Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 87 Baby, you are a giant black ray wonton wrapper

...Okay, okay, okay, I'll play this trick on you, huh?

Seeing Alastor, who had turned into a victim in an instant, you felt a wave of dizziness.

His statement made it sound like you bullied him—while it's true you have the power to bully him, you only made him take the blame, and he didn't need to speak like that... uh, in that tone?

You disgustedly withdrew your hand from the obviously malicious broadcasting devil's grasp, your lips twitching uncontrollably.

"...What? ■■■, you...you attacked Alastor?"

Shirley, who immediately realized what Alastor meant by his statement, stared at you with wide eyes.

Although the words "you lay a hand on me" may sound light, if you actually lay a hand on me, Alastor could be at risk of death!

"Didn't she say before that the two of them had a little disagreement?"

After convincing himself that the two of you hadn't made any deal, the big cat sinner, with a sour face, stood at the door and said in a somewhat gloating tone.

You're probably guessing it's because Hesk gets happy whenever he sees Alastor get his comeuppance.

"Oh, so just because you two had a disagreement, you actually brought the entire Pride Ring to a standstill... Damn it!"

Before Vicky could utter the word "power outage," the Pride Ring suddenly lit up without any regard for her feelings.

...It must be said that the demon in charge of the Arrogance Ring's electricity is quite hardworking.

You glanced at Vicky, who was impatiently rubbing her temples with her fingers, and silently thought to yourself.

The contrast between the expressions of the Eastern Sinner and the Broadcast Demon is striking: one is earnestly saying, "I am guilty, please don't judge me," while the other is saying, "It is an honor for the arrogant ring to lose power because of me."

So Vicky's glare quickly found a more focused target—she wouldn't believe Alastor's words anyway.

Who would get angry at a kind-hearted chef who always has a good attitude, regardless of whether it's their fault or not? Besides, she didn't believe that ■■■ would lay a hand on the demon in the inn.

"...Don't worry, Shirley, I only suppressed him a little...punished him. Otherwise, how could he be standing here perfectly fine?"

Knowing you had to explain things to Shirley, you said this in a helpless tone.

You took the opportunity to glare at Alastor, who looked completely indifferent.

“Ordinary suppression? Hmph~ I don’t think so, Miss Chef.”

Alastor, clearly retaliating for your earlier lie about him breaking your branches, doesn't seem to intend to let you off the hook.

The slender male demon, leaning on his cane, glanced at you with an ambiguous look, his tone still full of grievance.

you:"……"

That vindictive and annoying old man!

"...I understand. I'll be more careful not to treat you like that in the future."

Meeting Shirley's "piercing" gaze, you sighed, feeling as if you'd been hit by your own boomerang, and gave in without any room for negotiation.

"Hmph, I hope so."

Seeing the reaction of the sinner from the East, Alastor seemed satisfied with a soft hum.

……

Old Deng, you wait.

You glared at him again.

"Looks like even you can't escape being schemed against by this guy?"

After seeing your compromise, Hesk's gaze swept between the two of you with interest before leaving.

You responded to Hesker's teasing with a sigh.

Vicky, who had never trusted Alastor, wanted to say something, but was persuaded to leave by Shirley, who had already achieved her desired "happy ending," because she seemed to have more important things to do.

You vaguely heard Angel's name, but you had no idea what Shirley was planning to do.

After realizing there was no more excitement to be had, Hesker, Pantheon, and Nifedi quickly left your room.

While most people in Shanghai are interested in parts of your room's decor... aside from Neilty, no one seems particularly keen on spending time with Alastor.

After everything had scattered and you had used magic to repair the door that Vicky had knocked down, Alastor spoke lightly beside you.

"I hope Miss [Name] will be more careful next time—at least pay more attention to things other than transactions."

"After all, real life is also important, isn't it?"

The broadcasting demon will not miss any opportunity to mock others, even if the other party is his current business partner.

Upon hearing this, you, as the counterparty in the transaction, turned to face your "partner" with your ever-expressionless face.

But it seems like you don't have much to say to the other person, since that's just their personality.

Thinking this, the Eastern Sinner remained silent for a while before glancing at Alastor, who looked relaxed and nonchalant, with an unpleasant look, and said, "Instead of gloating over your partner, why don't you come with me to take care of some business first?"

"Oh, what is it? I think I would be happy to spend the rest of the time with a smart and beautiful woman."

Wendigo leaned on his cane, his tone light and cheerful, his emotions full of energy.

"...Of course it's our business. From now on, we need to make the most of every second."

As you watch Alastor relax as soon as the trade begins, you raise an eyebrow, sensing something is amiss.

"Oh……"

"Relax! Honey, being so tense in the early stages of starting a business can lead to frequent business trips..."

Before the broadcasting demon could finish speaking in a nonchalant tone with his eyes closed, a stream of ink suddenly enveloped the Eastern sinner before him.

Faced with the gradually expanding ■■■ under the flow of ink, the male demon, whose words had abruptly stopped, subconsciously widened his eyes slightly.

He didn't seem annoyed that ■■■ had interrupted his speech. Instead, he stared at the female demon in front of him with interest, who was making a fuss again, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Soon, your figure emerged from that dark power; but at this moment, the appearance of the Eastern Sinner was quite different from the one she had always presented.

The figure that reappeared in the flow of ink had grown to nearly four meters in size, so much so that Alastor would appear petite standing next to her—or rather, the current figure should be described as "He".

Because the current sexes are so indistinguishable that their gender is impossible to discern.

The Eastern Sinner's current outward appearance is clearly more like that of a hellish creature than she usually is.

Her head was replaced by a huge dragon-shaped skull, and Alastor could see every exposed tooth and its long, pale horns that looked like withered wood.

But the skull was directly connected to His dark, shadowy body, and beneath the skull was nothing.

His body looked exactly like he was simply wearing a black robe, but the body beneath that black robe seemed capable of taking any shape...

A long black tail with several barbs emerged from beneath your black robe.

The part of its tail that resembled a sickle, but was far more complex in shape, was now lazily dragging on the ground, only occasionally trembling slightly with its movements.

"Um……"

Gazing at the colossal object that nearly filled his entire field of vision, Alastor tilted his head, a hint of amusement in his voice: "So... this is the legendary 'Personal Announcement of the Stars'?"

"Why not?"

You retorted with a disgruntled retort, using your transformed voice that was completely unrecognizable as gender.

If it weren't for the fact that you don't have eyeballs in this form, you would definitely roll your eyes at him.

"Miss, you look like a giant..."

Alastor, who is accepting of your new form, seems to have said something to you.

But because your height is so "superior", you couldn't hear what Wendigo next to you was saying.

"……What did you say?"

In the "Stars' Personal Awakening" state, the ■■■ bowed down like a giant cloak that had come to life.

With a soft rustling sound, you brought your enormous dragon skull close to Alastor.

Since your current form has nothing to do with human shape, and you are bending over to listen to the demon's broadcast, you now look exactly like some strange, monstrous beast that has been tamed by the demon.

“I said, miss, you look like a giant ray right now.”

Seeing that you were deliberately listening, the Alastor man, who seemed to enjoy making things worse, was quite nice; he actually repeated that sentence to you again.

you:"……"

You, who look like a cloak come to life, stared at Alastor, who was clearly in a good mood, for a while with your dark, hollow eye sockets. A strange, wild panting sound came from your dragon-shaped skull.

"It's probably more like a wonton wrapper."

You raised your sharp claws as if to show off, and your black body immediately flipped and tumbled with your movement.

...But your unusual body structure actually makes you look more like a giant bat.

Before, when you became a celebrity guest, you were essentially just an ordinary person who planned to have dinner and casually threw on some clothes to go out.

Your purpose in becoming a celebrity's personal confidant is only a few things—others won't recognize you, won't know your specific gender, and you'll look like someone not to be trifled with.

While transformations aimed at these purposes may save you a lot of trouble, you haven't really taken a good look at how your outfit actually looks.

Right now, you might think you look like a black bed sheet, or a wonton... or even a ray.

Wow, after you made a deal with Alastor, it seems like your brain cells are dying off on a large scale, and you're forcing yourself to think of strange things to protect yourself!

You mentally applauded yourself.

The sinner from the East, now in the form of a constellation of stars, simply stood there, dumbfounded.

She looked like a strange statue, and it was impossible to know what she was thinking at that moment.

Since Alastor is a foreigner, he doesn't even know what a "wonton" is, so he decides to treat you as a talking ray.

"—So! Now may I know where Miss ■■■, who has become like this, plans to go with me?"

Seeing your sudden silence, the broadcaster abruptly ended the casual conversation with you, tilted his head dramatically in a devilish pose, and asked you in a high-pitched and excited tone.