binnovel Chapter 155, first half: A Dream of Fury - S01E06
Chapter 155, first half: A Dream of Fury - S01E06
She was a woman who really looked very strange.
Not to mention the bizarre and monstrous native demons in hell, she didn't even resemble any of the sinners she had ever seen.
...Of course, there was a reason why Christina used the word "woman" to describe her.
It is important to know that when the souls of the most wicked people fall into hell, they will often appear before the public in a completely new guise.
Whether it's a flamboyant hairstyle, an extravagant makeup look, or clothing full of suggestive connotations.
Apart from a few old-fashioned souls who still retain the conservative habits they had in life, most of the souls on the Arrogant Ring Road like to make themselves look like ready-to-eat junk food.
Even more extreme, some people practically wish they could have a passionate and harmonious life right there on the street.
Christina, who usually just observes everything with a detached eye while strolling down the street, often feels deeply weary of it all.
Because she always thought that these guys in the Pride Ring were no different in essence from the pigs raised in the livestock pen.
Even if hell is merely an amplification of the soul's two most primal desires to the extreme—
Of course, she doesn't deny that she's one of these pigs.
The first time I saw "that person" was through the glass of a bakery.
Ironically, Christina was momentarily stunned when she saw the woman.
Because despite having a pair of exaggerated horns and a pair of furry ears, she still looked a bit too human.
...You should know that this is not a good thing in hell.
Unlike succubi and those "humans" who become heavily made up after going to hell, her skin and lips were pitifully pale.
Unlike the ostentatious criminals on the street, she always seemed to wear only loose-fitting clothes, like a patient's.
The woman's slender, tall figure was outlined by the pitiful amount of fabric, creating a few shadowy curves that made her look like an expensive, fragile champagne glass—
This is so incredibly boring.
Her long black hair was casually tied back, and her slender, snow-white neck was clearly exposed, making wild beasts fantasize about the magnificent scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Christina noticed some black scales clinging to her jawline and above her Adam's apple, like scars.
The expressions on the woman's face were always strange.
The expression on her face inexplicably reminded Christina of a robot that hadn't yet been programmed with facial expressions... or perhaps, it had undergone some unbearable upheaval and finally become numb.
The strange woman in the bakery was unlike anyone she had ever seen before.
She meant, that was probably an Asian woman?
Although unlike any Asian she had ever met in her life... not even the television on the street.
Neither thin nor short, it was tall, like an ornamental tree planted in the center of a wealthy gentleman's garden.
Christina swore that as long as she had a piece of the tree's white bark, she would have enough to eat for at least a month.
When viewed through the window, the woman who always stands there rarely takes the initiative to do anything.
She is not the voluptuous type that Europeans and Americans prefer.
He was very thin and looked like a stunted teenager.
This made the silver-haired witch start to make connections again.
For example, the bland broth used for hot pot might have a few scattered vegetable leaves floating on top.
...But Christina wasn't unwilling to describe her as a pure white tulip.
Unfortunately, she already had a girlfriend at that time—Christina believed she was very loyal to her partner.
Besides, Christina still couldn't figure out why this woman was working at the bakery in Devil's Castle.
However, since the other party doesn't usually appear here within a week, Christina probably still wants to go in and say hello.
To tell the truth.
It's truly rare to see someone like her, so out of place in this hellish place...
Christina didn't want to miss this opportunity.
—Of course, it's also possible that she spent far too long in hell.
Rather than destroying it, she wanted to greet the strange woman who seemed to come from another world through the glass.
Even hell must tolerate the existence of idealism.
Christina pushed open the door and went inside.
An old-fashioned welcome bell hangs at the entrance of the bakery, ringing out a clear "ring-ring" sound for everyone who enters.
To Christina's surprise, she didn't realize until she entered that the little devil's bakery was even more spotless than she had imagined.
It's as if some psychopath has cleaned away all the dust from every crevice.
The bakery's distinctive bright yellow light couldn't overcome the arrogant ring's aggressive crimson hue, so they simply blended together, transforming into an ambiguous pink.
...That's amazing, even though I've already eaten.
But when Christina saw the bread on the shelf, she couldn't help but swallow.
Creamy, fresh fruit, pork floss, and perfectly shaped grilled sausages...
There are no suggestive or gimmicky elements, nor are there any deadly weapons or filthy excrement added inside.
They were just ordinary breads that looked delicious.
...It's unbelievable.
After all, the bread didn't seem like something the little devil would make; rather, it was a kind of magical, visible perfection.
All of this reminded Christina of the large, luxurious bakeries she could only look into from the outside during her lifetime.
Aside from looting from the wealthy or smashing the shop's windows, Christina couldn't imagine how she would ever get to eat a piece of bread like that in her lifetime.
...Why is this shop able to stay open in the Devil's Castle in the Ring of Pride?
The obvious questions began to flood the silver-haired sinner's mind; she didn't even notice that she was frowning as a result.
Why wasn't it destroyed? Why is this store so clean and bright, from the lighting and glass to the food?
I don't understand.
The warm, inviting aroma of the bakery was replaced by a stench of sulfur and vomit as Christina entered.
Therefore, Christina, who thought that her heart had turned almost black after going to hell, actually felt a little worried and guilty.
It's as if they're apologizing for leaving a trail of dirty footprints on the tiled floor.
"Hello, what would you like to order?"
Just as she was having the thought that "I'm so bored, I might as well just leave this damn place," the woman standing behind the counter suddenly spoke up.
But Christina was still unable to recover.
She was convinced that the vast majority of beings in hell would hate this bakery.
After all, everyone's going to hell, so who would want to come to a stupid shop that seems to be purifying them?
Who can guarantee that this bakery, which looks more like a sanctuary, isn't some new facility planted by those bastards to preemptively eliminate sinners?
...Absolutely suspiciously extraordinary!
Upon hearing the doorbell ring, the woman, who looked like a robot, turned and stared at her as if a crucial condition had been triggered.
The woman speaking behind the counter spoke in a low voice, but her words and tone were so polite and courteous that Christina found it almost unbearable.
...And the moment she opened her mouth, Christina even felt that she was about to start doubting the other person's gender!
After all, apart from her face, which could only be described as "beautiful," Christina had no way of identifying the woman's gender based on any other features.
Observing someone directly is different from observing them from outside the door.
She was finally able to see the woman's face clearly.
Unlike how she looked through the glass, the other person's appearance was completely different from the Asians Christina had seen before her death.
Profound, rich, captivating, and defying categorization by a single gender...
But it's just a faint feeling, something you can't quite put your finger on.
Although Christina had forgotten many things, she swore she had never seen an Asian like this in her lifetime.
Moreover, at least she now understands that the woman in front of her can be any kind of flower, but she will never be a bowl of bland vegetable soup.
"Who the hell cares about that?! You think those guys from Devil's Castle would eat your bread?"
Christina recalled that her gaze at the time was probably not very polite.
She still remembers her memorable, impatient cursing...
Unfortunately, her eyes lingered on the woman several times, but in the end, they always returned to the woman's expressionless face.
But when the other woman looked at her, Christina didn't hesitate to extend her middle finger at the numb and indifferent woman in front of her.
Christina laughed wildly and contemptuously, involuntarily uttering vulgar and offensive words.
Christina, being a sinner, clearly understood what she should be expecting.
For example, seeing the woman in front of him angrily furrow her brows and retort with even more sarcastic and cutting words.
For example, this woman backed away because she was afraid of or disgusted by her rudeness.
But nothing happened.
The woman simply stood there, quietly watching him make a scene in front of her.
The other person's calmness and composure made Christina feel like a clown, so she quieted down and put on a new mask of rage.
The Christina I remembered seemed even uglier than I had imagined.
She took out the dagger she always carried and pressed it against the other person's face.
Because the woman remained unmoved, gazing down at her from above, Christina could even see her own reflection in the woman's golden irises.
Her eyelashes were stuck together by cheap makeup, looking like messy spider legs.
Her lipstick seemed to have gone a little overboard, making her mouth appear very large.
...And Christina felt that the sinner's signature smile on her face looked ridiculous, at least for the moment.
In front of that woman, I felt like a child trying his best to please an adult, weak yet smiling.
As Christina's face burned, she saw the woman's bangs cast a shadow across her pale, sickly face.
The woman did not dodge her weapon, but gently bent down like a living plant.
So she faced her own almost tangible malice head-on and asked again softly:
"Hello, miss, how can I help you?"
"Would you like to buy some bread? It's Wednesday, and we're offering 20% off pork floss bread and ham bread."
"If you don't want to buy bread—"
"So, is there anything I can do to help?"