Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 291 My humble abilities - S01E08

So, what is the special performance that both Shirley and Vicky enjoy?

The Eastern Sinner lowered her eyelashes and exhaled; she suspended the iron ingot in the air for the moment, then slowly rolled up her sleeves.

She finally tied up her long, black hair, which was long enough to drag on the ground, with a thin, bright red thread—

Then, he suddenly clasped his hands together and slapped the iron ingot that had been hanging in the air into his palms.

With a sound indistinguishable from striking iron, the dragon girl's long tail gently curled into a leisurely half-circle in the air.

She slightly raised her head, which made her already striking and androgynous features appear even more arrogant or composed.

■■■'s movements seemed both sudden and meaningless; however, the ogres around her, who had been asked by Shirley or the other ogres in the inn to stand further away, were still looking at her with great interest.

It was a seemingly meaningless silence, but soon—a sudden change occurred.

Or rather, if you observe carefully enough, you will find that when ■■■ put his hands together, he directly slapped that thing into an iron ingot of completely different thickness!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Accompanied by a sudden, eerie hissing sound, a large amount of scalding, milky-white steam suddenly erupted from the Dragon Girl's hands.

The steam was not the gentle murmur of incense, but rather like the raging torrents of the flood season rushing out of the riverbank.

■■■'s hands were covered with a layer of black scales, and a crimson flame ignited from her right hand, turning her entire palm and fingers red-hot like a branding iron; while her left hand was covered with a layer of…

Unmelted black ice?

The cold air and the crackling sound of ice formed echoed intermittently in the air.

The Eastern sinner, almost enveloped in the milky white steam billowing from her hands, remained silent. Her expression was calm as she coldly blew a breath through the gap between her clasped hands, and then—

She moved her hand.

With a blank expression, he slowly raised his hand from his chest to above his head.

The bright, blazing firelight illuminated the undeniably pale, beautiful face of the Eastern sinner with breathtaking beauty.

Amidst the gasps of the onlookers and the cheers of Xia Li's special support, the already-focused ■■■ quietly moved forward, her left thumb slightly bent, as if hooking something.

Then, she began to slowly and steadily move her left hand, covered in black ice, higher; where her palm brushed, a slender, orange-red blade emerged—

Clearly, ■■■ used a piece of iron ingot and his own hands to create a weapon that was already shaped!

From beginning to end, the Eastern Sinner's face remained expressionless, with only misty water vapor swirling around her, almost engulfing her entirely.

The only clear images in the entire scene are the weapon she holds high in the air and her tall, indistinct figure.

The Dragon Girl's hand finally stopped about two meters in mid-air, her palm transforming into two fingers resting on the tip of the weapon.

But this "performance" is clearly not over yet.

Because the hand holding the weapon in the Eastern sinner's hand moved again—

The weapon, which was originally tinged with orange-red, was violently flung away by ■■■!

Numerous fiery red stars and thousands of falling fragments scattered from the sword-shaped body, then exploded in the air and disappeared in less than half a second.

The snow-white steam and sparks spun rapidly into the air, tearing at each other or rolling upwards together, until finally the mist was defeated.

Those fires were more furious and arrogant than the red of the Pride Ring of Hell, like the unrestrained life itself, like spring flowers vying to bloom, even if only for a moment.

They failed to reach the highest point, instead transforming into countless tiny yet fierce sparks of light, scattering downwards in a beautiful arc.

However, at least these hot and dangerous things did not fall on the heads of the cannibals.

The movement of ■■■ ended in just a moment.

From the moment she made the sword to the moment she flicked it, creating a half-circle of sparks, this little performance probably lasted less than five minutes.

But after watching the whole thing...

Now everyone probably understands why even the Princess of Hell enjoys watching her perform this act.

(Of course, Shirley probably didn't enjoy watching ■■■ perform this for any of the reasons people might think.)

The idea of ​​a dragon girl from another land was something most demons in hell had never seen before, and even the security camera on the street corner didn't spin around like it had ADHD for those five seconds.

……

...However, this doesn't stop ■■■ from thinking that it's really nothing.

"So, am I only allowed to use this sword for the entire process, or is there no restriction?" You casually twirled the sword you had just forged, performing a fluid sword flourish. "Or are there no rules or requirements?"

"Whatever, come on, bring it on!"

Vicky, clearly ignited by your little warm-up act, shouted back to you with a hearty laugh.

"But you can't just transform into lightning and charge in like before, otherwise normal combat would be too easy for you, right?"

"..."

"very good."

Vicky's demands were reasonable enough; if you weren't purely "fighting" her, then it was practically a complete rout...

Then it's fine to play around with it for a little while.

"Hey! ■■■! Can you lose to Vicky a little? I just bet with our bartender that you'd lose! The odds are pretty good, you know? If you lose, it's my treat!"

"He's right! Keep it up, you little bitch! Lose in the true sense of the word!"

Just before you were about to begin, Angel and Cherry's slightly cheeky voices drifted over from not far away.

“You…you bet on this? Oh…Angel, this is not good, this is very bad! Our inn…I mean, this is not the kind of game you can gamble on!” Shirley retorted quickly.

"You fucking let this guy throw the match in public? What the fuck are you doing?" Hesk complained angrily, sounding neither particularly happy nor sad.

"Go for it!! Chef... no. Go for it!! Fighting Heaven... no... ladies! Go for it, both of you!" Pantheon's voice echoed as his left and right brains battled each other.

"So stupid... hahaha..." Cherry muttered under her breath.

……

"Looks like you're highly regarded."

Vicky, standing opposite you, smiled at you like that.

She didn't seem as tense as she had been before the fight.

Is it because everyone is so warm and optimistic despite the imminent battle, or is it because this is hell, and this familial warmth fills our hearts?

do not know.

You decide it's better to focus on what's in front of you first, as a sign of respect for Vicky.

"...Well then, excuse me, my dear."

"I am of humble talent—"

"Let's not spout nonsense like 'let's recruit'."