Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 92 Vox: ? Isn't writing the plot like this illegal?

"...Don't fight him yet, we have more important things to do."

Because you were worried that Alastor might really lose his temper and start fighting with Vox, you leaned closer to Wendigo, who was about your age, and said this in your usual indifferent tone.

You didn't notice that your shadow had somehow climbed onto his body.

In your Astral Initiation form, you can essentially be considered a fluid. Unlike your normal state, in Astral Initiation, you cannot fully control this body composed of shadows.

This body's emotions are harder to control than your tail in its normal state.

Because you're in a hurry to take Alastor away, and he's the closest person you know outside, your body is able to better reflect your emotional biases and "dependence" than your original form.

...It's just that you yourself are not aware of this; you still think of yourself as that aloof and reserved little dragon.

"..."

Although angry at Vox's rude behavior, Alastor, who was able to control his emotions, was still able to figure out who the demon who had approached him was.

Strangely, when he turned his terrifying face and saw the dull-witted demon queen wearing dragon bones, the broadcast demon suddenly felt his anger deflate like a balloon that had been punctured.

Instead, there is a sense of absurdity at the younger generation's comical behavior and an urge to genuinely laugh.

Alastor: "..."

What an audacious little thing.

Alastor was confident that ■■■ would never harm him, and ■■■ also seemed confident that the Broadcast Demon would never lay a hand on him... even if pushed to the brink.

Unaware of the terrifying demon lord he had just stopped, the sinner from the East was now subconsciously lowering his head, seemingly trying to put on a serious or angry expression.

Before you could even react, Alastor, who had just seemed ready to fight Vox to the bitter end, had already returned to his original form.

He maintained his earlier smile and casually straightened his suit.

He gave you a nonchalant look that said, "I'll just watch from here."

It was obvious that ■■■ hadn't expected the broadcast demon to be so obedient. The enormous demon sat nestled next to the sinner lord for quite a while, like some kind of sluggish canine.

"What, are you surprised? I'm a true gentleman, how could I possibly fight with an arrogant idiot?"

Holding his staff in both hands, Alastor, who seemed not to resemble the enraged demon he had just witnessed, tilted his head and spoke to you in a playful and matter-of-fact tone.

"...You'd better be this..."

You muttered to yourself as you started pulling Alastor closer to you with your tail, afraid that Vox would attack again and blow him up.

This time, however, Alastor didn't let your tail touch him; instead, he walked towards you on his own.

"Hmph, a true gentleman? I think you're more like a dog collared by the stars! I never thought the once 'infamous' broadcast demon would be driven by someone! You truly are the most worthless piece of trash among the sinner lords, all show and no substance..."

"You're really asking for trouble, aren't you?"

After Vox triumphantly fell from the sky, you, finally unable to bear it any longer, approached him.

Because of the change in your emotions, the clouds around you begin to stir, and the originally mysterious and eerie blue-purple color begins to develop into an even more terrifying concentration.

"Oh! Ha! That's not quite right, my dearest stars."

When facing you, Vox didn't seem as aggressive and rude as he had been with Alastor.

He first gave a vicious look to the radio demon behind you, who was blowing his nails, had a smug look on his face, and seemed nonchalant, before turning to you with a forced smile.

It's clear that Alastor's presence makes Vox very uneasy, but when facing you, the president can still change his expression at lightning speed.

As expected of a big merchant in the Pride Ring, he really knows how to read the room and cater to different tastes.

"Listen to me, O Stars, why waste your energy cooperating with a scoundrel who has been forgotten by time? Although I don't know what method that damned Alastor used to deceive you, he is now all alone and has no supporters!"

Although the words were harsh, some of what he said was indeed true. Vox closed his eyes, looking exaggeratedly heartbroken, seemingly unconcerned about your veiled threat, "If you don't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences."

"Besides, he disappeared without warning for seven years. Are you really comfortable cooperating with someone who's elusive and now utterly useless? It's a waste of your current status!"

He closed one eye as if he were determined to win you over, as if he were about to give you a flirty look.

you:"……"

Alastor and Vox were really picking the worst things to say when they were insulting each other. If language were knives, they would have stabbed each other with big holes and small holes by now.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye at Wendigo, who was frowning but remained silent.

Although he didn't show it, you could feel his mouth and eyes twitching rhythmically.

“Whatever Alastor promised you, I can give you three times or more of it! If you agree to cooperate with Vox Technology, I can guarantee that all of 3V’s resources will be directed towards you, and I will also immediately develop a new product line for you!”

Vox, who seemed completely unconcerned about what you were saying, spoke with an air of arrogance and wealth. His nonchalant manner reminded you of when you were doing business with Alastor earlier.

Only those who have a lot of cards up their sleeve and know that these are what the other party needs dare to talk business like this.

When you have the upper hand, you can lay out all your advantages in front of a trading partner you care about, and whether they choose to take your place is up to them.

But given your character, can you trust Vox as much as you trust yourself? It seems the other party even has a bad relationship with your external brain. What if you agree to cooperate with Vox, and your external brain runs away or falls out with you?

That won't do. Your external brain is a very precious and unique intelligent person, one of a kind in hell. Money can be earned again, but once the external brain is gone, it's truly gone.

“…Mr. Vox, I think you’ve got one thing completely wrong.”

Unable to resist interrupting the other person's endless chatter, you turned your dragon-bone head directly towards Vox, and a subconscious, threatening, muffled growl came from your throat.

"First of all, I've always been on the side of the broadcasting devil, and you've been insulting my partner from the very beginning... and I hope you can leave here before I really lose my temper."

"Otherwise, when the fight breaks out later, you might not gain any advantage at all."

You reached out your paw and gently tapped the other's blue, square head.

The Eastern sinner, baring its sharp claws, looked somewhat like a giant guard dog.

Although Alastor was just surprised by your emphasis on your position, he now feels as if all his anger has dissipated.

He used to face these childish rumors alone, and he didn't pay much attention to what others said, since these things were both stupid and meaningless to him.

But he seems to have never experienced being actively favored in hell.

The other party even gave up what he needed most at the moment, since he currently had nothing but strength, and then stood firmly by his side.

—In this dog shit hell where no one is acting in their own self-interest, there is only the possibility that they are harboring malicious intentions.

...It was a strange and novel experience.

Alastor put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and squinted.

"Oh...oh...haha! You're actually going to help this guy!? So you mean you're going to side with him, right?! How despicable!"

Perhaps because he finally discovered your unreserved bias towards Alastor, Vox, who had just been behaving politely, froze for a moment in disbelief, before angrily sticking out his middle finger at you as if he were starting to ramble.

"Then you can call someone over, aren't you the Pride Ring 3V?"

As if suddenly understanding why Alastor didn't like getting entangled with Vox, you naturally straightened your massive body and stared at the now petite heretic sinner.

At this moment, the other party is so angry that they are jumping up and down and have no time to pay attention to your childish remarks.

Vox's childishness and irritability after meeting Alastor are a stark contrast to the confident and composed demeanor he displays in television interviews.

"I...I...Go to hell! I'm not putting up with this nonsense!"

After hurling a few curses at you, Vox, who seemed to have lost all his intelligence, looked like he just wanted to leave this godforsaken place.

But you feel like he's a kid who's been bullied by two older classmates and is making a fuss about leaving.

After seeing the appearance of the Stars of Astral Revelation, he hurriedly appeared at SFDD, but failed to fight Alastor and even seemed to have a falling out with the Stars of Astral Revelation... You should pity this alien demon who crashes his game whenever he sees Alastor.

Upon seeing his boss about to leave, the driver, who had been pitifully huddled to the side watching, immediately ran to the driver's seat after Vox slammed the car door shut.

Once the car had driven some distance, you saw Vox suddenly open his high-tech car window and arrogantly give the middle finger to Alastor next to you.

"You idiot Alastor!!! One day, the Stars Will Be Mine! You just wait and see!!"

"..."

"enough."

Before Alastor could emit a whirring, disgruntled sound, his clearly barely contained anger interrupted his train of thought.

Before the old gentleman, who was too lazy to bother with a certain heretic sinner, could react, the "Stars' Personal Invitation" beside him charged out like some kind of ferocious beast.

As she charged forward, the Eastern Sinner's indescribable body swelled up, making her look like a jet-powered jellyfish.

■■■ He simply used brute force to smash Vox's car into the air.

Alastor's eyes widened.

He never imagined that one day he would see that Eastern sinner, who could single-handedly turn battles into works of art, use such a brutal method to inflict... uh, harm on someone.

While Alastor was leisurely contemplating trivial matters, a furious "Fuck!" and a series of screams erupted, and Vox's limousine immediately tumbled down the ramp of the Arrogant Ring Road like a rolling wheel.

But you guess that powerful CEO should be alright, you just hope he enjoyed this rare car accident experience... I wonder what Vox will vomit up? Will it be wires and circuit boards or something like that?

When you beat him up last time, you noticed that his tongue was blue when he was yelling. It was beautiful and amazing. I wonder if he drools.

After thinking about a bunch of random things, you leisurely flew back to Alastor's side, acting as if nothing had just happened.

Because ■■■ always wore a huge dragon head skull, the round eye sockets of the white bone made her look a bit dull.

"...Hmph? What? Didn't you have a lot of things to do? So, does that mean knocking that clown away was one of them?"

Alastor, with a hint of amusement in his voice, glanced at you, who were sitting obediently beside him.

"Just like that, you knock your potential business partner flying... Do you think that's okay?"

"..."

"It wasn't originally, but it was when he spoke rudely to you."

Knowing that the other party didn't care about any of this and just wanted to see his attitude, the Eastern Sinner scratched his bony mouth like an animal, his tone calm and indifferent.

“They’ve already said he’s a potential partner, which proves he’s not like you. He’s not someone I need to win over.”

Alastor: "..."

Alastor: "That's truly an honor... Perhaps I should now call you 'Dear Miss Stars'?"

Suddenly, without warning, Alastor bowed to you. He looked up, and the smile on the Broadcast Demon's face made his behavior at this moment seem somewhat strange.

"...Suit yourself, but try not to add 'Miss' or 'Sir.' Didn't we agree before not to reveal my identity...?"

Knowing that the other party was obviously doing it on purpose, you can't roll your eyes; you can only let out a burst of burning anger from your own skull.

"The right choice, my little stars."

As if praising your caution, Alastor adjusted the position of his one-way mirror before lightly tapping your head with his cane.

The microphone thudded twice on your head, and the broadcasting demon stretched its terrifying red head to your side, teasing you in a dog-training tone: "Good girl."

you:"…… ?"