Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 28 - Click to see the CEO's emotional breakdown as he clashes with the inn's red a

"...Your man!? When did the Broadcast Demon become your man? Did he make a deal with you!?"

After hearing you say those words, the electronic watch on your wrist immediately emitted a bright blue light.

The crackling lightning caused the nine thousand blades in your hand to emit puffs of black smoke.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'closeted'...?"

"..."

"...Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Are you crazy?! Don't you fucking disgust me!! You damn crazy woman..."

Along with the background noise from the other side of the watch came a deafening, outrageous laugh, and a very clear "Maybe you could poach her to be our stand-up comedian."

It seemed that Vox had received assistance from two outside the magic arena, and the expression on his face could only be described as wonderful.

You could even hear him gasp, and it was clear that he was not only angry but also a little frightened.

After spewing out several trolls starting with "f," Vox, still seemingly unsatisfied, suddenly developed colored stripes on his face—the kind that only appear when a television malfunctions—and his voice took on a distorted electronic tone.

Vox, whose mentality was clearly more unstable than when you last saw him, let out a loud, broken sound.

Actually, you think Alastor probably didn't understand what you meant by "closeted" or "closeted" in this context.

Because after you said that, he didn't get angry, but instead narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Judging from the chaotic, hissing sounds coming from his throat, you could tell that even though he didn't understand, he must have realized that it wasn't something nice to say.

"...Hey TV kid, instead of listening to your rambling nonsense, do you remember what I told you under the monitor earlier?"

You interrupt Vox, who is hurling insults at you and Alastor.

From beginning to end, your calm voice and the other person's furious outburst created a textbook-perfect contrast.

"How the hell would I remember?! Why should I care what a nobody like you said? I don't fucking care! Hehehehehehehe!"

Vox, who seemed to have become both angry and amused, let out a loud laugh from the other side, sounding exactly like a villain.

The male demon with the TV-like appearance, who looked like he had just escaped from a mental hospital, suddenly leaned close to the screen.

The other party's red eyes, constantly echoing the television screen, emanate a familiar, sinister power—as if bewitching your mind.

Unfortunately, his tricks for "retaining" customers aren't quite enough for you.

"Guess what this is?"

You flicked the watch screen in front of you with your finger without any expression, then picked up your pink braids, which Angel had decorated to an almost comical degree.

Alastor, standing next to you, drooped his eyelids and lazily glanced at the disastrous braid in your hands.

You realize that this is the first time you've ever seen such a smile mixed with "..." on Alastor's face so clearly.

"Ah! Damn it...!"

Vox, who was knocked back two steps on the other side of the screen by your flick, swayed a few times before regaining his composure.

The president, who almost started cursing again, angrily rushed to the screen to see what you had shown him.

But after seeing the braid in your hand, which you had mostly covered with mosaic and could only make out that it was covered with some pink stuff, he, who had just been furious, surprisingly fell silent.

This is what it's like when you can't figure out what your enemy is thinking.

"This is my strawberry candy super pink Christmas tree."

With a blank expression, the Eastern sinner uttered words in a cold voice that sent chills down one's spine.

Vox stared at the sinner from the East before him, his lips twitching for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In reality, his apparent indifference towards ■■■ is definitely not genuine.

Vox's impression of ■■■ can only be described as profound, both in the past and present.

Imagine you've made a hellish, yet relatively polite, collaboration request to someone who seems very valuable, and not only do they not accept it, but they also arrive on the scene within three seconds, break through all your defenses, and destroy half of your base. How can you possibly not be impressed by them?

Vox was even certain that the attackers were wearing their pajamas when they came to attack them.

Barefoot female sinners came riding the waves.

Her face was expressionless, just like it is now, with only the horn on her head, which looked like it had been burned red, indicating that she was in a terrible mood at the time.

What is most striking about the female sinner is her long hair with its tip bursting into flames and her sharp tail along her spine.

They danced wildly in the air, seemingly impatient for the impending battle.

But what truly forced the demon to take seriously was the indescribable behemoth behind her—

A gigantic, serpentine yet indistinct figure flickered behind her, sometimes disappearing into the ocean waves, sometimes lingering behind her.

The muffled roar, whether from the ocean waves or the flickering creature, was a tangible, awe-inspiring sound, yet Vox could only make out the beast's golden eyes.

The black tide, carrying an unstoppable aura of death, descended from the sky... To be honest, he thought at the time that the woman was going to bring soldiers to start a war with them.

Despite the large commotion, the security guards surrounding the 3V Tower acted as if they were blind and ignored her completely.

He felt he had wasted a lot of money hiring a bunch of useless idiots, so afterwards he let Valentino happily shoot all the guards he had fired.

At the time, Vox thought that the seemingly furious [illegible] had come to fight him to the death—although it sounded sudden, anything could happen in this shit hell.

But all she did was smash the 3V tower to pieces, then rush into his room and beat him up.

...She even used random odds and ends she picked up from the surrounding area.

This is an utter disgrace to a young, successful, and universally admired CEO! When has Vox ever suffered such humiliation since becoming the lifeblood of the arrogant internet industry?!

Vox initially thought that everything around him when he arrived was just a bluff, but as he was being beaten, he realized that he was being naive.

As everyone knows, 3V is a top contender among the Sinner Lords, and he even defied public opinion to make it into the top three... but ■■■ beat him up like it was nothing.

Without any special abilities, magic, or external force, she could make him feel a soul-piercing pain simply by punching him.

The president of Vox Technology was shocked to discover, while lying in his hospital bed, that the sinners' supposedly invincible regenerative abilities seemed to be useless against the attacks of [unclear].

Her attack was more like an angel's weapon against sinners than the petty squabbles among sinners.

The angelic weapons either kill them or severely damage them.

...But angelic weapons won't leave a sinner bedridden for almost half a month like the attack of [unclear]!

At the time, Vivian even suppressed some of the bastards who spread malicious rumors about him, half gloating and half annoyed!

How could a mind capable of building a technological empire in hell be stupid?

Vox quickly realized that ■■■'s strength was not something they, as sinners, were qualified to test, and ultimately abandoned their plan to invite ■■■ to join them.

■■■It's not that they can't afford to support the grand prize, but if the grand prize turns into a time bomb, they'll have to think about it carefully.

...But besides these, another problem arises.

Vox wondered how it was possible that he had never heard anything about such a powerful figure, who possessed a power that made even a demon like him tremble.