Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 137 A Dream Like a Mother's Childbirth - S01E05

The Hell Princess's room was incredibly lively.

When the broadcasting demon "arrived" and saw the chaotic scene before him, he left this simple comment in his mind.

Wendigo, who didn't speak immediately, glanced at the dome of the room. He saw the black Eastern dragon's body scattered around like withered leaves from the night before, looking rather desolate and pitiful.

Dragon scales, peeling off from the skin and flesh, fell like rain, and the pungent smell of the seawater transformed into a strong wind that swept past Wendigo's side.

The enormous black dragon appeared to have melted.

Alastor remained unmoved, calmly observing everything before him.

...Is Miss ■■■ back?

Not wanting to lose a chef he had once truly admired, the old gentleman from the 1930s couldn't help but think to himself.

She told him to go first, but now he's out here. Where is she?

Or was it that the woman had no self-awareness at all, and ultimately met with an accident on her own?

Wendigo narrowed his eyes, and his smile unconsciously widened.

—He didn't seem to care whether ■■■ lived or died.

Or perhaps, the demon "Alastor" was originally the one in that hellish inn who shouldn't care about the lives of the people.

However, he was not such an inhuman demon, nor did he like the label that made him seem so tasteless.

After all, in every sense, ■■■ had indeed put on more than one good show for him... At least the old gentleman felt he had had enough fun and didn't need that mysterious Eastern lady to add any more surprises for him.

Moreover, Alastor also genuinely felt that it was time for this farce to end.

In fact, when they discovered that a familiar figure had gone through so much but still hadn't appeared—

Although he always appeared to have everything under control, Wendigo was still somewhat confused and annoyed that the person he was so eager to see did not appear as he had hoped, so he tightened his grip on his cane.

“Alas…”

As the most dangerous sinner lord in the inn, Alastor's figure naturally attracted a lot of attention. In fact, Vicky spotted him immediately after he entered Shirley's room, which had a large hole in it.

But before he could reply to this somewhat impetuous female demon in his eyes, the little princess of hell, who had been standing to the side, was the first to become restless—

Before Vicky could finish speaking, Shirley rushed to him even faster. Then, in a gesture he knew all too well, she grabbed his hand tightly and asked urgently, "Alastor! Where is ■■■?"

"Did you see her inside? What's it like inside?"

"What on earth happened? Why the hell is this dragon... uh, no... sorry..."

Realizing she had sworn, Shirley first slapped her forehead in annoyance, then immediately widened her eyes and continued, "Do you know why ■■■ melts like a 'chocolate cake'!?"

Alastor: "..."

The innkeeper's brow twitched noticeably the moment his hand was grabbed.

Wendigo, who clearly disliked this kind of physical contact, was now unhappy, but he hadn't expected Shirley to act so quickly—

Of course, it's also possible that he's been too comfortable at this inn for too long.

Thinking this, Alastor, maintaining his elegant demeanor and expression, began to try to pull his hand out of Shirley's grasp.

But the blonde's strength was astonishing at this moment, to the point that his hand...

Not moving.

Alastor: "..."

Although everyone inside the inn is used to the asexual gentleman's double standards in his interactions... things might be different outside the inn.

Lucifer, who hadn't left the Hell Inn because he was worried about his daughter, immediately noticed the two's "ambiguous" behavior.

In fact, the moment Shirley grasped Alastor's hand, the petite fallen angel's eyes widened immediately. His face flushed red, and without any hesitation, he teleported in front of the two of them, twirling his apple cane and sweeping them aside in a few swift movements.

"……dad!"

Shirley, still confused as to why Lucifer had suddenly acted this way, was startled by Lucifer's childish behavior.

She shouted in dissatisfaction, then glanced somewhat uneasily at Alastor, who was frowning and whose smile wasn't particularly pleasant.

It's clear that our Hell Princess is really worried about ■■■'s safety.

Alastor's stay was neither too long nor too short.

However, due to the special circumstances of ■■■, every second that ■■■ was not present felt like an eternity to Xia Li.

"I don't know what you're up to, but please keep a safe distance from my lovely, charming daughter!"

Lucifer twirled his cane with the lightness and playfulness of a circus star.

He grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and tapped the ground lightly with his apple cane.

"So...as the only one in this inn who can be with that mysterious—"

"Well, all in all, whatever she is, as the only 'liaison' you can get in touch with, the current situation doesn't seem to have changed because of your arrival, does it?"

The King of Hell's tone sounded somewhat sarcastic.

"..."

Despite his dissatisfaction with Lucifer's remarks, the broadcasting demon maintained his smile, though his brows involuntarily furrowed.

But soon, his brows relaxed again.

Alastor deliberately ignored the King of Hell, who was much shorter than him, and instead raised his head with a normal expression, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Oh...it seems our chef has overcome his inappropriate shyness."

"...You're ignoring me!? Hahaha... Not many guys in hell would dare to do that!"

Accompanying Alastor's indifferent and aloof attitude was Lucifer's furious yet clearly powerless protest, which consisted of a mocking laugh.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the direction Alastor was looking.

A large hole suddenly appeared in the black dragon's melting body, and a frail body wrapped in flesh and blood slid lifelessly out of the hole from above, like a mother giving birth heavily.

Crimson blood gushed from the wound where chunks of flesh had fallen, the viscous liquid dripping and splashing on the ground.

“……■■■!!”

Anxious and distraught, Shirley was the first to realize what the falling mass of flesh meant. She and Vicky, who, though silent, reacted with lightning speed, were the first to rush forward and catch the bloody, mangled mass.

The two girls, who were crouching down, ignored the scalding dragon blood that had stained their bodies and steadily caught the dragon girl's body, whose condition was unknown.

The blonde woman, who was the first to turn into a little kitten, wiped her reddened eyes, her face, already deathly pale, filled with worry. Unable to find the words, she simply opened her mouth helplessly.

Standing beside the two girls, Angel seemed hesitant to speak. After a few seconds of silence, Spider Sinner looked around helplessly as if he had just realized something.

Upon spotting its "target," the tall, white spider, under Hesker's watchful gaze, immediately ripped off the curtains in the room and rushed frantically toward the two girls crouching there.

After the dragon girl's enormous body disintegrated, the sudden appearance of a fleshy mass plunged all the demons present into a silent chaos.

Alastor stood calmly in place, quietly watching the three people in a chaotic mess in the distance.

Lucifer, who had just been arguing with him, now looked worried and clearly wanted to go over to Shirley to help.

But the petite King of Hell merely observed and hesitated to make a move, as if he were wary of something.

Wendigo raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering only briefly on Lucifer before fixing on the old acquaintance in Shirley's arms.

"..."

The old gentleman tilted his head and sighed softly, as if helplessly worrying about the reckless actions of a younger generation.

The dragon girl's melted body left behind a white skeleton that resembled a prison, while the bloody chunks of flesh that had just detached from it were gradually dissolving over time.

The dragon girl, who was always so pure and spotless, had been completely transformed into a blood-soaked figure.

Her pale face was stained with blood, and her hair spread out around her like soaked seaweed.

To Alastor's surprise, Angel, the most indecent person in the entire inn, was actually the first demon to cover his naked body.

Deep red blood still lingered in the Dragon Girl's recessed collarbone.

She lay motionless beneath Wendigo's meaningful gaze, her chest not rising or falling, appearing eerily quiet, as if she were dead.

"What...what do we do? Is she dead? She...she's not breathing!"

Shirley, her voice trembling with tears, seemed completely disoriented—she appeared terrified by the state of the person in question.

After all, everyone has seen the way ■■■ usually behaves.

In the past, not a single demon in the entire inn would have believed that the person lying here was actually that invincible and perfect [illegible character].

"Shirley, baby, calm down...take a deep breath!"

Seeing Shirley's state, Vicky, who was a little worried that Shirley might do something beyond their imagination, quickly said this.

"Darling, ■ has always been different from other people in Shanghai. Trust me, she'll definitely be alright. Maybe we..."

To be honest, Vicky would rather believe that hell exploded than believe that ■■■ would just die like that.

Even the usually composed white-haired sinner couldn't help but frown after glancing down at the dragon girl's appearance, a hint of worry showing on his face.