him, her gaze remained unchanged, but her tone was deep and slow.

Despite the dragon girl's words, Alastor remained silent, even the noise in his voice was subdued.

He gazed intently at the sinner from the East before him; the smile on his face not only made it impossible to guess what the wild deer was up to, but also sent chills down one's spine.

'■■■。'

Alastor remembered that she told him her name, and that she said she would forget.

He remembered those three words clearly; but when he said them, they would turn into three meaningless syllables again, just as she had once told him.

...But can you really control everything?

Having everything under control, you might even feel jealous...

A woman who is almost perfect.

"...ho."

The broadcasting demon didn't speak, but instead narrowed its eyes and uttered a short syllable, laughing ambiguously as it placed its claw on the female demon's fingertips.

Just like in a fire.

Like a gentleman who accepts an invitation to dance, whether his intentions are genuine or not.