binnovel Chapter 10 is almost enough, brother.
Chapter 10 is almost enough, brother.
"Welcome to Hell Inn, you wicked sinners."
"I am the chef here, and at Hell Inn, you will enjoy professional-level service that far surpasses that of the Gluttony Ring."
"Here, you will find a variety of delicacies that suit your tastes when you were alive."
"Hell Inn offers a wide variety of delicious dishes, including many signature dishes that provide diners with a top-notch experience in terms of both visual appeal and taste."
"As the chef of Hell Inn, I am committed to creating innovative dishes that far surpass any cuisine in Hell, inheriting human flavors, absorbing the essence of other cuisines, and blending them with modern Hell cooking techniques."
"If you wish to proceed to the restaurant area, please refer to the lobby map to confirm your location..."
"Card!"
After you smoothly recited your memorized lines, Vicky awkwardly stopped you before you could explain the restaurant rules.
Not yet aware of the problem, you cast a puzzled look at the latter.
"Oh, darling! The emotional ups and downs you put into reciting your lines are a truly hilarious disaster!"
Alastor, who had been standing by and joining in the fun since you started reciting your lines, commented in an enthusiastic tone while letting out a few piercing laughs without any restraint.
Oh, great, now you finally realize how terribly you've been reading.
Feeling guilty, you shrugged and remained silent.
“Well… although you’re much better than those two outside, at least we’ve made some progress… but Alastor is right.”
Vicki, who rarely acknowledged the broadcast demon, first offered you a few words of comfort before looking at you with a complicated and helpless expression.
"Perhaps you could try to be more emotionally expressive, instead of acting like an AI robot that has only had free will for less than three days, or..."
she suggested.
"Or? Of course, you can choose not to do it."
After laughing his fill, Alastor was dragged to the ground by a shadowy figure, then calmly pushed past Vicky and appeared beside you.
He first lifted your black hair with his hand, then quickly hugged you and pressed his face against yours, saying loudly, "Ah~ what a pitiful beautiful creature! Possessing the most amazing memory in the entire Hell Inn, but in the end, you are still forced to do things you don't like."
Alastor's voice carried an exaggerated sense of regret.
"Does it really matter if you put your image in that annoying, noisy picture projector? I thought hell was already the so-called 'end of the world,' don't you think? ■■■."
After saying this, Alastor, whose emotions are definitely ten times stronger than yours, gave you a meaningful look with droopy eyelids—and the next second, Vicky, who looked furious, pointed a weapon at your face.
And you're still surprised that Alastor actually remembered your statement that "in the apocalypse, only broadcasting will be dominant."
Is this guy narcissistic in some ways?
You opened your mouth.
"If you're not going to help, then don't incite the only person in the inn who's actually working here!"
Seeing Alastor attacking anyone indiscriminately, the white-haired demon, his face contorted with rage, looked like a giant cat with its fur standing on end.
"Oh, what a hurtful thing to do. I was the one who made the first version of the ad, and you even have the 'video recorder' I gave you in your hand!"
Completely unfazed by Vicky's hostility, Alastor gently pressed down on the sharp weapon and shrugged. "And, miss, you must realize that forcing a demon to do something he doesn't like will ultimately come at a heavy price..."
"Besides, I don't like being pointed at by this kind of thing."
After uttering those words, Alastor's face was suddenly blurred and distorted by an unusually evil force.
The distorted colors, like glitch art, disturbed his vibrant red hair, and the male sinner's originally small antlers grew wildly upwards until they became two withered, dead branches.
You see his eyes transform into the pointer of an old-fashioned tape recorder, turning clockwise one notch every second; strange symbols, enveloped in an eerie green light, float around him.
He reached out and made a squeezing motion, and you heard a sharp, terrifying noise, not belonging to Alastor himself, tearing through the air—but as the broadcast of the demonic gesture ended, all evil and oppression vanished completely.
A cunning fox.
Looking at Alastor, who remained unfazed and still smiling, Vicky paused for a moment before turning her head away, frowning, and clicking her tongue.
The disgruntled white-haired sinner was completely unaware that someone he knew had also used this tactic.
"So it's quite surprising that you didn't fight me before."
"Someone" she knew and who had done it before said this in a chilling tone behind the broadcasting devil.
“You’ll definitely be a master at playing the ‘know when to stop’ game.”
"Ha! ■■■, although you are a terrible emotional controller, every word you say with a special sense of humor brings me new joy."
After you spoke, Alastor, who acted as if nothing had happened, raised his eyebrows and pretended not to understand what you were saying.
The broadcast demon playfully pressed your body down with a mocking tone, but his voice, which sounded like it was being broadcast loudly, showed no intention of lowering it.
"Aren't we in the same boat? Besides, why should I keep doing this pointless work? Or is it that all this commercial needs to do is have the chef on camera? Hmm?"
The crimson-clad sinner turned his head and glanced indifferently at Vicky behind him.
"..."
"……what do you want?"
Seeing the other party's sarcastic remarks, Vicky, whose expression finally turned painful and dejected, wiped her face with her hand and turned to look at Alastor, who was in a good mood.
You, on the other hand, removed the overly familiar red claws of the broadcasting demon from your own shoulder, then stood calmly to the side with your hands behind your back, like a dutiful hotel statue.
You know that if Alastor gets carried away, he'll most likely push you aside. So you might as well get away from him now.
"No, no, don't misunderstand. I now really admire you incompetent and hopeless souls!"
Alastor looked very excited. He waved his hand and then made an infuriating gesture.
"Watching you struggle so hard just to achieve something, and then your only hope before utter defeat turns out to be an all-powerful but utterly terrible chef... Oh, I haven't seen anything this funny in ages."
He delivered his speech with great enthusiasm, and Wendigo's ears swayed slightly with his exaggerated movements.
"However, I still admire your rejection of these useless and garbage technologies. I can't believe that people these days actually enjoy wasting their lives staring at a thin screen that has no substance."
The broadcast demon's head turned 180 degrees towards you before its entire body turned to face you.
He straightened his already impeccably tailored red suit, his expression a mixture of disdain and amusement.
"Ladies, I've said so much nonsense, but in terms of utter inconsequences, you've all done a very good job."
He closed his eyes, raised his head high, and resolutely adopted a posture of praising you and Vicky.
"..."
"Wow! Great! Fantastic! Well, standing over here is Alastor! A piece of shit and a megalomaniac who loves to whine from the sidelines—"
Enraged by Alastor's smug attitude, Vicky raised her camera with a ferocious expression.
When Vicky was about to film Alastor, the king of PTSD in video technology, you quickly stopped her with your tail.
Alastor, who probably really hates modern technology, made a hissing sound from his throat. His red hair, which was slightly bristling with anger, slowly fell down after you stopped him in time.
You see a hint of confusion and a touch of pleasure on his eternally unchanging, enormous smiling face.
"Given that we can only rely on you now, I still need to make one thing clear beforehand."
Forced to act as a mediator, you rubbed your forehead in exasperation.
"Since you're here to invest in the so-called entertainment industry, as a major shareholder, you won't get any interest if you just stand by and watch the show."
You stand in Vicky's way and slowly walk toward Alastor, who is always smiling but still looks very dangerous.
"Haven't you had enough fun already? Smart man."
“I guess you don’t mind if we keep arguing like this, but I still want to resolve this matter as soon as possible.”
You stop at a distance that Alastor wouldn't find unpleasant, and narrow your eyes dangerously.
Even though Alastor often speaks rudely to you, your face, which rarely shows any expression, remains unchanged.
"Now I should be starting to prepare dinner for everyone."
"So, before the supermarket closes, I hope the infamous broadcasting devil can voice what's been bothering him so we can resolve and move forward with this already shattered hotel project—how about that, do you think it's fair?"