Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 51 Sharks——by i○ge dragon

Electric guitar, a rough and flamboyant laugh, and blood-red smoke.

You sit quietly in your seat and watch SFDD cause mischief around the huge marine tank.

But you soon realize that the smoke has a noticeable hallucinogenic effect, and this hallucination is targeted—it's directed at you.

It's not surprising at all... and, is this smoke the power of some sinner?

Because the opponent's red smoke could somehow affect you, who were almost invincible, you finally became a little interested, propping your head up with a playful expression.

To be honest, the hallucinogenic effect is much better directed at you than at the people around you.

If the fog is aimed at you, it's basically ineffective. But if the fog affects a lesser demon without special abilities, or even someone like Viya whose current strength is unknown—

Hehe, what are you talking about? Of course you can protect them with ease.

Without changing your expression, you propped your chin up with your hand.

These things are just a matter of stance or a snap of the fingers for you.

In fact, the ordinary force field you activated today would have been enough to protect them from this fog.

However, these red fogs are quite boundless. Although they may be blocked from your viewpoint, you can still see them shifting unpredictably in your field of vision.

"Trouble."

Trouble is brewing.

"Blood is in the rocky waters."

Blood mingled in the waters riddled with reefs.

As a deep, husky male voice rang out, the surrounding red mist gradually transformed into a wave crashing against your position.

From your perspective, you can see that the members of IMP and Viya are all sitting in their original seats, listening to the song coming from deep in the fog.

Seeing that they were all normal, you calmly lowered your head and looked at the surging smoke at your feet.

"Hide away your sons and daughters."

Hide your children tightly.

"Eat you alive. (Eat you alive)"

And you, with nowhere to hide, will be devoured alive.

"Levels (Levels)"

You are already in dire straits.

The surrounding tides changed accordingly.

They transformed into blurry figures whose faces you couldn't see clearly, and these figures quickly transformed into giant waves that reached straight to the ceiling, assuming a screaming expression.

Its momentum is overwhelming, determined to engulf you.

But the smoke dissipates and scatters the moment it hits your position, utterly defeated.

“Better put your head on swivels (Swivels)”

You'd better stay alert at all times.

“Dancing with the very devil (Devil)”

Dancing with the devil.

"Butter to knife (Butter to knife)"

Once the butter is applied, the feast is about to begin.

The red smoke that was originally at your feet gradually coalesced into a human shape as the music was about to reach its climax. You, who were sitting in the same spot without moving, soon realized that the smoke had transformed into your appearance.

You can't see your facial features formed by the red smoke, but you can tell that the other person is looking at you with a malicious and furious expression.

He stood still, doing nothing, just like you, always looking down at your enemies from your high vantage point.

Red smoke drifted from the hem of his robe, giving him a somewhat ethereal and otherworldly beauty, yet also an eerie and oppressive one.

"You think you're better than them."

You consider yourself outstanding and superior to others.

"Better than them."

A cut above the rest.

"You think they're really your friends."

You define what constitutes a true friend.

"Really your friends."

I intend to weather the storm with them.

As the lyrics changed, the red smoke surrounding you suddenly condensed into the demons of the inn.

Shirley, Vicky, Angel, Alastor, Hesker, Nifferty, Pantheon.

There were even images of Viya, Billies, Moses, and Millie formed from red smoke.

Does that mean the singer is digging into your subconscious?

Looking at the scene before you and listening to the lyrics sung by the singer, you seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what the red smoke was up to. You turned cold and looked at it from left to right.

"But when it comes to the end."

It can happen at the last minute.

"To the end."

to the end.

"You're just the same as them."

You went along with them.

"Same as them (Ha ha ha ha ha)."

There's no difference.

As the mocking laughter subsided, the red smoke that constituted "you" suddenly swelled up, then reached out and crushed all the demons in front of you!

As the smoke in front of you dissipated, your expression finally changed noticeably. You opened your mouth, but for a moment you couldn't utter a word.

You look at the indistinct features of "yourself" before you, whose smile carries an especially strong sense of mockery, and your lips twitch uncontrollably.

"So let it go, let it go!"

Just let go! Let go!

"That's the way that it goes!"

That's the truth!

"First you're in, then you're out!"

You've turned your back on me so cruelly!

"Everybody knows!"

Everyone knows this!

"You're hot, then you're cold."

You're hot and cold.

"You're a light in the dark."

Like a light that flickers uncertainly in the dark.

"Just you wait and you'll see."

Just wait and see, the outcome is already decided.

"That you're swimming with sharks."

You are destined to swim with sharks (i.e., dance with wolves).

After crushing the red smoke of the other demons in front of him, the enormous you immediately went mad, clutching your own head and laughing maniacally.

At that very moment, another enormous shadow suddenly rose behind "your" red smoke.

You can't make out who the other person is from the blurry outline of this huge shadow, but you are still surprised by this inexplicable stranger.

You've figured out that this strange illusion constructs a dream world based on what's in your consciousness. Although the fog can't cause you any real harm, the stranger who's appeared behind you right now is baffling.

...What does this mean? Is it implying something?

Although it may seem absurd and a bit like worrying about nothing... could the shadow behind you that you've never seen before possibly be related to why you're going to hell?

Otherwise, why would you see such a shadow in a fantasy formed by your own subconscious?

After all, your memory is incomplete now, but your subconscious may still retain some evidence.

Start with the "subconscious".

This is a direction you've never considered.

You've considered the possibility that the shadow was created by the person who sang to you, but you're confident you won't be affected by any psychological attacks.

This song, which resonates with everyone and rushes towards you, is not over yet.

Perhaps because your attention was entirely focused on the red smoke in front of you, you didn't notice that your complexion had changed.

"He's ing to get you (chicka-woo-woo)."

You are being closely watched; you've become the prey.

"He's ing to get you, get (chicka-woo)."

Struggling is nothing more than a cornered beast fighting for its life.

“Bubbles.”

Bubbles appear one after another.

"Drowning, you seeing doubles."

It will surface after you drown.

"Don't you let them see your struggles."

Don't show the slightest sign of struggling.

Hiding your tears.

Please try your best to cover up any cuts or scratches.

“Crisis.”

There are dangers everywhere.

“Take advantage of your niceness.”

Gently guide and use your goodwill.

“Cut you up in even slices.”

I will meticulously slice you into even, thin slices.

"Prey on your fears."

You're indulging in a feast, but the taste of fear is just too good for you.

"You think you're better than them."

You consider yourself outstanding and superior to others.

"Better than them (You think you're better)..."

Superior...

"Snapped--!"

Just as you were trying to see what the huge shadow behind you would eventually take, a loud thud as a plate was swept to the ground jolted you out of your reverie.

The Eastern Sinner looked at the shattered plate on the ground with some surprise, and the fluffy ears that had been hanging on the side of her face twitched slightly.

Regardless of whether the emotions on her face before were genuine or not, at least this time the surprise on her face was real.

Before you could react, Billy, who had swept all the cutlery to the ground, grabbed your wrist forcefully, pushed the waiter aside, and dragged you out of the restaurant in one go.

Billies is so petite that you have to be extra careful to avoid being knocked to the ground by the little devil.

The scenery changes along the way, and the red smoke gently dissipates from your feet, scattering like birds and beasts.

In an instant, the world spun around, and the dimly lit restaurant was quickly swallowed up by the arrogant, scarlet street scene.

The hotel's damp, cold air conditioning, filled with cheap food, was replaced by an arrogant, foul stench.

But soon, your nose, which is always sensitive, caught a whiff of Billies's scent.

It is the smell of gunpowder and the smell of human life.

"Hey! Hey! Are you fucking okay?"

Billy, who seemed to be about to slap you, thought for a moment and then grabbed the dragon horns on your head instead.

……

However, you strongly suspect that he grabbed your dragon horns because he had wanted to try it for a long time.

"Damn it! What did that shop do to you?! You don't look like the kind of person who would be bewitched by that stuff! Girl! Wake up! Get your act together!"

As the first demon to notice something was wrong with you, Billiz's expression, a mixture of worry and anger, seemed genuine, which touched you deeply...

But you still wish the other person would take their hand off your ear.