PFC Chapter 86 Chain
Chapter 86 Chain
The instant your hand grasps Alastor's sharp claws, a terrifying and astonishing force erupts between you.
You see the broadcast demon, sensing the energy within you, widen its eyes, its face overflowing with excitement and joy.
Wendigo's smile expanded to a terrifying size you've never seen before.
Alastor's pupils are now encased in gold, similar in color to yours, and their shape has changed to resemble the pointer you remember.
His red eyes were smudged with black, and you could see the antlers on his head growing wildly at an extremely fast speed, their withered and terrifying branches resembling the fingers of a person burning to death trying to survive.
The glaring stitches pierced his smile and covered his body, while green voodoo symbols surged toward you with his overwhelming evil power.
—And when they made a deal with each other, a change appeared on ■■■ that the Broadcast Demon had never seen before.
Alastor, who had previously speculated about the immense power contained within the body of the Eastern sinner, first smelled the scent of the ocean.
He saw the black dragon scales on ■■■'s slender neck gradually cover her cheeks, and the once golden whites and pupils of the Eastern Sinner's eyes were covered by a pitch-black and ominous deathly silence.
Her jet-black hair danced wildly in the air like some kind of long snake, as if it had been provoked by something.
But what is most striking about you is that huge, moss-covered, rusty chain that seems to come from nowhere.
Alastor had glimpsed these chains on you much earlier, but back then, these invisible things that bound you were fleeting and not nearly as clear as they are today.
Chains appeared out of nowhere, rising from the ground to bind your limbs and neck, and forcefully pulled the sinner from the East downwards as you reached out to shake his hand.
They tightly bind your body, almost hatefully binding themselves to your flesh and blood.
The chains binding your freedom seem to be dragging you to a place deeper than hell, while the eerie black energy on your body, like an accomplice, has turned into a swamp.
At the same time, it even had the capacity to resist Alastor's trading alliance with an almost disdainful attitude.
The overwhelming, coercive force emanating from the chains was so palpable that even the Broadcast Demon could sense it. This strange constraint on you made Wendigo raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
But faced with these ancient iron chains that were dragging her down, the sinner from the East before her was completely indifferent, as if he had long been used to it all.
At this moment, the enigmatic female demon merely blinked, and the blackness on her body receded unwillingly like a receding tide.
As if he felt no pain, the sinner from the East impatiently raised his arm, and the thick iron chains binding the female demon made a muffled "crack" sound in dissatisfaction before slowly hanging down.
Alastor, who had been watching all this with amusement, twitched his brow slightly, because he saw that your limbs and neck, which were bound by chains, had been rubbed raw by the tightly fitted iron chains.
But just then, it felt as if a small, bright fire suddenly ignited in your chest.
Orange-red light overflows from your dragon horns.
Soon, the black scales on your face faded, and the wounds caused by the chains were quickly filled by the fire. The red at the ends of your hair was quickly burned away, and the ominous aura spreading over you was burned away.
When your eyes are once again covered by dazzling gold, the chains that restrict your movements have been burned as red as your horns.
You pursed your lips as if you were "subconsciously suppressing something," and then gripped Wendigo's hand tightly while wearing those incredibly heavy chains.
A scalding heat, completely different from the previous power, replaced the strange black power.
Only at this moment did ■■■ reach a deal with the broadcasting demon before him.
Your fire and light, embracing the evil power of Alastor, have turned your pitch-black room into daylight.
The two most terrifying demons in the inn reached a deal that would reshuffle the Pride Ring.
—In just a moment, a terrifying energy wave suddenly exploded outwards with unstoppable force, centered on you and Alastor!
Both your hair and Alastor's hair were whipped and tossed about by this terrifying energy.
It's clear that the two from Shanghai noticed each other's unique characteristics.
He noticed the chains that bound you.
You notice that there seems to be a strange cross on his forehead.
As expected, the entire Pride Ring was plunged into darkness in an instant under the impact of this power.
Therefore, the only shining light left was the radiance emanating from you and Alastor.
The loud noise of shattering glass was enough to attract the attention of all the demons. The "Jade Tree" rustled warily, and everything in your room trembled and shook because of this "unprecedented" transaction.
After the transaction, which relied on soul binding as a medium, ended, you and Alastor withdrew your hands almost simultaneously.
You withdrew your gaze from the broadcasting demon, as if nothing had happened, and glanced at your room with a rare hint of unease.
Although you still have to painstakingly clean up the broken glass on the floor, at least you used your strength to protect your furniture, otherwise you would probably be crying by now...
So focused on keeping your room tidy that you didn't notice Alastor's gaze fixed on you.
Clearly, the strange iron chains that appeared on your body have aroused great curiosity among some sinner lords.
But Wendigo figured he probably wouldn't get any answers from you, who always kept quiet, so he just rolled his eyes and asked in a teasing tone:
"Should we celebrate becoming business partners?"
After glancing at you as you disposed of the glass shards, the slender male demon, seemingly unconcerned that he had helped you cause the power outage in the Pride Ring, took another step closer to you.
Wendigo's gaze swept indifferently over the spot where the Eastern sinner had just been bound by chains.
Her neck was once again covered in black dragon scales, and her wrists were as smooth as ever—the beautiful yet disheveled bloodstains had disappeared.
"And I'm still very curious... why did you suddenly decide not to continue being that decadent giant who was willing to rot in the inn? I thought this kind of boring and mundane life was what you wanted."
The old gentleman spoke eloquently, then extended his sharp fingers toward the slender neck of the Eastern sinner.
It's strange, even though she's using the power of fire, her body temperature is so cold it's as if she just crawled out of an ice coffin.
The broadcast demon narrowed his eyes, his fingertips rubbing the spot on ■■■'s neck where the chains had scratched and bled.
The snake-scale-like touch carried an almost erotic yet not disgusting ambiguity and coldness. After ■■■ slapped his hand away, Alastor couldn't help but play a short, regretful sound effect.
"I just want to be able to help Shirley as much as possible. If I could own my own business, I should be able to help her even more."
You frowned, feeling that Alastor was becoming increasingly boundless, but your tone didn't reveal much dissatisfaction.
"Once my business is nearly successful, I can use my restaurant to attract sinners to move in."
"..."
"...You always manage to come up with a standard answer that's reasonable but also incredibly boring, darling."
Alastor, unsurprised by your answer, drooped his eyelids.
Wendigo sighed deeply at your constant sympathy for Shirley, as if expressing helplessness towards a willful child.
"But that's not all. I just want to make things easier when I go out, so that some clueless guys won't keep bothering me."
Looking at Alastor, who seemed to treat you like a child, a sense of resentment suddenly welled up inside you, and you were unusually candid for once.
"I'm the type to ignore biting bugs, but that doesn't mean I'll keep putting up with it... I'm just waiting for the right opportunity to tear every demon who has offended me to pieces, skin them alive, extract their souls to make oil, and grind their bones to dust."
"Congratulations to them. I hope those demons who once provoked me will have their eyes on guard while they sleep at night. But before that, I plan to take good care of an old friend who has his eyes on me and my friend."
Completely oblivious to the fact that the sinner from the East had uttered some terrible remarks, he let out a few low laughs.
Unlike most criminals whose smiles reveal their true nature, your smile always appears gentle and harmless.
...But this is also one of the scariest parts of you.
"Oh?"
Alastor, who rarely heard such remarks from you, let out a short but melodious monosyllabic sound with great interest, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Wendigo, who has always been quite interested in everything about you, clearly seems to want to ask you something more—but the door you're being banged on doesn't think so.
Before you could open the door from a distance, Vicky, who was so anxious that she started cursing in Spanish, rammed it open first.
For a moment, your expression went blank, and you immediately saw Shirley, who looked shocked and worried, and Vicky, who looked extremely angry... as well as Hesk, whose face was written all over his face with "What the hell are you doing?" and who looked extremely incredulous.
Pantheon stood at the door with Niffler in his hand. After finding that you seemed to be alright, he looked relieved and curiously peered into your room with sparkling eyes.
"*Spanish swear word* Damn freak! What did you do to ■■■?! (Spanish)"
Vicky, carrying a short spear, rushed to your side while speaking in her native language.
The enraged female demon looked like she was about to explode.
"Are you two alright? You two... uh..."
She seemed worried about you too, but Shirley, who trusted Alastor and Vicky more, asked you anxiously.
After all, when you first entered, you and Alastor were standing together looking very close, just like when you were in the inn... You even cleaned up the broken glass on the floor.
In addition, since your expression seemed no different from usual, Shirley wasn't particularly worried about anything between you and Alastor.
However, if someone heard Shirley use the word "intimate" to describe her relationship with Alastor... she would probably explode before Vicky could.
"What the hell is going on? You bastard, are you with her... I... fuck the hell...!"
Hesk, who was somewhat familiar with that power but not quite, looked absolutely furious.
He pointed incredulously back and forth between Alastor and you with his claws, but ultimately failed to utter the conclusion he had guessed.
"I only had a minor disagreement with our hotel manager, but it's been resolved now, so you don't need to worry too much."
Since you didn't intend for the demons in the inn to know about your deal with Alastor so soon, you quietly told them a harmless little lie to the demons who rushed over to check on you.
"...The possibility you were worried about didn't happen—or don't you think that the thing you were worried about was impossible?"
Because you knew that the people in the inn were aware of the gap between you and Alastor, you deliberately added this sentence.
Then?
Then, quite naturally, you heard the broadcast demon making an unpleasant "hissing" sound, but thankfully, he didn't expose you because of his displeasure.
After you personally stepped forward to "refute the rumors," the demons in the inn, who had just been looking at you with expressions of "Are you crazy? You actually made a deal with the broadcasting demon!" were all stunned for a moment.
But what you said is indeed correct.
Alastor poses absolutely no threat to you, and he doesn't have anything you want on him, so why would you make a deal with him? Do you think you'd just be playing around with him?
Xia Li didn't know what others would think, but that's what she thought.
Because they're all allies, and you're a cautious and clever demon, she figured that Alastor wouldn't harm you, and you wouldn't be harmed by Alastor either.
The little princess of hell, brimming with confidence in both of you, forced herself not to think too badly of these two very capable demons... especially since she'd already felt that way ever since you two were always standing together...
...Maybe there's something going on between you two?
A brilliant inn facilities manager and a sensible inn chef working together! Just thinking about it is exciting!
"In short, it's good that you two are alright, but what could have caused such a commotion?"
The innocent little princess, who had secretly concealed her inner thoughts, held her face in her hands and was the first to believe your statement. Then, she even gave you a way out in a very natural way.
"...He broke off a branch of my tree."
Without even thinking, you blurted out that you had unfairly blamed the broadcasting demon.
Alastor, standing nearby: "..."
……
"..."
"Oh, oh! This is certainly not a good thing. The tree of [name omitted] was formed by her own power. If you pluck anything from her tree, it will never grow again..."
After realizing it wasn't a big deal, Shirley silently breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately put on a serious face that seemed to have no intimidation whatsoever and spoke to the broadcasting devil standing next to her in a tone as if she were lecturing a child.
"Uh... well, even if you're a sinner lord, you still need to apologize to our chef! In this inn that sends sinners to heaven, everyone must get along harmoniously!"
After saying this, Shirley immediately looked at Alastor, who had been silent from the beginning, with expectant eyes.
This gaze was highly aggressive to all the demons in the inn—no demon could resist the bright, wet, puppy-like eyes of the little princess.
Standing next to him, you immediately nudged Wendigo with your elbow, who seemed to have given up thinking and was somewhat indifferent.
"Ah—yes, yes."
Alastor, speaking in a completely childlike tone as if coaxing Shirley, leisurely put his hands behind his back before deliberately turning to you formally and saying, "I'm so sorry, my dear, charming chef..."
"Can you forgive my reckless behavior—after you have already used your power to punish a sinner lord who is no longer glorious?"
Wendigo, his voice devoid of apology, took your hand, which was hanging by your side, and patted it. Then, he deliberately spoke in a tone that carried a hint of grievance.
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