Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 178... What a brilliant display of narcissism! - S01E06

"But I don't need these."

You rejected Alastor's utterly ridiculous suggestion without even thinking about it.

Perhaps there was some truth to what he said before...

But I have to say that his suggestion really makes you furious.

“Hey… listen, all I have to do is accept that I’m a free spirit.”

You stare blankly at the sinner lord in front of you, whose every little movement is more exaggerated than yours.

Although he always stands still and looks at you with an elegant air, he is actually very clever.

Like a cunning loach that can slip away from you at any time.

"As you hate it, I can actually do anything I want."

"Whether it's love or hate, nobility or baseness..."

"Whether they are saints or hopeless scoundrels."

"Beautiful, ugly, thin, fat."

You approach Alastor in front of you and meet his red eyes.

The Eastern Sinner is always half a head taller than the Wendigo, but due to his personality and temperament, the latter always appears to be taller than the female demon.

However, when the two sinners were very close together, the one with a pair of extremely powerful and aggressive horns appeared to be much taller than Alastor.

"...Logically speaking, my gender cannot be determined because under normal circumstances I do not have organs that define gender, nor do I have many sexual characteristics."

The woman, who was always aloof, spoke in a flat tone. She stared expressionlessly at the radio demon in front of her, as calmly as if she were reading an appliance instruction manual.

"But I will always identify as a woman and be proud of it."

……

She avoided the sensitive topic of being a man.

"...Ah, a clever girl."

Upon hearing this, Wendigo, who always seemed to be plotting something, leaned forward slightly.

He briefly rose on his tiptoes, then gracefully landed back in place.

Perhaps for a fleeting moment, Alastor hoped that ■■■ would give him a different answer—

But this is just a baseless guess.

"Well then, sir, please allow me to make a joke here."

Speechless at the other party's attitude towards training the dog, you look at the slow, leisurely sinner lord in front of you, and your lips twitch almost imperceptibly.

"What is it?" the devil asked casually in a flippant and nonchalant voice.

"Sir, since you have such a strong opinion about 'males'..."

"So, if I were a man, would you still be standing here, offering me endless words of comfort?"

The dragon girl, her hands tucked into her sleeves, stood still and asked the question in her flat, monotone voice, as cold as February frost.

"..."

"……ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After a brief silence, Alastor, seemingly surprised that you would make a witty remark in this way, immediately burst into a nervous laugh.

"Oh...of course not! Darling!"

The old gentleman, who could always control his terrible laughter, had a shimmering red light in his eyes, which were curved into two crescent moons because of his sharp tongue.

"If you were a man—"

"So, even back when you first threatened me, I was already thinking about how to get your head on my display shelf..."

"How am I supposed to get my voice on my radio station now?!"

He glanced at you with his eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

The shrill broadcast echoed within your closed-off magic, causing you to twitch your ears uncomfortably.

"Perhaps you are indeed strong enough to disregard everything, but... oh... hahahahaha... hahahahaha!"

"But as long as you don't kill me, you'll have to be on your guard every single day... What do you think? Hmm? My spicy little cupcake?"

The male demon suddenly approaches you like a stage actor.

As his red hair swept across your cheek with his movements, you quickly caught a whiff of the unpleasant smell of the swamp.

You feel as if a tall, thin, withered scarecrow of wasteland is standing in front of you...

It's like being cursed and then dragged out of the mire.

Damp, gloomy, and unpleasant.

"So, would you perhaps admit that you're just trying to comfort me?"

Without any intention of backing down, you calmly asked him this question.

The sinner from the East stood still, his gaze unwavering as he met the devil's bizarre, twisted red head.

"..."

"If you want this meaningless answer."

Alastor paused noticeably, then raised one of his eyebrows.

"'Yes'—if I say that, will Miss stop her behavior, which is tantamount to a crime?"

The sinner lord, sounding somewhat disappointed, sighed insincerely as he slowly withdrew his body, which had been leaning outwards.

"But sir, there's still something I don't understand."

Looking at Alastor's nonchalant demeanor, you felt a strange sense of amusement. Mimicking his mannerisms, you raised one eyebrow and asked, "But if you look down on men as a group, how do you, as a man, view yourself?"

"An absurd and ridiculous topic."

To your surprise, Alastor answered your question without hesitation.

...Its speed is even much faster than when you ask him if he is "comforting" you.

“I don’t consider myself the same as them… Oh, please, I wouldn’t have stood out like this if this group wasn’t so brutal and so utterly stupid.”

Alastor raised his eyebrows, spread his hands, and looked regretful that the main target he was talking about was completely beyond saving.

"Unfortunately, men have always been like this!"

"For example, there are those arrogant, childlike, flat-faced e-commerce bosses, or those lustful creatures whose minds are filled with nothing but lust... What an absurd joke! When they think, their upper and lower parts are actually connected!"

Wendigo, who would chatter on and on about this topic, laughed sarcastically while logically dissecting his impression of the entire male population.

"Although it's not as bad as the orphans of the last century asking rich old men for money, there are very few men I can have a normal conversation with, so I will try to avoid communicating with them and enjoy their jokes."

"It's just like……"

"Yes, knowing that you are in so much pain makes me happy!"

Suddenly, without warning, Alastor, in an excited tone, put his arm around your shoulder and held up his cane in his other hand.

"To be honest, I would be willing to stay by your side for the rest of my life just to watch a powerful guy like you struggle painfully in a self-imposed prison!"

"This is even more exciting and entertaining than when I was alive, watching several bank presidents jump to their deaths right in front of me because of the Great Depression! Am I right?"

Wendigo, with no sense of boundaries, pinched your cheek.

"It's just like when Mrs. Shilona shared photos of you during your period of despair with me—it's so refreshing!"

you:"……"

"Of course you're wrong! Your top priority right now is to see a therapist!"

'Hurry up and fix your psychopathic behavior! You broadcasting demon!'

■■■I think I probably originally wanted to say these things.

But you feel like your logical thinking ability and brain have been completely stunned by Alastor's unprecedented narcissism.

Aside from the discomfort of the devil's claws gripping your shoulders, you feel your five senses being tormented and attacked by the other person's narcissism.

"Men should be proud to have an individual like me, after all, this group is almost finished!"

After you fell silent, the sinner lord, seemingly dissatisfied with his ending, added this sentence with a straight face.

So your mind goes blank, and all that's left in your head is the thought, "How could someone like you exist?"

You do know that Alastor is a pretty narcissistic guy, but you didn't realize he'd become so narcissistic that he wanted all men to be his foils.

The dragon girl, a hint of inexplicable worry on her face, glanced at the male demon who was humming a jazz tune along with the radio music with a complicated expression.

'So you look down on all men, huh?'

'...What brilliant narcissism!'

The sinner from the East silently lamented this in his heart.

It feels like Alastor is the kind of man who, if you recited the whole thing to him, "You're so special, you're unlike any of the male demons I've ever known," he would not only accept it readily but would also elegantly say, "I know."

And when she asks, "Aren't you shameless?" he will say something like, "Why don't you accept the facts?" leaving her speechless.

……

The TV series "Shameless" is from a different era than a perfect actor like Alastor; it's a complete loss for them.

So, do you consider yourself perfect?

Not knowing why you still can't give up, you can't help but ask yourself this question to the bright red devil beside you.

"Hmph, I always think so."

He lifted his eyelids and gave you that classic, broadcast devilish frowning stare, like he was looking at an idiot.

■■■: "..."

And so, Alastor's upturned, playful tone completely puts your mind at ease.

He even put the coffin lid on.

...You never expected this topic to jump from "arguments about perfection" all the way to the radio devil's narcissistic convention without any blind spots.

The dragon girl seemed to want to say something more, like a piece of advice.

But at that moment, she suddenly paused, as if she had realized something...

……

Or is it... ?

"Haha... You always have a sense of humor that no one else has. Apart from your sharp tongue that leaves people speechless, you are really perfect."

Suddenly, the man, speaking in a monotone voice, strolled up to the sinner lord, blocking the latter's view.

Because your words came so suddenly, Alastor seems a little confused as to why you would suddenly agree with him and praise him.

But when faced with Wendigo's squinting eyes filled with confusion, the Eastern Sinner simply raised his head.

Everyone would admit that ■■■ has a face that is completely out of place in hell.

But it's clear that her appearance might not be the type that the broadcasting demon likes, so he won't be stunned by her face for too long.

...And the only thing he would actually notice was the female demon's golden eyes that shone brightly in the shadows.

"Although this may sound surprising."

"but……"

Having learned the essence of the opening host from Alastor, [the host] slowly elongated each of his words.

"I don't know if you've noticed it too."

"After all, you are really smart."

……

……

"……?""Bang!!!"

Before the Dragon Girl could finish speaking, a deafening bang rang out, accompanied by the broadcast demon tilting its head in confusion!

A tremendous roar erupted from inside the building, and the entire floor shook violently. The two sinners could even feel the ground beneath their feet tilting to one side.

A pungent smell, along with the stench of sulfur and excrement, swept in from the other end of the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, where the street view is visible, a dazzling orange-red light flickers indistinctly below.

After the startling noise ended, panicked screams erupted from downstairs.

The little devils on their floor cursed as they packed their things and ran out of their rooms.

The apartment building exploded.

For a moment, the broadcasting demon's eyes widened in surprise.

It's different from the scenes depicted in soap operas.

Alastor didn't just see the lips of the person making the gestures, but rather...

I heard her say it very clearly.

You should know, right?

"I actually..."

"They won't be able to go to heaven."