Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 81: How do I test my MBTI? The results are always like this.

"Please, dear broadcasting demon, sinners keep up with the human technological age by constantly dropping souls from the new era."

Faced with Alastor's sudden smile, you slowly strolled over to the slender male demon and said in a relaxed tone.

"My advantage, and the most crucial one, is that I don't need anyone to tell me what the so-called popular trends are."

The Eastern sinner, whose emotions rarely fluctuated, let out two soft, almost imperceptible laughs.

Alastor remained standing still, without turning his head.

He maintained his original posture and smiling face, only his scarlet eyes constantly following the tall and slender female demon.

"If I want to start a business, I can get information about human progress as soon as possible. In any case, I will always be one step ahead."

Looking at the unmoved Alastor, you state in a cold voice your seemingly insignificant but incredibly amazing cheat ability at this moment.

"...Don't forget, the human realm is nothing more than flat ground to me, and the information I can obtain at any time is just one of the weapons in my hands."

Always stay ahead of everyone else and always get first-hand information.

Most importantly, [name omitted] is a smart person, a young person, and someone who is good at analysis, utilization, and maximizing benefits.

Perhaps an ordinary sinner cannot surpass the rock-solid Zestiel and Camilla, let alone shake the 3V who control almost all the young people in the Pride Ring.

But what about ■■■?

What about the [character's name] who possesses unfathomable strength and a variety of unexpected abilities?

Perhaps even someone as intelligent as Alastor would need to think twice before making a bet where the outcome is completely uncertain.

Clearly, this is a dangerous gamble with tempting stakes, where the outcome could be all or nothing.

After hearing about your strengths, Alastor's expression finally changed, and he turned around, silently waiting for you to continue.

With a strong intuition, you know that Alastor is now on the verge of your deal.

"However, these are just things I need to be responsible for. What I need you to do is much easier than these."

Before the conversation even got to the point of discussing interests, you, who weren't in a hurry to continue offering future prospects for Alastor, suddenly changed the subject and calmly started talking about more practical issues.

While you need to quickly explain why you need Alastor's help, simply making empty promises isn't your style.

"I'll take care of the job of building skyscrapers, with a clear price tag. And first, I can tell you that for some reason, the pie I'm going to grab is somewhere between the entertainment and food industries."

You stated confidently that you would take on more responsibilities and would not shirk your duties.

"And because we want to go the high-end chain restaurant route, we have to employ some scarcity marketing tactics—"

"Limited time offer, limited quantity, exclusive."

At this point, you quickly walked back to the chart you had previously displayed.

The Eastern sinner, who seemed to have a long speech to give, snapped his fingers, and the chart next to you immediately turned into three directional arrows.

"First, scarcity marketing is related to three major factors: market competition, consumer maturity, and product substitutability."

You, who seemed like a teacher, said this to the broadcast demon in front of you who was actually listening to you.

"Hunger marketing is only effective when market competition is insufficient, consumers are not mature enough, and the product has strong overall competitiveness and is not easily substitutable. Only under these conditions can hunger marketing work well."

"Fortunately, the arrogance loop is a perfect fit for the survival environment of scarcity marketing."

"I think there are other demons in the Pride Ring who are also using the scarcity marketing system, but that doesn't matter, because my starting point can only be higher than theirs, not lower, and they pose no threat to me."

"As for irreplaceability, I am confident that no one can do better than me. Even if someone copies me, I can guarantee that they cannot do even one ten-thousandth of what I can do."

"..."

"Zizzi."

■■■The rare display of arrogance surprised Alastor, and the mechanical blank frequency perfectly reflected the broadcast demon's current mood.

After all, the sinner from the East usually presents a calm and humble image to the outside world, and she has almost never shown such an arrogant appearance.

But perhaps it's because this is something you're truly good at that that you're displaying such almost defiant confidence?

The broadcasting demon, whose thoughts were unknown, tilted his head and stared at the Eastern sinner who was still methodically narrating his views, his expression playful.

He felt he hadn't seen anything like this in a long time... someone who dared to start from the very beginning and honestly discuss a deal with themselves from start to finish.

The fearsome radio demon thought there were only three kinds of people in the world.

One type is those who, upon seeing themselves, are so terrified they immediately wish they could be reincarnated on the spot.

One possibility is that he feels it's valuable enough to acquire.

Another type is someone who has become so hostile to you that they wish you would die quickly.

Will he ever encounter another demon like ■■■?

Alastor didn't think that ■■■ wanted to collaborate with him; it was simply because this young and passionate female demon wanted to start her own business.

■■■'s strength and usual caution made her seeking cooperation with him less reckless than he had imagined.

For a long time, Wendigo, who was much older than the others, regarded most of the demons in the city as pathetic and foolish souls. Apart from those he was actively interested in, he rarely had such long conversations with the demons in hell.

This may be related to the fact that I was already very interested in the fact that ■■■ came to find me.

Such is the cause and effect.

Because he was very interested in ■■■, he would be happy to listen to her even if she came to him to talk nonsense.

After all, he really enjoyed the time he spent with her.

In this shitty hell, a Demon Lord who is communicative and has good emotional intelligence is a rare find, at least that's why Alastor believes he enjoys spending time with you.

……

It's a pity that the Eastern sinner, who was giving a report, couldn't hear the devil's inner thoughts on the radio; otherwise, she would have been flattered and thought it was a trap.

"...Relying on the uniquely closed environment of the Arrogance Ring, in performing my duties, I will be responsible for attracting attention, creating demand, establishing expectations, setting purchase conditions, and so on."

You, having laid bare everything you were going to do to Alastor, had your eyelids drooping, looking rather indifferent.

"Compared to Vox's mind control, I can rely on my own strength to amplify the purchasing desires of hellish consumers and amplify the appeal of products and brands..."

"As for why I did this, let's not even mention that setting a high starting point is beneficial for the industry to obtain a large amount of start-up capital... The main reason is that we are in hell."

“Hunger marketing does have its drawbacks, but that’s in the human world. In hell, we don’t need to worry about things like damaging our own integrity, eroding consumer brand loyalty, or prolonging the product’s sales cycle.”

"What I really want is to build a high-end brand image in hell."

"Because we are not selling products, but the sense of superiority that everyone in Shanghai wants."

As you said this, you gave Alastor a confident, faint smile.

Although there was a vague premonition, the broadcasting demon seemed not to have expected that you, who are usually taciturn, would suddenly say so many of your thoughts in one go.

Realizing that your speech seemed to have come to an end, Alastor, who had maintained his proper demeanor throughout and whose smile remained unchanged, used magic to conjure a chair from somewhere and gracefully sat down.

Wendigo rested his ever-present microphone cane on his shoulder, crossed his legs, and slowly asked you:

"What a professional explanation! Your rigorous logic and thorough investigation even surprised me, dear Chef. I truly didn't expect you to give me such a wonderful surprise today—"

Alastor, who now seemed surprisingly polite and humble, shook his head and gave a passionate evaluation of your speech.

"Ha! I never expected that our inn's head chef was actually a hidden business genius!"

For once, Alastor, who was speaking clearly and without a smile, resembled an elder helpless in the face of a younger person's ideas... but thankfully, the other party did not mock his naive thoughts.

Otherwise, you might forget what you were going to say next because you're so eager to explode at the other person.

"...I don't know what you're thinking, but Mr. Broadcasting Devil, this isn't just empty talk."

“I’ve already found a location for the restaurant and discussed the lease with the owner. He gave me a positive answer this morning – that’s why I’m here to see you now.”

"I just wanted to come here to seek cooperation with a smart person who I can at least trust before officially starting the operation."

To prove you weren't just a reckless partner who only talked the talk, before the other party could say anything sarcastic, you slightly frowned and calmly added this sentence.

……

Alastor, momentarily speechless at your astonishing speed, was speechless again: "..."

Although surprised that you had already completed the preparations, Alastor, who had been stunned in front of you a lot today, quickly composed himself.

As a veteran sinner lord, he seems to have a good tolerance for your impetuousness in taking action.

"But before we go on, I'd like to know how our dear chef plans to achieve the three points of limited time, limited quantity, and exclusivity?"

The broadcasting demon, with his eight fingers interlaced in front of his knees, asks you in his loud and clear broadcasting voice.

"At least these three short words are more important than listening to the chef, who's always complaining about not doing any work, explaining all those responsibilities she insists on taking on. Am I right?"

He looked at you, his smile unchanged.

You're surprised that Alastor didn't say 'before saying anything more useless,' which makes you feel like something's off about him.

However, his subsequent sharp and pointed remarks made you realize that your previous thoughts were just an illusion.

"...Limited time and limited quantity are just operational methods. I will take care of these matters myself. If you need me to explain, we will have to wait until we can implement them in practice."

Having long been accustomed to Alastor's way of speaking, you didn't feel offended. After all, you were already grateful that the Broadcast Demon listened to your long speech, especially since he was indeed focusing on the key points of implementation.

If Alastor isn't interested in what you're saying, he'd probably turn around and leave even if you were of the opposite sex, since you've asked him to discuss a rather sensitive topic of trade between demons.

Thinking this, you glanced at the broadcast demon who seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

"As for exclusivity, we can talk about that later. Let's talk about the main reason I came to you first."

At this point, you waved to the side, dispelling the fog that made up the PowerPoint presentation.

...Great, you finally got the broadcasting demon to see the root of all evil that torments modern college students and corporate slaves.

Although it's in a different form, it's still something to celebrate.

With a touch of smugness in your heart, you reach out and pinch away the dissipating clouds in the air, then sigh inwardly.

“Alastor, you have one of the things I need most—fame.”

……

After you said that, Alastor raised his eyebrows at you again.

His expression, at least for this moment, indicates that he needs a more detailed explanation or motivation from you.

...Ha, that's great, you actually figured out what one of the most incomprehensible expressions of the broadcast demon in Hell meant.

“This matter is very simple. Just like Shirley’s inn, a restaurant with a powerful sinner lord in charge is bound to attract customers, and I chose you.”

You put your hands behind your back and walk slowly to Alastor to explain.

At this moment, the broadcasting demon, propping his head up with one hand, lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at you, his smile slowly widening.

You hear a strange, unreadable murmur emanating from his throat, a murmur that seems to represent some unknown emotion.

“Alastor, you are a sinner lord who naturally attracts attention.”

But you didn't pay attention to Alastor's change in expression, only staring at the slender male demon in front of you, who looked relaxed and elegant, with your bright, fiery golden eyes.

"A powerful figure who has disappeared for seven years is a great topic, and such topics are one of the best choices to attract demons—but I don't need you to make a big show of yourself. People just need to know that you are in charge of my restaurant."

"Because what I need is your fame."