Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 177 Why Don't You Want to Be a Perfect Man? - S01E06

And to your even greater surprise, Alastor seems to have noticed your confusion.

Because you saw him very clearly show his displeasure when you looked confused.

But before you could even finish forming a question mark in your mind, the old gentleman, who was clearly even more talkative than you, started speaking again.

"Given that I gave you advice before, but you seem to have forgotten what I said."

Wendigo, frowning, lowered his head, gripping his microphone cane in one hand and casually rubbing his sharp fingertips together with the other.

"I'm not sure if you'll just continue to completely forget what I said, but I hate that."

"It gave me a nauseating feeling, like I was sitting down when I discovered that my favorite dinner had been stolen by some insignificant idiot."

"So, how about I give you a trivial but immediately effective piece of advice this time—even if I think it's stupid, what do you think?"

Alastor, who had no intention of waiting for your reply, took it upon himself to lean on his cane and approach you.

He stopped at just the right distance.

It was a gaze that wasn't too ambiguous...

It carried an inexplicable and malicious mockery.

"Since you are always bound by your own excessively high moral standards, and suffer because of them, feeling inferior because you cannot reach the perfection you imagine, as an existence that does not have a fixed gender..."

"Then why doesn't Miss simply try to become a man?"

The devil said this slowly.

"Neither those who want to die nor those who want to live can make their own decisions, but you are different, Miss!"

He looked at you meaningfully.

At first, you were interested in hearing what advice Alastor could offer; but when you actually heard what he was saying, your eyes widened immediately.

...because you never expected him to say something so outrageous that it shattered your worldview!

Although it's not surprising that he said that... it still went a bit too far.

“Uh… no, sir.”

The sinner from the East, who had swallowed the words "What kind of behavior is this?", looked at the nonchalant broadcasting devil in front of him with a forced smile.

"I think I'm imperfect simply because perfect people don't exist."

"Because I was once human, I am destined to be imperfect, just as I said before."

You try to explain yourself to Alastor, who seems to be lost in thought, but you feel like you're only making things worse.

Until you yourself forget the original intention of bringing up this topic, and you are just annoyed that Alastor will call you the so-called "perfect chef lady".

"When everyone says I'm perfect, even if it's bullying, but..."

You frown as you look at him.

"But your essence is just that you are afraid of being judged and criticized, otherwise you wouldn't have needed to make these statements."

Before you could even utter a "but," Wendigo impatiently waved his hand, rudely interrupting you.

"……what?"

You didn't expect him to suddenly pick up where you left off, but for some reason you felt that what he said actually made some sense.

'Yes, otherwise what's the point of these statements? And who are they meant for?'

Alastor rarely interrupted a lady so rudely.

However, his sharp and straightforward views did indeed make the Eastern sinner pause for a moment, feeling uneasy.

"But I am not perfect. I just feel that I should be a perfect person because it is my duty, otherwise..."

You turned your head away, somewhat unwilling, and muttered to yourself.

The broadcast demon's brow furrowed even deeper.

But he probably just found it funny.

"Oh, please... come on! My little lamb, you just don't want to be judged!"

Alastor rolled his eyes.

He vanished into the ground as a silent shadow, then emerged ominously from behind you.

Dragon Girl turned around expressionlessly and looked at Wendigo, who was leaning against the apartment wall with his arms crossed.

"You seem to be used to giving explanations and clarifications, but I don't know where this foolish idea of ​​yours comes from!"

The sinner lord spread his hands out in disbelief, making a comical, casual gesture in the air as if simulating something.

“Darling, you might as well admit it—that’s how the strong are, survival of the fittest, yet you always think about taking care of the weak. But to me, the most ridiculous thing about you is… oh! I don’t even need to mention privilege!”

Alastor narrowed his eyes and gave you a strangely upturned smile.

"Hey... listen to this, if you're always trying to please everyone, then you'll actually lose even your most basic freedom of speech and freedom of action!"

"So, why don't you reconsider my earlier suggestion that could solve the problem once and for all?"

The old gentleman supported himself with his cane and looked at you with a "playful smile".

"After all, it was a perfect choice, both objectively and subjectively! Wasn't it?"

"The world always seems to prefer these rude and barbaric creatures, even though most of the time they just stand with their legs wide apart, talking big and boasting about things they've never seen in their lives, they always manage to win the favor of ladies."

Alastor exaggeratedly mimicked the expression of someone recalling something, much like a silent film character.

Although the smile on his face remained unchanged, he frowned and stared at the upper right corner, as if he had remembered something particularly unpleasant.

"Men are always narcissistic; they won't admit they're not perfect because every man thinks he's perfect."

"Men rarely see anything wrong with themselves, not to mention that women often fantasize about things men would never do, indulging in their fantasies while praising the greatness of men—"

Like a devil revealing lottery numbers, he maliciously lengthened his words.

But those malicious red eyes were staring right at you.

He seems very much looking forward to seeing what decision you will make.

"But it's clear that the world loves men more."

Under your gaze, Alastor squinted and made a few rustling sounds from his throat.

"Do you think this is because the world prefers brutal, stupid, and primitive species? Or is it because people love men more, and men always get love easily, just because of girls' unrealistic fantasies?"

Wendigo slowly twirled his cane a few times.

He strolled lightly to your side, then turned his head towards you in an extremely unnatural way.

He is waiting for your answer.

……

"...So? You think so too? Just like this world? After all, you're the one who benefits."

Instead of directly answering the devil's question, you coldly retorted with this question.

"Me? Oh...no...no, no, no!"

Alastor let out a few sarcastic laughs, the kind of laughs foreigners often make to indicate 'you must have misunderstood something,' then raised one eyebrow and looked at you with feigned helplessness.

"I just enjoy the feeling of being praised, but I do hate hanging out with men."

"Dirty, stupid and arrogant."

"His mind was always on mating, and he believed that every creature should love him, regardless of gender."

He closed his eyes, clearly expressing his disdain and sarcasm; but when he looked at you, the sinner lord's expression became playful.

"But, would you perhaps like to be a man?"

"If you were a man—maybe all of this would be solved."

"Perhaps everyone will praise you?"

He raised his head, looked at you with disdain, and said this.

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The extreme statements in this chapter are not my own views, but merely an exaggerated writing technique!

However, as ■■■ said, it's everyone's freedom to interpret it however they like :D

Alastor's attitude toward men here comes from an interview with V's Mom.

However, his idea here is not to completely deny men, but rather to use irony... to satirize the "male" advantage in a rather impolite way.

However, despite this, all indications suggest that Alastor still speaks with male demons who are "willing to have a good chat with him" and does not harbor any aversion towards them.