Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 179 The Show Begins - S01E06

"……what?"

The broadcast demon's brief, bewildering words caught in his throat.

Because the sinner from the East suddenly rushed forward without saying a word.

Just as she raised her arm, a raging fire suddenly smashed through the apartment door beside her and rushed fiercely towards them!

In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Girl casually flicked her sleeve to dispel the ball of fire, and at the same time, the Demoness's long right leg, which was hidden by her wide robes and sleeves, kicked forward like a whip!

The wooden apartment door, which had been flung out by the flames, shattered instantly.

The Eastern Sinner raised her hand to shield the Sinner Lord from the flying debris, then turned her head without changing her expression to look at the male demon standing behind her, whose expression was slightly speechless.

Wendigo seemed to accept the current chaos and sudden disaster quickly, but it was clear that he needed an explanation.

"Um……"

"Sir, is life always a grand game of chess... or... well, a play whose score you decide?"

Faced with the questioning gaze of the foreign gentleman, you spread out one hand in front of him.

Flames, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, mercilessly devoured everything around them.

The old apartment walls, unable to withstand the power of the recent explosion, collapsed with a mournful cry.

The sound of falling gravel and soil was like heavy rain, lingering and scattering on the ground.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the witch's perpetually uninterestingly beautiful face.

"Didn't you always look forward to this moment, sir?"

"as you wish……"

"Now, the show begins." *Bang!*

As if echoing the female demon's words, a second deafening explosion suddenly rang out from below the entire apartment building!

A piece of ceiling material fell rapidly from behind her, creating a whirlwind of agitation.

The witch's black hair flew wildly in the scorching hot wind.

Like a pack of dark wolves beginning their hunt.

At the moment the second explosion occurred, ■■■ smacked his lips in displeasure.

She gestured twice with her right hand, then flicked a white light, like flowing ink, into the smoke-filled stairwell.

Alastor had been trying to figure out what she had done, but the Eastern Sinner had clearly already made plans for what would happen next.

The moment the Yaki family opened the door, she used her long tail to wrap around the four little devils.

"Hey...hey! What happened?! What the hell happened?! There was an explosion!"

Lady Cynthia, who had climbed up your tail all the way to the top of your head, screamed in disbelief.

The noticeably more shy Qina had somehow slipped into the dragon girl's hair.

Under the protection of an absolute powerhouse, the little girl peeked out with a pair of curious eyes through her waterfall of black hair.

"...Hmph, looks like those guys fighting have gotten involved here, haven't they?"

Jeff, whose personality was noticeably more composed, tilted his head to the ground, while Jamie, who seemed completely unafraid and rather excited, turned around and said, "Damn the mafia and outsiders vying for the position of sinner lord..."

The older little devil muttered unhappily.

But when Jeff realized that there were two sinners standing in front of him, he immediately changed the subject, somewhat embarrassed: "Of course, I'm not referring to all sinners. Our [illegible] and her friends can be excluded."

"..."

"..."

Unlike the screams that erupted everywhere, the Yaki family, because they were with [unclear], did not seem to feel any fear or apprehension about being in the fire.

Alastor shrugged, finding the current scene somewhat awkward and boring.

The devil lowered his head slightly and glanced at the greedy flames that were spreading toward them.

Beneath the severely cracked ground lay cheap steel bars made with substandard materials.

Before long, this place will completely collapse and become another little hell within hell, right?

The broadcasting demon thought to himself with great interest.

"Broadcasting demon, I advise you to stay away from those fires, if you don't want to... ah."

The reminder came too late.

Because the flames that were spreading were rushing towards the sinner lord, who was standing there leisurely, at an unimaginable speed.

Alastor was smiling.

Because the flames of hell are nothing that can attract the attention of demons.

Ordinary sinners may still be afraid of fire, but some sinner lords can move freely in the flames, as if they were their own friends... After all, what was that joke again?

Those bastards who committed evil deeds in their lives should all be burning in hell with flames.

Although he wasn't entirely immune to fire, in reality, he couldn't even touch the flames...

……

But Alastor's smile quickly froze on his face.

Because as the fire drew near, he clearly felt a sense of crisis stemming from his instincts.

—The last time I had this feeling was in that so-called "place of exile" belonging to ■■■.

"...Damn it!"

This time, Alastor finally managed to say that swear word.

But before Wendigo, whose expression had changed, could slip away, the Eastern Sinner arrived first.

A pure white, strangely shaped bone fan had appeared in her hand without her noticing.

Although a considerable rift had appeared between the demon and the dragon girl, the unmoved female demon simply swung her hand behind him, and the originally ferocious fire was shattered into pieces by the wind blade.

"...Did you make this?"

Wendigo, whose voice sounded inexplicably gritted, maintained his usual smile and questioned the person standing not far from him with displeasure.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, sir.”

The female demon, who seemed to have no intention of explaining, put away her bone fan.

She stood leisurely opposite, hands in her sleeves, and said in a loud voice with her unique, not-so-funny "humor": "Well then, the ■■■ shuttle bus is about to leave... Of course, if you want to stay here and wait to die, sir, that's fine too."

Alastor: "..."

To be honest, the broadcasting demon didn't really want to respond to the Eastern sinner's humor, which he thought was funny but actually only brought a sense of destruction.

But before he could act, the dragon girl, as if anticipating his actions, calmly added:

"You can also try using your shadow to see if you can get out; I won't stop you."

……

Wendigo, who was about to dive into the ground and leave this place of trouble, visibly froze in place.

The demon, redder than flames, leaned on his cane, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Within the ring of arrogance that belonged almost exclusively to sinners, the sinner lord, who had never suffered a setback in such an unspeakable situation, twitched his lower eyelids several times with great force.

The strength of ■■■ is beyond doubt.

And the thing that involved her power—he had absolutely no way to break the deadlock.

"...So, is humiliating a sinner lord really that important to your chess game?"

Alastor's voice still sounded like he was gritting his teeth and speaking slowly and deliberately.

Seeing that the old gentleman was still standing there and unwilling to come over, you maintained your usual calm expression and patiently said:

"It's not important, but it's important to my perverse sense of humor. Come here."

Alastor: "..."

The sinner from the East waved his hand at the devil, as if beckoning a pet.

But the broadcasting demon had no intention of letting this sudden, ridiculous event threaten his life.

So, while expressing his strong dissatisfaction, Wendigo reluctantly tucked his ears in, feeling forced into it...

He reached out his hand to the Dragon Girl.