readsfreenovel Chapter 32 Viya
Chapter 32 Viya
After discovering that using electronic communication devices wasn't so "convenient" for you, you immediately switched to other methods to access the hellish information flow—
Self-built communication system.
It sounds absurd, but you actually did it.
You replaced telephone communication with origami cranes to avoid eavesdropping, and replaced most electronic screens with cloud and fog simulations to connect to the network.
These things, which you create yourself, will prevent Vox, who controls the Hell Network, from obtaining any information about you from electronic devices.
For you, with a bug-like body that you yourself don't even know what other abilities it has, there are always more solutions than problems.
As for Vox, who seems interested in you for some reason, you only have one sentence to say to him:
Do you know what the mysterious black technology of the Porcelain Country is? TV Head Kid!
Although you've borrowed this sinner's network, your capabilities and Vox's are on completely different systems. Therefore, the president can at most know that an unknown user is using his network, but he can't locate them, much less know what you're doing with it.
...Although Vox has basically stopped bothering you, you will only choose the more convenient mobile phone when talking to the demons in the inn.
When you need to communicate with people outside the inn, you will use the origami cranes you create with your own power.
The origami cranes are protected by your unique power; they are difficult to find and even more difficult to crack.
Usually, after these little gadgets have conveyed your message, they will obediently send you a reply with the target's information.
Alastor is also very interested in your ability.
After all, the paper cranes and cloud images you pulled out looked older than things from his era, but the final effect was almost indistinguishable from modern technology. Even the broadcasting demon was amazed by this.
For some reason, he still hates the internet—but he'll occasionally watch movies with you about disasters, apocalypses, or thrillers that you brought from the human world, or recommend comedies with a pace so slow it's almost eerie and terrifying.
However, you strongly suspect that what he really wants to see is the pained expression on other people's faces when they watch this kind of movie.
Although movies existed in Alastor's time, and he even enjoyed watching them, this old fogey would still relentlessly criticize television and its content as a pathetic color picture show.
Until you used cloud and fog imaging to severely exploit the bug in the broadcast demon.
Because the way you project your movies isn't with a projector or a television, but by using clouds and fog to create movie scenes.
Compared to traditional movies, it's as if you're witnessing a scene "real" unfold before your eyes, with a level of excitement that far surpasses even the human IMAX experience.
Therefore, even Alastor, who was disgusted by any high-tech technology after the broadcasting era, eventually joined the inn's movie-watching time, which far surpassed the technology of the entire era, because of your absolute "screening power".
He will tacitly refer to the film you show as a "professional and brilliant stage performance" and accept your "film" in non-projector form.
Alastor would occasionally suggest what kind of content he wanted to watch.
Because of his exceptionally good taste (or rather, yours), watching movies together is one of the few happy times you'll have with him.
To your relief, Alastor never refuses your invitation when you want to watch some gruesome gore-filled movies that most people wouldn't want to see, even if the movie is terrible.
Now let's turn the question back to the origami crane.
After the stranger who intercepted your origami cranes wrote you a letter, you, who were experiencing the fun of drifting bottles in hell, somehow got the idea to write a reply based on the tone and information revealed between the lines.
After arriving in Hell, you actually really dislike the environment outside the Pride Ring.
Your personality and temper are too normal in some ways, but you can't just take action when you're provoked, which makes you extremely annoyed to wander around the smelly streets.
The sinners in hell seem to particularly enjoy teasing demons like you who appear to have no desires. In addition, you can't kill demons, which makes going out alone feel like being in prison every time.
Due to various restrictions, you rarely go out alone; you usually ask Charlotte Vicky or Angel to go out with you.
Back then, it was quite rare for you to connect with a complete stranger.
After you wrote back, the other party seemed to be caught off guard.
Although the stranger's language was still not very friendly, you found it quite amusing and would still write back to him in your spare time, occasionally sending him some contraband as gifts.
Later, you and the other person became familiar with each other.
A stranger who opens their heart is just like any other rebellious teenager who, once they open up, is eager to reveal everything about themselves.
You learned that the other person was actually a girl who was still in school.
You know what she likes, you know what she hates, and you know she has a very complicated and tumultuous family situation.
You will patiently listen to her say that she hates her parents, especially her father, but she also loves them, especially her father.
You'll hear her complain about the bad things that happened today, and happily tell you about the good things that happened.
She really likes the snacks you sent her.
Sometimes she'll complain that the things you send taste weird, but then she'll say she really likes them. She'll also send you things from her side of the world.
What impressed you most was the strange, fierce-looking flower she sent you; she said she dug it out of her dad's pot.
Just as you held the flower in your hand, it nearly bit off Angel's head, who was watching nearby.
Because you're really bad at raising these weird hellish creatures, Vicky has named the ferocious flower Suzel and is taking care of it for you, and Vicky seems to like it quite a bit.
The girl who has been keeping in touch with you through origami cranes is lively and lovely. You see the obedience and innocence hidden behind her rebellious and angry heart.
Since your actions have led the other person to reveal their true feelings, you also have an obligation to protect those feelings, just as you will always be honest with most of the demons in Hell Inn and will always do your best to protect each and every one of them.
As your relationship with the stranger progresses, you eventually exchange names. She tells you her name is Viya, and you tell her your name is ■■■.
Viya tells you that she doesn't actually have many friends, but she's decided to make you her "bff (best friend forever)".
The little girl's words, which are so relatable to teenagers, remind you of a friend you had in your past, but for some reason, you can't remember most of what happened to that person.
Later, as time went on, from Alastor and Pancius joining the inn to now, Viya seemed to have mustered up the courage to invite you to go out with her today to visit the "Torture Museum" that had just opened in the Arrogance Ring, using the most dishonest tone of a teenager.
After you agreed, her reply was visibly filled with joy—
So you feel that as an "unemployed vagrant" in the inn, it would be really rude of you not to keep the appointment.
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"...So, how much exactly did you omit?"
After you had explained the situation in just a few words, Vicky raised an eyebrow and asked you this question in a teasing tone.
"And also, that flower that almost bit off Angel Dester's head was a gift from your pen pal? That's quite surprising."
The white-haired sinner, who seemed to have a deep impression of that scene, laughed when he mentioned it.
"Of course, I'll pick out the most important ones to talk about."
You nodded rather seriously beside me.
"Otherwise, I'm worried you'll get angry in a bit and yell at me, 'Short it down to ten words!'"
The usually expressionless man tried his best to imitate the angry look of the white-haired sinner in front of him, shrugging his shoulders and saying something in a fake manner.
"..."
Vicky looked at the inexplicably silly Eastern sinner in front of her, choked for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She seemed a little surprised that you would say something like that.
“Oh…■■■, you should understand that I would never do that to you.”
After she said those words, the head chef of her own inn stood with his hands behind his back, staring at her for a long while with no expression on his face.
At this moment, it looked particularly like some kind of large dog. [The dog] winked at her, its tail swaying gently behind it.
She naturally bent down and brought her head close to the white-haired sinner.
Vicky, who had done this countless times before, shook her head with a smile and reached out to pat the tall female sinner on the head.
"So... Shirley held a trust game downstairs, and she specifically asked me to call you, but it's good that I don't need to look for you anymore..."
The calm and reliable white-haired sinner crossed his arms and looked at the seemingly ordinary ■■■ in front of him.
Touching the head of the most formidable yet exceptionally well-behaved dog in this inn always gives you a sense of security, like petting your own fierce but protective dog... This strange experience must be unique in hell, right?
Vicky, who never expected to have this kind of experience in the Ring of Pride, couldn't help but glance at the innkeeper chef in front of her, who was wagging his long tail and seemed to be in a very good mood.
"...Anyway, are you coming with me?"
"it is good."