Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 91 Is this kind of excitement something you can watch for free?

"What's wrong, my dear? Have you never seen a sinner lord coerce a weak and pathetic soul before?"

Just as you were standing at the shop entrance in a daze, Alastor suddenly tapped your enormous body, which was no different from your shadow, with his cane.

"...I just...uh...knew it would be unreasonable, but I didn't expect it to be this unreasonable."

When the broadcast demon brings up what just happened, you can't help but turn to look at Wendigo, who is holding his cane and staring at you.

He stares at you with his usual languid, almost seductive eyes, his expression even bordering on gentle.

Just thinking about how the master of face-changing, Alastor, was doing things for you with his withered and terrifying expression, but now he has a completely different face... you silently rubbed your hard, bony cheek with your paw.

The good news is that you successfully helped Harlen pay off her debts.

The bad news is that, with your permission, Alastor maintained a threatening stance almost the entire time you paid for Harlan.

Harlan told me you only paid the principal and not the interest, but White still wiped Harlan's debt clean, and when he saw you off, he looked like he was seeing ghosts off—even though you and Alastor were originally a female ghost and a male ghost.

White himself isn't exactly a good person, and you absolutely have no problem with Alastor's one-click threat.

...It's just that you haven't gotten used to the speed at which the Broadcast Demon changes its attitude from internal to external.

Moreover, things going too smoothly always make you feel like something's off.

"Sweetheart, we've solved a major problem on your entrepreneurial journey! This is a huge step forward for us! Cheer up, you can't be considered well-dressed without a smile!"

Perhaps because he noticed your silence was unusual, Alastor, who seemed to care about your feelings for some reason, touched your long nose and kissed it.

Wendigo seems to really enjoy the hard, smooth texture of bones, and the feeling of his sharp claws rubbing against your face is ticklish.

"My face is all bone; I can't smile."

Reply to him in a calm and even tone.

"No, no, no—I meant you, darling, of course."

Upon hearing your response, he let out a soft, slightly humming laugh, his arched eyebrows revealing a hint of mockery.

"Hmph~ I really hope that the chef will listen to what I'm saying now when she's at the inn."

you:"……"

Thankfully, you gave Harlan some money five minutes ago to deal with the restaurant across the street, otherwise, who knows what kind of nonsense they might have thought after hearing Alastor's mentally unstable remarks.

For example, he felt that the stars he collaborated with and the radio demons were actually crazy people.

"So what are we waiting for here? Do you still have debts to repay?"

Alastor, who didn't seem to be urging you, slowly leaned against the glass of SFDD, his microphone cane wrapped around his arm, when you didn't respond.

You recognized the sarcasm in Wendigo's usual tone, but you ignored him and lazily wiggled your tail, saying, "We're waiting for another potential partner. They'll probably be here soon after seeing my sign."

"...Oh, really? Then I'll have to look forward to it."

Upon hearing the Eastern Sinner's words, the Broadcast Demon, with a keen interest, raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms, gazing at the Eastern Sinner's profile, which was quite different from before.

Your conversation with Alastor was rather brief, as the potential business partner you mentioned soon appeared on the street corner.

It was a luxury car that looked very high-tech.

When it drove up to you, the car deliberately and aggressively rammed through all the vehicles parked on the side of the road before finally stopping in front of you.

you:"……"

Where did this three-year-old showing off come from?

When the luxury car stopped, a bespectacled, sweating criminal climbed out of the driver's seat and hurriedly opened the door for the newcomer.

A pair of long, slender legs stepped out first, followed by—the familiar yet distinctive thin-screen television head.

With his eyes closed, Vox stepped out of the car with elegance and composure. He stood still, straightened the bow tie on his chest, and looked confident and superior.

……

You hear a strong and very clear hissing sound of electricity coming from beside you.

"What a pleasant surprise!"

Although you know he's angry, Alastor, maintaining his composure and manners, simply stands beside you and says this in his increasingly muffled broadcast voice.

The moment Alastor's voice rang out, Vox, who had seemed to be in a good mood, immediately opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the two of you.

You saw a strong, deep blue current emanating from this CEO.

"...Fuck your mother, Alastor!!!"

Vox, who immediately started cursing, seemed to no longer care about his image in front of the stars.

His face on the television screen seemed to be starting to appear distorted and warped.

"Greetings! My dear old friend!"

Seeing how annoyed the other side was, Alastor seemed to be handling this irritable CEO with more ease than you might imagine.

"What a temper! Are you sure you want to act like this in front of Him?"

With a somewhat sarcastic expression, Alastor deliberately leaned against you, then flashed an even more exaggerated smile than usual at Vox, who looked like he was grinning.

"Oh... I forgot to introduce you, this is my friend."

Alastor, who seemed to have not finished speaking, slowly walked away from the shiny glass of SFDD, leaning against you with a disdainful and arrogant expression.

"But if we're talking about it that way, He's practically an old acquaintance of yours, right? Why don't you vent your anger on Him too? Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair, wouldn't you say?"

I don't know if it's just your imagination, but you always feel like Vox looks so angry he's about to explode.

"Uh... Hello, Mr. President of Vox Technology, I am a partner and friend of Broadcast Demon..."

Looking at the heretic sinner who seemed about to explode, you silently shielded Alastor, who was always stirring up trouble, behind you.

Although you don't know exactly how much their current strength differs, you don't intend to let Alastor and Vox fight a pointless battle in front of you.

Of course you know Alastor and Vox don't get along...! But since Vox is interested in the Stars' Initiation and is the most useful medium for communication, why not take advantage of this convenient olive branch!

You seem unaware of your subconscious behavior.

Out of a desire to protect Alastor in time, you retracted the barbs on your tail, and then softly extended from Wendigo's calves up to his thighs, finally wrapping several times around his slender waist.

—Like an aggressive snake.

It carried a certain unconscious eagerness and ambiguity.

Strangely enough, Alastor, who usually hates being touched by others, didn't stop you for once. He just let you wrap your tail around him.

He gave you a lazy glance, seemingly surprised, before leaving.

"Oh...hahahaha...this is fantastic...you're not getting away this time! You damned old bastard!!"

Vox has no idea about the subtle interactions between you and Alastor.

The sinner, who needed to take blood pressure medication just to watch the radio for a second, snapped his fingers at you two with a forced smile.

You were so close that in a split second, a highly aggressive current surged toward you and Alastor.

The top three sinner lords are no pushovers either; the high-voltage current Vox unleashed on you would be more than enough to give Alastor a run for his money.

Like a childish kid.

Faced with Vox's attack, you pulled Alastor, who was standing next to you, in front of you without saying a word, and then wrapped the slender red Wendigo in your arms like a sheet.

The incident happened so suddenly that Alastor almost fell into your arms before he could even stand up.

The sinner from the East, with his shadow-like body, completely enveloped the male demon who resembled a red deer.

The high-voltage current from the heretic sinner is like a tickle to you.

"...Sir, a surprise attack is not a good thing."

Feeling that the other person's behavior was exactly what you expected, you sighed, and then easily shook off the electric current surging through your body like a small animal shaking off water.

You stand behind the broadcasting demon, like a guardian angel, only his upper body visible.

Vox's attack was too sudden. Your scythe-like tail slid unsteadily across the ground, the sharp tip scraping against the cracked concrete with a clanging sound.

But upon seeing Alastor, Vox, consumed by rage, seemed only interested in launching a personal attack on the Wendigo in your arms; everything else seemed insignificant at that moment…

"Ha! Old man, so your sexual orientation is finally starting to develop towards this genderless creature? Your little lover is doing alright! Otherwise, you'd be a fucking charcoal by now!"

The arrogant outcast laughed in anger, and he drew a sharp line in the air with his fingertips. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had severed the major artery of the broadcasting demon.

After Vox uttered the words "sexual orientation" and "lover," Alastor in your arms immediately emitted a sharp, loud radio crackling noise.

You could feel his body stiffen with anger.

Although you know Alastor is probably furious right now, he still maintains a composed demeanor and a meaningful smile.

"I'm not his lover, I'm his partner..."

"It seems my old friend doesn't really want to see me."

Alastor, who directly interrupted your clarification, was not in a hurry to leave your protective circle. He seemed to understand that it was absolutely safe to be where you were.

Interrupted from your explanation, you glare at Wendigo with the air of a star reveling in his presence—how could he just brush aside such a serious matter?! Does he want those rampaging demons around us to seize this opportunity to spread rumors everywhere?!

It's obvious that Alastor, who can't hear your inner thoughts or read your facial expressions, isn't going to let Vox off the hook so easily, since showing weakness isn't in his nature.

Facing Vox, who now seemed stronger than him, Wendigo remained silent for a few seconds before slowly stepping out of your embrace, his demeanor nonchalant yet elegant: "That's quite a hurtful remark, isn't it? Or do you actually need me to teach you a lesson—perhaps you want to recall how you left my sight like a drowning dog seven years ago?"

As the male demon's words, laced with threat and rage, fell, you saw the two sinner lords before you unleash their power almost simultaneously.

Blue electricity surged like thunder, overturning the concrete pavement beneath your feet. The arrogant, scarlet buildings were bathed in a deep blue light by the seemingly fearless heretics of Alastor.

A violent surge of electricity roared in your ears, and a living blue light, like a shark in the deep sea, lurked dangerously around you. A pungent, burnt smell replaced the sulfur and putrid stench that was common in the Arrogance Ring.

"Oh...hahahaha...you really dare to say that!! Today I'll make you, you old fool who can't see reality, understand who the real ruler of this era is now! The era of radio is over! You idiot!"

Vox Cyber, his body crackling with electricity, slowly floated into the air, laughing wildly as countless wires, like raging serpents, glared menacingly at you.

"...Unfortunately, I don't think so. He's just an arrogant brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet and thinks he knows everyone else."

Alastor, who seemed less rational at this moment, also appeared unwilling to back down.

His antlers grew wildly upwards with the old gentleman's rage, the sharp branches looking as if they were about to smash Vokes's head.

The Broadcast Demon, whose body looked much thinner than Vox's, resembled a cursed, dilapidated scarecrow standing in a field.

You see his former smiling face twisted, his sharp teeth exposed, and green threads stitching his withered, eerie, and terrifying body together.

Alastor looks more like the devil than you've ever seen him before.

The old gentleman, clearly displaying all his rage at being insulted, was like an ancient creature awakening from the darkness.

Wendigo, who always walks on the edge of others' fears, transforms into all terror and dread at this moment.

He was like a dark, ominous, indescribable thing in a closet that had come to life, like a nightmare brandishing its claws and becoming reality.

Green voodoo symbols surged behind his deformed, emaciated spine, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and countless horrifying screams erupted from his radio accompanied by eerie giggles.

The radio demon mechanically turned its head stiffly, the blood-red pointer of an old-fashioned radio in its black pupils slowly turning as if counting down someone's life.

What a feast for the eyes!

The battle forms of Alastor and Vox are like a clash between a new era and an old era, with a cyber monster flashing with blue light on one side and a calamity curse of the old era on the other.

You stood quietly in place, half blue and half green, illuminated by the power of the two sinner lords, and remarked that their fight was quite aesthetically pleasing and visually impactful.

—The liberated form alone already resembles a work of art.

Normally, you'd probably be quite interested in watching sinner lords gang up on each other... Although it's "sorry" for the nearby streets and SFDD being affected again, the life-or-death struggle of the sinner lords is definitely more valuable than the casual brawls that break out on the streets.

……

But to be honest, you really don't want your external brain to fight with your potential partners.