Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 153 The Broadcast Demon scores 1 point - S01E06

Although you seem to be handling things with ease most of the time now, it's embarrassing to admit that when you first went to hell, nothing went smoothly at all.

The initial symptom is the inability to control everything that belongs to oneself.

Strength, emotions, mindset, thoughts, cognition, senses.

Everything about you is being deconstructed and reshaped under the extreme distortion and collapse of order in hell.

same.

Because the power bestowed upon you by the unknown far exceeds the limits you can withstand—

So, you, who had just fallen into hell, broke down.

...What happened when you first arrived in Hell is not a bad topic for you to talk about.

If you had to describe yourself, you'd say you feel like a giant blender.

Pour in all the bad emotional and mental illnesses, as well as plenty of blood, anger and hatred.

Finally, let's have an endless stirring process.

How can a ruin utilize the power hovering overhead?

How can those whose hearts and powers have already been destroyed weigh their own? Where should you begin to build your order and virtue?

To destroy everything one sees?

Crushing all those who dare to defy and confront their own lives?

still……?

……

The human soul seems to try to erase its most painful memories.

But "He" likes to dump those emotions on you and then watch you struggle in pain with glee.

Therefore, you still vividly remember how you felt when you first went to hell.

But what exactly happened—

Because He interferes with your memory, you actually can't remember some things clearly anymore.

Because of your poor mental state, you spent a long time living on the streets.

Your heightened senses and the agony of dying keep you in a state of "hallucination" for a long time, which makes you sensitive, irritable, and suspicious.

Even the slightest sound or the smallest movement can overload your body.

You don't know how long this situation lasted, or when you successfully adjusted your five senses to their lowest level.

But you're fortunate that before your splitting headache explodes, you've gotten used to the sights of this hellish place.

After going to hell, you guess you've personally demonstrated exactly what the word "out of place" means.

In fact, before you consume "him," you have no idea how much influence "him" has had on your memories.

But do you still remember Mrs. Yaki, who took you home when you were going through a painful and "empty" state?

Therefore, logically speaking, the demon that allowed you to live was actually Cynthia Aki.

But it was Shirley Morningstar who gave you hope to live.

Hell is absolutely awful... but the person who saves you also comes from hell.

When you go to meet your pen pal Viya, you could actually kill Billies.

His rudeness and some of his actions were enough for you to kill him countless times.

But you didn't do that.

Because you won't kill or enslave any little devils unless they cross your bottom line.

……

After meeting with you, you tell the imps to go upstairs first, and you and Alastor will follow.

To be honest, before you know what the unpredictable Alastor is thinking, you'd better try to avoid contact between the Broadcast Demon and the Imp family.

In your mind, some sinful lords would hire easy-to-manage imps as cheap labor.

However, due to the nature of hellish creatures, it is quite common for imps to betray and stab their sinner lords.

Aside from these, the little devils do indeed have some deep-rooted bad habits...

However, you can probably tell from Alastor's eyes that he doesn't really like imps either.

Alastor does not have strong racial prejudices.

But knowing his personality, you can probably understand why he doesn't really like the Little Devil—

"That lady was Shilona, ​​and that gentleman was Jeff, who is also very unpalatable."

As you walked alone with Alastor through the narrow stairwell of the apartment building, you calmly introduced yourself to the silent broadcasting demon.

In fact, when you mentioned the Imps' names, you could sense that Wendigo seemed to have some reservations about the Imps' family name...

Well, all in all, it seems you're the one enjoying this silence now.

After all, you did intentionally mention the Little Devil's family name.

Thinking this, the dragon girl, whose lower eyelids were slightly curved, opened her mouth without making a sound, as if she was about to say something.

"...'It tastes awful'? (Yucky)?"

"Oh my dear... you always like to come up with some unexpected jokes for me."

Before you could introduce the two little devil cubs, the broadcasting demon suddenly interrupted you.

You felt that the exaggerated smile on his face was somewhere between barely suppressing a laugh and being sarcastic, carrying a kind of comical, forced smile.

After hearing Alastor's speech, you, who were several steps taller than him, stopped and turned around to look down at him.

Wendigo's teasing this time didn't seem as reasonable as before.

...Perhaps it's because the names of the Imp family and Alastor's personality are somewhat related?

However, Alastor doesn't seem to have told you that he eats little devils.

The dragon girl standing on the stairs raised one eyebrow in an ambiguous manner.

For some reason, a childlike teasing appeared on her usually tense and indifferent face.

"Isn't it kind of funny to eat something so awful while listening to a radio broadcast about demons?"

You tilted your head, squinted your eyes, and your tail swayed happily in the air behind you.

"..."

"Hmph...but unfortunately, dear Miss Chef, I don't eat everything."

In response to your teasing, Alastor let out a long monosyllable, put his hands behind his back, and walked past you with an indifferent expression.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to cook it for me?"

The broadcast demon whispered this in your ear.

A dangerous green light slipped from the devil's fingertips, like a silent and ambiguous counterattack and provocation.

Your eyes widened immediately, surprised that Alastor would say something like that at a time like this.

It's unclear whether they were surprised by the other party's quick reaction or dissatisfied with the broadcaster's utterly inconsiderate thoughtfulness.

You first glanced at the little devils who were cheering and running upstairs, then turned and glared at the male sinner in front of you with a warning look.

With a stern face, ■■■ made a particularly standard and forceful mouth shape for "Don't you dare."

So...I scored (Jackpot)?

Faced with the dragon girl's obvious dissatisfaction, Alastor looked at you with his hands behind his back, completely self-righteous.

He held his head high, seemingly unconcerned, with an expression of almost eerily pleasant delight on his face.

The tall sinner's eyes curved into two deep crescent moons.

The annoying Wendigo always likes to swagger around and show off his arrogance and glee whenever he wins a verbal battle.

It's like some kind of nasty boasting.