Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 53 Do you like the feeling of kicking a steel plate? Hmm? (This is a question from a chapter

“I’ve always known that the things of hell will only take your upbringing and manners for granted, thinking you’re easy to bully.”

After you lowered your hand, the previously disheveled little devils landed on your head and tail. Your expression finally changed as you watched the sinner manager rushing towards you from afar.

"I backed down a bit before to avoid trouble... but wasn't I too lenient with you, making you forget that Hell is a place where strength reigns supreme?"

As he said this, the usually cold-tongued Eastern Sinner unexpectedly laughed.

She tilted her head, and the corners of her mouth finally stretched to almost her temples like a demon from hell.

The female demon's eyes narrowed as she laughed.

All the demons in hell have the same chilling expression when they laugh in anger. [Name omitted] had always known this, but she tried to avoid laughing like the demon from her own radio station and being vilified…

In the dimly lit restaurant, her dazzling golden eyes emitted an eerie light, looking as terrifying as her smile.

In everyone's eyes, ■■■ is most of the time a demon with a lack of expression, looking as if his facial muscles are necrotic.

As for why it's said to be "most of the time," it's mainly because her expression changes slightly when she's facing certain people.

Unlike the broadcast demon who always wears a smiling face and expresses emotions only with her eyes and threats with her voice, ■■■'s facial expressions don't change much, but at least she really tries hard to let the person she's chatting with see her emotions.

Although Angel Dester referred to the two demons' faces, which did not change much in expression, as facial paralysis, there is no doubt that both the sudden huge smile of ■■■ and the downward drooping corner of Alastor's mouth could bring him great visual shock.

Just like right now.

But to be honest, you're not trying to follow Alastor's "you can't be well-dressed without a smile" approach; you're just laughing because you're annoyed by this stupid restaurant.

You do know that good people in hell are often held at gunpoint, and you've always disliked getting into trouble outside.

But that doesn’t mean you’re someone who will always give in—as Billies said, you just act like a pushover most of the time, but you’re really just afraid of trouble.

"Want to know if I'm bluffing, Mr. Manager?"

Seeing the other person remain silent, and regardless of whether they were frightened, your usual cold voice slowly fell like a death sentence.

Perhaps it's because you've been completely fooled since you entered this shop, and you're even more willing to get along well with the little devils who are considered lowly by sinners. Most sinners' impression of you is that you're a "poor wretch who's easy to bully."

So, after you expressed your dissatisfaction, the sinners who were just watching for fun all laughed at you from all around.

But their voices soon stopped.

Because after you finished speaking, the air around you suddenly distorted.

The air crackled and popped as it burned, and the temperature around you suddenly rose.

And you, in the center, look at the sinner manager who has just arrived at your side and seems to want to say something, as if you are looking at a corpse that is already dead.

But this is only the beginning.

In the unbelievably still air, the body of the Eastern Sinner suddenly began to grow taller and taller without warning, and then stopped after it had grown to more than twice its original size.

A crack-like orange-gold line spread upwards along her horn, then spread like fireworks until it burned her already striking dragon horns bright red.

Her hair ends were burning, the vibrant red joyfully devouring the black in the witch's hair, finally settling reluctantly at a lower position like a tide that had just stopped.

The magnificent black scales spread along the side of her face towards the corner of her eye like some kind of slow-moving vegetation. The hotel manager, who was startled, even thought he could hear the rustling sound of the scales growing.

Soon, before the Eastern sinner before them completely overturned their previous impressions, the sinners who had been mocking her suddenly clutched their throats in pain and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the once "harmonious" restaurant was filled with screams and the sound of bodies falling to the ground in the cramped environment.

"Ugh... Ahh! Damn! I can't breathe... Ugh... Haa..."

"Help... Help me, ahhhhh!!"

"Help me...it hurts so much...help...cough cough..."

……

……

"You...what did you do?"

Looking at the Eastern sinners before him, who remained unmoved and whose only change was in their physical form, and the sinners lying around them, the sinner manager, who was already trembling like a leaf, looked at you with a deathly pale face.

"I simply burned up all the air around me."

Looking down at the sinner manager in front of you, you narrowed your eyes slightly, then bent down and looked at him with a playful expression.

You thought he would stay arrogant for a little longer.

"Do you like the gift I gave you, darling?"

The female sinner, whose face now held only mockery, looked with satisfaction at the restaurant manager before her, whose arrogant expression had vanished. Her long tail swished behind her with an ambiguous meaning.

Looking at the man before him, the male criminal with a goatee and antelope horns finally understood where the oppressive feeling he had experienced earlier came from.

The oppressive and suffocating feeling of being stared at by a giant beast reached an unprecedented peak when the female demon bent down and stared at him.

"What are you trying to do? This is Starry Sky..."

Perhaps sensing a deadly sense of crisis emanating from you, the restaurant manager, who didn't even have time to fawn over you, took two steps back in fear.

"Ah...right, the stars themselves are personally overseeing things, right?"

Upon hearing the name mentioned by the other party, you clicked your tongue, seemingly unconcerned about who the "celebrity-initiated" person actually was, and looked utterly impatient.

Because your companion hadn't made a move for so long, during the pauses in their stammering, you glanced at IMP, who was standing next to Viya at some point, and whose expression was equally shocked.

They seemed still reeling from your unexpected yet incredibly powerful outburst.

After finding nothing amiss with them, you slowly turned your gaze back to the restaurant manager in front of you.

You're used to it.

Shirley and Vicky had the same expression when they first saw you intimidating others—but you still hope that everyone you know in the city realizes that your good temper is simply because you are more well-mannered than most people in the city.

"what's your name?"

Ask him.

"Peter Washington..."

The manager, who was clearly guilty, was startled by your sudden question.

Perhaps it was because you put so much pressure on him that he didn't seem to have any bad intentions at all.

Rather than plotting against you, you feel that the sinner in front of you looks like he's about to collapse from the pressure.

……

...Wait, Washington?

Although this isn't the time to care about other people's names, your eye still twitched involuntarily when you heard a familiar place name.

Honestly, you still prefer his previous rebellious self. The fact that he obediently told you his name makes it a little hard for you to be the bad guy completely.

"So, let's skip some complicated steps and solve the problem at hand in a hellish way."

Having risen from a coward to a monster through a meteoric rise, you calmly straightened up and looked down at Pete from your superior position.

You ignored the sinners struggling to crawl out of your domain, and simply glanced indifferently at the chaotic restaurant around you.

You frowned slightly because you disliked chaos.

You've given these sinners far too much time in order to make yourself appear human.

You only burned away the air within a radius of about one meter centered on yourself.

If even in this situation, sinners still die around you, then you can only blame them for being brainless.

You glanced calmly at the several sinners lying motionless at your feet and shook your head.

If Alastor's threat was a dangerous dagger that pierced the heart in an instant, then your threat was a slow, imperceptible hammer.

The former inflicts horrifying pain on others, but it's merely a fleeting, torturous experience. You, however, are relentlessly intimidating without any sense of proportion, never stopping until you achieve your desired outcome.

Sometimes, the sheer weight of your machinery can be far more torturous and terrifying than the demons broadcasting your voice.

“I have already given you a chance to resolve the issue, but now I need you to give me a reasonable and dignified solution that is acceptable to both of us. If I am satisfied with your solution, I can pretend this never happened.”

You casually remarked, as if the weather was nice today, "Several sinners in the restaurant were sent directly to their next lives."

"Of course, if you're not willing, I can reluctantly do some things that I'd rather do. What do you think?"

When you mention the other option, your voice is suddenly mixed with male and female screams—or rather, your voice becomes an indistinct harmony of men and women.