Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 272 Broadcasting Never Dies - S01E07

In fact, Rosie showed that surprised expression when you said you weren't feeling well.

It seems like concern, but this concern doesn't seem to be pure concern.

When this beautiful woman gets closer, your eyes widen, and even your usually fast-paced brain pauses for a moment.

"What's wrong, you poor thing? Or rather—just as that old man said, you sometimes show this adorably silly expression~"

The ogre lord raised his eyebrows and gently pinched the Eastern sinner's cheek.

But since you weren't particularly close before, Rosie's little gesture was more like a witty and affectionate elder's doting gesture.

"And... alright, alright! Now I know what you really want, you little thing." She turned around lightly and smoothly, tilting her head and waving at you in the air.

"'Let that cute little girl enjoy the benefits, and if anything goes wrong, she can come to you,' that's what you mean, right?"

"A simple case of spoiling! You can tell Aunt Rosie anything directly, but at least don't apologize three or four times for the same thing, right? Do you think I'm an overly well-mannered girl?"

The ogre lord, who had hit the nail on the head, nimbly picked up the "Interstellar Broadcaster" VIP card from the table, then lifted the hem of his skirt and came to you, gently tapping the tip of your nose with the corner of the card.

You watched her open her mouth, unsure of what to say in response.

You didn't expect Rosie to simplify the meaning of your words and then throw it back at you so bluntly.

What exactly did she mean?

Is this frankness simply a gesture of goodwill, or... does it mean I don't like your roundabout way of putting it?

"I must say, my dear, I love your gift! Especially this one."

Seemingly unaware of the uproar her words had stirred in others' minds, the cannibalistic woman nimbly picked up the box containing eight thousand corpses, her dark eyes curving into two crescent moons.

"But perhaps being polite is a good thing? It's quite a pleasure to have two lovely ladies like you visit my territory today... Oh, my Lucifer, what am I saying? Being polite is certainly a good thing!"

"Who would think it's a good thing to discipline a child who's always causing trouble?"

Rosie rambled on elegantly as she put the tin box you gave her into the guest room cabinet.

You like her behavior.

Westerners usually open gifts in front of the giver, and the Western devil is no exception.

However, if a well-mannered, high-ranking sinner lord puts away a gift in front of you... then at least it proves that the other party doesn't dislike it enough to return it or show disgust in front of you.

"However, I must say, I was just chatting with my friend earlier, and that lady was very curious as to why the Interstellar Broadcaster would choose to cooperate with a sinner lord like Old Alastor?"

"After all, isn't that Sensation, the one everyone calls the Arrogant Ring's... well, a rising star? The darling of the Ring? Or some sensational little guy?"

The cannibal lord, who had been reciting several slang terms from the United States in the 1960s, tapped his chin with his pointed finger, revealing a serious expression that said, "Don't bother me, I'm remembering."

"But what can I say? I've never understood the young people's ways! Haha~ But choosing old Alastor is indeed surprising, after all, most sinners these days are more eager to kiss 3V's ass, am I right?... Or am I right??"

Rosie first let out a slightly exaggerated laugh, and then said this in a sly and meaningful way.

"So? You also think radio will disappear?"

"..."

"Do not."

"Broadcasting will never die."

You put your hands behind your back, and your expression suddenly looks a bit serious.

Upon hearing Rosie's slightly surprised "Oh?", the Eastern Sinner opened his mouth, exhaled, and seemed to be thinking about something.

“Under the condition that I would never protect Alastor… first of all,” the expressionless dragon girl extended her right index finger, then opened her palm and flattened it, “broadcasting is the best application scenario for ‘single transmission and multiple reception’ in electromagnetic wave propagation.”

"..."

"So now we're discussing (We...What Now)?"

Rosie, who seemed to have misunderstood the technical term, uttered a short question.

It's exactly the same reaction someone has when they're told they're asexual.

"I'm sorry... but simply put, there are hard conditions for radio never to die."

Seeing that Rosie seemed a little confused for a moment, you let out a low laugh to ease the awkward atmosphere, "Compared to television and the internet... or any, any high technology, radio has enormous advantages."

"The idea that broadcasting will eventually be squeezed out and disappear due to the increasing availability of high technology is actually a manifestation of a lack of knowledge and stupidity."

"Because the broadcasting demon is not here now, you can speak the truth without worrying that any demon will be smug about what you are about to say," you said calmly.

...But it's clear you've started to disregard the life or death of another sinner lord.

"So first, we need to know that broadcasting uses the radio spectrum and can cover a large area with very low energy consumption through a single transmission tower."

"Broadcasting doesn't require a reception confirmation mechanism, unlike the internet which needs to establish a connection every time..."

"Therefore, it has overwhelming efficiency in scenarios involving large-scale, high-speed, and simultaneous broadcasting, which is far beyond the reach of modern high-tech technologies that appear powerful but are actually just as fragile."

You look at Rosie in front of you, speaking clearly, trying to explain to her in detail why broadcasting will not disappear... you could even say that the existence of broadcasting itself is great (but without implying that the broadcasting demon is great).

"To do business in the Pride Ring, one must be a shrewd businessman..."

"Compared to expensive, trendy, and troublesome high-tech solutions, a single FM radio tower can cover a range of tens or even hundreds of kilometers with power ranging from tens to thousands of watts!"

"This is almost zero marginal cost to spread information to thousands of sinners and demons."

“Broadcasting does not rely on complex network protocols, servers, or various hardware and software systems. As long as the power supply and transmission tower are still there, broadcasting can continue.”

"..."

Perhaps because you saw Rosie simply and lightly wink at you, you began to believe that maybe this lady didn't fully understand what you were saying, but was just politely indicating that she was listening...

So you decide to change to a more understandable way that makes people quickly realize that 'broadcasting will not disappear, and it is even impossible for it to be replaced'.

"...Ah, okay—so, what I mean is, besides being simple and efficient in terms of occurrence conditions, broadcasting is also extremely resilient to disasters."

The dragon girl gestured in the air with her hand, "You see, high-frequency broadcasts, such as shortwave, can travel around the earth and are completely unaffected by ground disasters."

"Therefore, whether it is wartime, or earthquakes and floods, when the seemingly invincible Internet is interrupted, and even national networks are down, broadcasting becomes the last channel of information."

"Because in this high-tech era, even without the internet, you can receive information as long as you have an old-fashioned radio and a battery."

"This technology was discovered in 1864, an era you will surely be familiar with, and finally, it uttered its first 'cry' on Christmas Day in 1906, announcing the first dawn of human imagination being controlled by sound." At this point, you paused slightly, your eyes revealing a kind of pure respect and admiration for the human species.

"Without a doubt, radio is a miracle of mankind."

"You see, broadcasting is the lowest physical layer of communication technology that can operate. In some ways, broadcasting is the ancestor of all high technology."

"But it is both noble and not noble, because the threshold for its audience selection is ridiculously low. However, it is precisely because its upper and lower limits are both extremely excellent that it is inclusive and all-encompassing."

"Its audience doesn't need identity verification, account systems, or computational logic, such as the apps or browsers that young people like... It doesn't need any of those!"

"Its equipment has a simple structure, extremely low power consumption, and very low maintenance costs; a single battery can power it for many years!"

As you said this, you looked at Rosie in front of you, and your tone gradually became excited, like a child who was overjoyed because he had chosen something good.

“You know what? The high technology of the Arrogance Ring seems to look down on broadcasting, even thinking that ‘broadcasting is dead’... But that’s not the case at all!”

"Because even in modern times, the spectrum of broadcasting still has 'finite scarcity,' and it cannot be physically replaced infinitely!"

"The radio spectrum is a natural resource. Different frequency bands correspond to different penetration capabilities and propagation ranges, and—the various frequency bands used for broadcasting have even more stable atmospheric propagation performance than airplanes!"

"Such extraordinary frequency bands cannot be allocated indefinitely for internet communication."

“Military, civilian, meteorological, aviation... all these things rely on these frequency bands. Broadcasting’s use of the spectrum is reasonable and irreplaceable.”

"And this simplicity, yet incomparably noble and powerful... is something that no high technology can destroy."

"...So, do you understand?"

"High technology is always iterating."

"TVs, computers, laptops, mobile phones, multi-functional smartwatches, AI... Thick screens? Thin screens? Air screens? Projectors? Faster response times? Ability to handle more tasks? These things, based on countless precise yet fragile components, are bound to be updated and replaced very quickly."

"But even if all these things disappear, perhaps something even more powerful will emerge... an AI demon that will replace 3V in the future?"

"Perhaps this AI demon can do all the work of the three sinners, and do it faster and better—because the high-tech swimming pool is full of waves, and the monsters underwater will only become more ferocious than the last."

"But do you know, even so, radio was able to stand the last in this horrific scorched earth."

"Because, my dear lady..."

"Broadcasting may not have the last laugh."

"But what about the so-called broadcast—"

"He will definitely have the most time to prepare, and he will definitely become the behind-the-scenes king who laughs the longest."

"Its life, in the long history of humankind, will surely be more brilliant and more solid than any so-called 'high technology,' just like a romantic and beautiful superstar."

"Because...at the moment of birth—"

"The extraordinary nature of broadcasting was already destined."

……

You, completely oblivious to your surroundings, launched into an extremely grand defense of the very existence of "broadcasting."

You were even quite pleased with your own explanation, just as you were genuinely pleased with choosing the Broadcast Demon as your partner.

You are not satisfied with him, this demon.

Although you were extremely satisfied with him before, not only because he was smart, but also because his intelligence was charming...

Okay, but at least now you've become the one who's very dissatisfied.

"...Oh~ my sweetheart..."

"If Alastor heard this professional and delightful speech, he would definitely record it and broadcast it on his channel 24 hours a day!"

After you finished your selfless praise, Rosie, who had somehow returned to her chair, propped her chin up and looked at you with a playful expression.

"..."

"...What...!" Upon hearing the ogre lord's words, you immediately widened your eyes, your face showing an expression as if you had swallowed a fly.

"Haha...you must have misunderstood. These words were absolutely not meant to praise that...that sinner lord. What does it have to do with him..."

You paused for a moment.

Because broadcasting is indeed related to the broadcasting demon.

...Because this guy is called the Broadcast Demon!

Radio Demon!?

Even so, you still try to explain; even though the corners of your mouth are twitching violently at this moment.

"...But I must clarify that my words are only to praise the medium of broadcasting, not to deliberately praise any particular person or demon."

After uttering a few monosyllables, you finally made a serious declaration to the female demon before you.

The dragon girl was looking at the ogre lord in front of her with a serious and extremely confused expression.

Her tail swayed back and forth with an anxious and uneasy pace, like a large cat whose back had been stroked against its fur.

“Oh…but my dear, old Alastor is the embodiment of ‘The Radio’! Though he doesn’t care about such things…but I think what you’re saying might be the most inhuman thing he’s heard since he went to hell, but it would also be the most pleasing compliment he could hear!”

In response to your clarification, the talkative Rosie let out a few pleasant chuckles.

Her voice had a distinct intonation and a clear gossipy nature.

"You know, most of the guys in the Pride Ring either fear him, flatter him, are infatuated with him, or hate him... Of course, there are also some who harbor unrealistic fantasies about him—"

"So, your professional yet somewhat incomprehensible 'approval' might be considered the most appropriate 'flirting' or even 'sweet talk' for this particularly charming gentleman, right?"

"Sweetheart, what a sweet tongue you have! Look at what you just said! How insightful, how charming, how capable of shattering the prejudices of an era! It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call your speech a truly inspiring speech, would it?"

"So... if I were the radio demon—after hearing these words, I think I might even fall in love with you!"

"So, what does a young girl who can so easily make such a statement mean to this old man?"

"Oh, I can't help but wonder if you're more than just a confidant to that radio guy who doesn't cling to one prey forever?"

Rosie covered her mouth with her hand, then let out a few exaggerated laughs that were clearly mocking.

"..."

"……What!?"

You blurted out in disbelief.

To be honest, you feel that your normal conversation with Rosie has been completely destroyed by this terrifying speculation (specifically, the praise of the radio demon)!

'Does this statement conform to the laws of hell?!'

This devastating statement flashed through the Dragon Girl's mind.

Her usually expressionless face now looked slightly terrified.

The feeling was as if she had learned some unbelievable news, leaving her completely blank.

The mane and black scales on the Eastern Sinner's long tail stood on end, and she shrugged her shoulders like an overly frightened owl.

Her already pale face looked as if all the color had been sucked away; this gave her a tired and pitiful, almost comical, appearance throughout the city.