Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 242 The Broadcast Demon felt he couldn't go on living like this anymore - S01E07

As she left Shirley's bedroom, she dodged Vicky and the other demons who rushed over, ignoring their questions, leaving behind a winding black ice path.

Under the bewildered or confused gazes of the demons at the inn, the icy path continued to spread outwards, like an endless winter.

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"...Good heavens, what's wrong with her? She's in such a hurry, like she's seen a ghost."

Angel, who was the first to break the silence, frowned slightly and leaned against the door frame, craning his neck in the direction where the inn's chef had disappeared.

"Hmm...that's strange, she doesn't seem like the type to be so impulsive...but are you guys planning to tell her yourselves or should I do it?"

The Spider Sinner, seemingly completely unconcerned about the awkward atmosphere, casually pointed to Shirley's messy room.

"Um, is the chef alright?"

Sir Pantheon, clearly very sensitive to the emotions of others, rubbed his hands together nervously and looked towards the end of the corridor with some concern.

He was actually hesitant about whether to follow them and see what was going on.

But because of the aura of the person in question, which was too unapproachable and frightening, he dared not approach.

"..."

"Hmph, what good can come of hanging out with this red-haired madman?"

Hesk, who had come along to watch the spectacle, stood next to Vicky, who looked utterly devastated, and snorted coldly.

He already had a guess about what had happened.

As a seasoned senior, he had been advising ■■■ not to get too close to Alastor; because he knew that spending too much time with Alastor would never end well.

Fortunately, ■■■ has more chips, enough to withstand the drain from a terrifying, vampire-like creature like Alastor…

Because he was reminded of some unhappy old stories, Hesk, who would never feel schadenfreude over ■■■, silently opened the bottle of liquor he was holding in his hand and tilted his head back to drink it.

But soon, the big cat sinner saw something that he could not believe—

There was a shocking scratch on the neck of the red-haired madman he had cursed no less than ten thousand times!

"...Holy shit."

Hesker, who suddenly felt he would be giving everyone a nice look today, widened his eyes.

He didn't need to guess to know that this was left by ■■■ for Alastor.

After all, apart from that calm and mad chef who can hit you or kill you at will, who else in this godforsaken place would dare to mess with the infamous Broadcast Demon?

Hesker thought so.

Wendigo, who had been standing still, simply frowned.

With an ambiguous expression, he reached out to touch the overly rough and ferocious claw mark, but the moment he touched it, he immediately pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

Perhaps because of the pain and humiliation, the sinner lord gritted his teeth and casually waved his hand across his slightly disheveled neck... and a red "fig leaf" appeared immediately, like an illusion.

The devil, pretending to be completely indifferent, had his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

He coughed lightly a few times, and then, from straightening his collar to adjusting his one-way mirror, he completed a series of meticulous and respectable movements in a smooth and effortless manner.

Hesker had intended to hide away and laugh his head off.

It was like a satisfying revenge after being bullied by that bastard Alastor for so long.

Since he had known Alastor, the man before him, hailed as one of the most powerful lords of the Pride Ring, had never shown such a "pathetic" appearance.

Regardless of what Alastor thinks...

But Hessker felt as if he had grasped the radio demon's perverse pleasure in watching others suffer.

"What happened? My dear, laid-back bartender?"

"Do you want me to gouge your eyes out and take a good look?"

"Or... do you want me to assign you some work to do?"

Just as Hesk covered his mouth, about to laugh, the eerie voice of the broadcasting demon came from behind him.

The large cat, terrified, its fur standing on end, narrowed its eyes and instinctively turned to look at the Sinner Lord, who had just been in Shirley's room—

Then, she met his eternally unchanging blood-red smile.

The devil's yellow teeth emitted a terrifying and foul stench of swamp decay; it made Hesk wonder how their inn's chef, who always cooked the most delicious food, could tolerate the smell emanating from Alastor.

The unpleasant smell, combined with the odor of an elderly person who doesn't even want to use a cell phone... what kind of torment do their inn's chefs usually go through?

During the brief few seconds he was being watched by the broadcasting demon, Hesker muttered these thoughts to himself while trying his best to suppress the pleasure and excitement on his face.

"Uh... I mean, where's the Hell Princess we messed things up with?"

Hesk, trying to change the subject, nimbly moved from in front of Wendigo to next to Vicky, whose face was full of sorrow and worry.

"..."

"She went to find ■■■, she was so anxious, like she'd seen a ghost."

Angel, with a hint of complaint in his voice, leaned against the wall, propping his chin up with his hand.

After seeing Hesk leave Alastor's side, the Spider Sinner, who always mocked Alastor, frowned for the first time and walked up to the Sinner Lord.

He bent down slightly and poked Alastor's chest a few times with his own hand.

As the Spider Sinner moved with no sense of boundaries, a burst of intense and chaotic electrical static immediately erupted from the stiff, broadcasting demon's voice.

"That weird, red-haired, perverted pimp, without a doubt, in this stupid place full of lame bitches, is definitely a top-notch woman."

Angel brought his face close to the sinner lord, whose entire city seemed to be leaning backward, and lowered his voice threateningly.

When Wendigo heard the Spider Sinner say that ■■■ was a good woman, he seemed to find it amusing, and his eyebrows inadvertently twitched upwards.

"Oh...please forgive me."

Am I being threatened by a porn star?

The sinner lord arrogantly retorted.

"...Fuck you, Alastor!"

Seeing that Alastor was acting as if it had nothing to do with him, Angel, who immediately got angry, deliberately shouted at him in a loud voice.

"Listen up, great innkeeper daddy! If you ever hurt her... you'd better pray from now on!"

"I'll appear beside you in the way you fear most, and then I'll teach you a lesson... you bitch!"

Angel, who seemed completely unafraid of the sinner lord, made a suggestive gesture to the male demon in front of him with a look of disgust. Then, he provocatively gave him three perfectly standard middle fingers with his other three hands and waved them up and down.

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Alastor: "..."