Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 8 When the Broadcast Demon Runs an Ad That the Client Doesn't Like:

The red light of the Arrogance Ring shone through the hotel's stained glass windows and onto the floor.

After finishing your shopping list in your room, you calmly drew the curtains to block out the horrific wails outside the hotel and prepared to go downstairs to get down to business.

It has to be said that because of Angel's words, you had a whole week of nightmares of different kinds.

As you drag your heavy body and your brain, which feels like it's about to crack, to buy dinner ingredients, Angel, who has been sitting downstairs, suddenly says something else that makes you dizzy with shock.

"Whether it's letting me have a homosexual relationship with this strange gentleman, or letting [redacted] use her detachable and portable giant [redacted] to have a standard pegging session with me, you wouldn't believe how many sinners would flock here!"

"Haha, you're dreaming." "...Don't be ridiculous."

Your resolute voice, almost as if you were about to enter into something, overlapped with Alastor's voice downstairs.

After saying that, you glanced at the familiar figure waiting downstairs, and sighed softly.

Time flies, and this dangerous yet clever broadcasting devil has already been here for a week.

—Although you consider your relationship with Alastor to be so-so, you always manage to reach a surprising consensus with Alastor, at least on Angel's terrible colored proposals.

From the very beginning, Alastor had already experienced Angel's explosive remarks, so you might think that a sinner lord like him, who was used to everything, would be indifferent.

But during this week, you discover that even Alastor has started to avoid being alone with Angel in a room.

It seems that someone's carefree attitude can't last forever.

You, relieved that you weren't Angel's type, glanced with a hint of schadenfreude at the radio demon standing upright beside the sofa.

Angel Dester, you truly deserve to be honored in the Imperial Ancestral Temple for something that even Alastor would avoid.

You cast an admiring glance at the Spider Sinner.

Alastor was able to take care of himself outside, and the place he renamed Hell's Inn was relatively friendly.

But his internal digestion, which leaves him frustrated, is definitely your favorite show of the year.

Just as he actually enjoyed seeing anyone in the hotel show a pained expression.

...Just for fun, it's not shameful.

You lean on the railing, staring intently at the view below.

It has to be said that while Angel's antics this morning did cause you some mental distress, Alastor's reaction definitely made your morning even brighter.

"Since you're not interested in my hotel promotion plan, why not ask our dear chef?"

So your mood, which hadn't been bright for long, was mercilessly destroyed by Alastor.

A black shadow appears beside you, accompanied by a familiar jungle swamp scent. The broadcast demon, who was just standing downstairs, has suddenly appeared beside you.

"Um, what do you think?"

Alastor deliberately attracted everyone's attention downstairs with a cough, tapped your tail with his cane, and his red eyes swept lightly across your face.

"...Of course, everything will be based on Shirley's ideas."

Knowing that Alastor was trying to drag you down, you immediately raised your hands in surrender without batting an eye, saying, "I will assist you in doing anything as long as you don't cross the line, but you should know that I know nothing about shooting commercials."

You gave Alastor a subtle glare.

"Oh, anything?"

Ignoring your emotional fluctuations, Alastor chimed in with interest, even leaning his head closer to you.

"This does not include any transactions with you."

You added indifferently.

"Really?... That's a pity."

Upon hearing this, Alastor withdrew his red-haired head, which always had a strange smile. He first let out a loud, cold snort, and then shrugged indifferently.

You rolled your eyes, speechless.

Actually, something unexpected happened this week concerning the person in front of you.

Putting aside the fact that you two are always sabotaging each other, you actually get along quite well with Alastor.

What a terrifying result...

Although Alastor is a person with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor, just like everyone else in Hell, and you attacked him on the day he joined, he actually got along quite well with you for the past week.

However, based on your impression of Alastor, you strongly suspect that he has something big going on with you.

Aside from your doubts about him, and the fact that you don't know if he's sincere, Alastor inexplicably praised your aversion to most electronic products in Hell.

But there's a reason you hate those hellish electronic devices and even only use your mobile phone for basic needs—they install things on your devices to spy on your privacy.

And you happen to be someone who needs to avoid being discovered as much as possible.

You're reluctant to bring up your past grievances with electronics and their eldest son.

But ever since you discovered that those damned electronic devices in hell are spying on your life, even though hating them goes against your identity as a young person, you'll try your best to avoid using them.

Alastor probably also got some information about you from Shirley. To your surprise, he didn't do anything too outrageous. He just once recommended the idea that radio was far superior to modern electronic products to you.

You acknowledged this.

What electronic device could be safer in hell than a radio broadcast where you can only hear sound?

Moreover, radio signals are far stronger than modern cell phone signals, which are often useless despite their good appearance. Haven't you noticed that in all the apocalyptic movies, only those with invincible radio signals survive to the end?

Although Alastor didn't understand what you meant by "apocalyptic film," he clearly agreed with and found your conclusions very helpful.

After all, he himself is a radio demon, so praising radio is equivalent to praising him.

Upon learning of your idea... Angel, the hotel's top internet surfing prince, immediately expressed his disapproval and dissatisfaction.

This can be seen from the fact that he secretly refers to you and Alastor as pitiful and pathetic old men and women from the last century.

"Alright, don't count on me. This old woman can't handle these things."

Seeing that there was no movement downstairs, you leaned on the railing and deliberately spoke in a very old voice to Shirley Vicky, who was sitting on the sofa looking at you.

"In this respect, isn't the big shot next to me who likes to make fun of everyone more proficient? Some things should be left to smart people."

Upon hearing your response, Alastor, who did not refute you, narrowed his red eyes, and a series of ambiguous noises murmured out from his chest.

After hearing you say that, Vicky, who was immediately furious, rolled her eyes and shouted:

"Oh, you're leaving it to a smart person? You should really check out the finished product of this guy's ad; you'll be amazed."

"Come on, the only normal part of that terrible ad he made was the XXX part, so that bastard just cut that part out. Did you expect the chef to offer any other suggestions?"

Immediately following, the cat-shaped sinner who accused Alastor of his crimes stood behind the bar, wiping the bottle in his hand while also rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Don't you understand? This ad was made by this jerk with the twisted sense of humor just to amuse himself," he added with a disdainful tone.

"Yay! Let's have fun! I like having fun too!"

Before Heske could finish speaking, the little one-eyed sinner next to him, who was only a tiny one, immediately began to excitedly repeat the last few words of Heske's entire sentence, appearing to be in good spirits.

The two sinners who have just joined Hell's Inn are Hesk and Nifedi, summoned by Alastor.

One was a bartender at the hotel, and the other was a cleaner.

You don't know whether these two people did it willingly or were forced, but these two unfortunate souls seem to have traded their souls to that seemingly omnipotent broadcasting demon.

Judging from the previous instances where Alastor summoned them, you can guess that no matter when, where, or what they are doing, they will appear before Alastor immediately whenever he needs them.

Although it feels a bit inhumane, to be honest, you're a little envious of Alastor's skill.

You've actually seriously considered the possibility of recruiting a few servants, since it seems quite convenient.

However, Alastor is a clever man; with a little thought, he might be able to obtain the soul of a sinner.

But if you want to obtain the soul of a sinner... then you'll probably have to beat them into submission.

Downstairs, Shirley, who had just finished a phone call, went to have a private meal with Vicky, while you, the procrastinator, remained on the second floor watching the little farce unfolding downstairs.

"So, what are your plans for today, my beautiful and charming lady?"

Before you even went downstairs, Alastor suddenly asked you this question in an exaggerated, theatrical tone.

Although this was just a perfectly normal greeting from Alastor to you as a woman, you were still hurt by his emotionally charged broadcast voice.

"To buy ingredients for the next few days, and to serve you, our special diner."

You couldn't be bothered arguing with this cunning and shrewd man, so you just turned and gave him a quiet glance. "Are you satisfied with what's happened this past week?"

You singled out Alastor not because you were bullying him, but mainly because the Broadcast Demon is a special diner to you—he likes to eat raw meat, especially "humans".

Of course, if venison is available, that would also be a good option.

However, rather than saying that Alastor liked to eat raw meat, it's more accurate to say that you think he simply had a cannibalistic tendency.

But as a chef in hell, you don't need to speculate about why your audience likes to eat certain things, or whether their liking for certain foods stems from some kind of mental illness.

After all, it seems quite common for cannibals to be in Hell.

It's as normal for some sinners to enjoy eating people as it is for some humans to enjoy eating mangoes. Not far from the hotel, there's even a small ogre town ruled by a sinner lord.

As a chef, your job is to find ways to obtain the ingredients your customers like, and then cook those ingredients to suit their tastes.

However, Alastor can eat both raw and rotten meat, and he also prefers a bitter taste, which adds a lot of difficulty to your cooking...

After all, you yourself can't stand eating rotten meat covered in moss and bitter things.

You can understand if someone likes hot, freshly cut meat, but is Alastor genuinely hungry and indiscriminate in his taste, or does he possess a palate beyond that of an ordinary sinner...?

"Oh, of course!"

Alastor seemed pleased that you brought up the topic, and the crimson-clad sinner gave you a meaningful look before speaking.

"The past week has been the best week for my stomach since I went to hell, please forgive me..."

At this point, the broadcasting demon suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face became even more eerie and alluring.

"There weren't many things I could look forward to before, but now, every meal you cook makes me happy!"

"I always look forward to what kind of surprise you will give me at the next meal."

He closed his eyes, casually twirled his cane, and then looked down at you with an even wider smile.

"So, beautiful lady, would you like to hear me say that I am grateful?"