Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 159 New Chapter Title - S01E06

Of all the sinners Christina knew, Phoebe was the most terrifying, though not the strongest.

Not for any other reason than the sheer malice he displayed.

...There was no empathy, no reason.

I simply feel genuine excitement and joy at the tragic experiences of others.

He's a complete madman, a born villain.

The attempts by others to stop him seemed to be nothing more than a stimulant for him.

The hyena criminal, who embodies all the characteristics of a petty thug, always speaks with a crude and cheap mockery and inexplicable excitement.

Just like his appearance, he inspires disgust and aversion.

"Are you kidding me? Don't tell me you've already forgotten that ridiculous woman!"

Completely oblivious to the fact that the atmosphere was about to freeze over, Phoebe continued to shout excitedly.

"That stupid woman who sent money to Christina several times?"

"Oh right! Didn't she carry you back when you fell off your bike and were half crippled? And those notorious homeless people a few blocks away—"

The male sinner's pupils contracted with excitement.

The canine sinner's sharp teeth were exposed, and sticky saliva dripped from his fangs.

...At least for this moment, he was like a crazed hyena that had spotted its prey.

Christina looked at Phoebe, who was talking to herself, with disgust.

Her disgust was far more obvious than that of the indifferent Fast standing to the side.

"What kind of idiot would do something like this?"

Phoebe, oblivious to all of this, watched with excitement as her two "old friends" stopped smoking and quietly looked at her.

Will she find out?

"The money she gave Christina was all used by her to act as her ex-girlfriend's savior! And Fast could kill himself a hundred times a week on the Pride Ring! And those homeless people... Oh hahahahaha!"

"Do you think this woman might have killed herself with her stupidity? How come she's like those self-righteous, do-gooders who think they can save others, doing stupid things that would only be considered a joke in hell?"

The hyena sinner, who was being sat on by the silver-haired female demon, was talking incessantly as if possessed, while slapping the ground with exaggerated movements.

"What an idiot!"

"What on earth is she thinking? Doing this in the human world is enough to make one want to vomit... what good outcome is she hoping to achieve by doing this in hell?"

"Oh! She certainly got what she deserved, didn't she?"

"She's dead!"

"She died an obscure death; aside from the joke about her giving money to others, nobody in Little Devil Castle even knew about her..."

"Bang!" "...Ughhh!!!"

Before Phoebe could finish speaking, Christina, who had been expressionless, suddenly punched the hyena sinner in the nose.

"You fucking bitch...you're insane!?"

Phoebe, covering her nose and taking several steps back, was cursing the silver-haired witch in front of her.

But the hyena's tone was less about anger and more about a kind of excitement that had reached a certain threshold.

"What's wrong? Are you regretting, like me, not raping that woman who has no expression on her face?"

The hyena sinner released his grip and, like some madman whose soul had flown out of the sky, opened his arms and laughed loudly.

"Before I tear your mouth apart, tell me your last words..."

"Good heavens... are you kidding me?! That's a golden opportunity!"

Completely ignoring Christina's gloomy threat, Phoebe excitedly rushed in front of the female demon, her beastly eyes glowing with a greenish light like fireflies.

"Although he was as shriveled as a piece of black bread with the crust peeled off, I absolutely adore his tall stature!"

"I really want to know if she can maintain that cold, indifferent expression when she's under me—"

"Damn it, I really enjoy tearing apart this thing that I think is cold..."

Just as Phoebe was about to say something, Fast, who had been silent all along, suddenly strode forward.

Before the hyena could say anything more, the latter kicked him in the back of the knee without warning.

Before the other party could react, Fast, whose skull remained unchanged, pulled a pistol from his back pocket—

Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into the mouth of the hyena sinner.

"boom!!"

Fast gave Phoebe no chance to react.

In just a few seconds, Fast completed the actions of drawing his gun, "aiming," and pulling the trigger.

It was as swift and decisive as killing a worthless beast on the go.

"Too much nonsense."

After doing all this, Fast coldly put the pistol back into his pouch and turned to look at Christina, who was disgustedly wiping the blood and brain matter off her face.

"Since you've already decided to kill him, hurry up."

Blue flames flickered in and out of Fast's empty skull eye sockets, as if expressing some kind of discontent.

"...It's not a good habit to inform others before taking action."

Smoke filled the air.

Then, it quickly dissolved into the air filled with sulfur and other nauseating smells.

"You fucking...you're absolutely disgusting."

Christina, who made no attempt to hide her dislike, frowned deeply.

She glanced disdainfully at the hyena sinner's corpse with its head smashed open at her feet, then kicked it twice more in frustration.

"Next time, let's find an angelic weapon and kill him completely. This guy's like a persistent ghost, always following us around—"

"So, he's not after your butt, is he?"

As she said this, the silver-haired witch gave Fast, who exuded an air of asceticism, a malicious look from head to toe.

After all, you have to know that demons like Fast are quite rare in Hell.

"..."

“It makes no sense. First of all, I am heterosexual. Secondly, although sinners don’t have children, I only want to marry that lady.”

In response to Christina's nasty teasing, Fast replied nonchalantly, "It was destined for me from the moment she carried me back to that bakery."

"I will not date any other woman except that lady, let alone marry her."

"..."

Christina was momentarily speechless at the cold-blooded male criminal's blunt remarks.

...But to be honest, she actually hated it when Fast said that.

The silver-haired witch, feeling inexplicably uneasy, swallowed the thought of telling Fast the news that "■■■ is back"—

Even if the other person could be considered one of the few cronies in her hell.

"..."

How have things been going on your end lately?

After a moment of silence, Christina suddenly asked the question in a lazy, drawn-out tone, as if deliberately trying to start a conversation.

The silver-haired witch stubbed out her half-smoked cigarette in Phoebe's pool of blood, and then, with an ambiguous expression, stomped her toes on the ground.

Which matter are you referring to?

Upon hearing this, Fast, who seemed to respond to questions like some kind of artificial intelligence, spewed a mouthful of blue fire from his skull, his voice low and indifferent.

"Are you talking about a bunch of fools trying to become sinner lords, or about the imps robbing them?"

"...Can't you just say both things at once? With your awful appearance, besides me and Phoebe, who else would want to chat with you?"

Seeing Fast's conversation flow like a turn-based game, the hot-tempered Christina couldn't help but curse at the male demon in front of her, "You son of a bitch, your words are like squeezing them out of a nearly empty tube of toothpaste. How much do you charge per word?"

The female demon, her eyes bloodshot, glared fiercely at the male demon in front of her.

“Tina, even if you robbed a whole block of wallets, you still couldn’t afford to chat with me at that hourly rate.”

Faced with the female demon's blatant rage, the male sinner, who had answered the silver-haired female demon's question earnestly, crossed his arms and spoke in a calm tone.

“That guy Colvin is serious about vying for the title of Lord of Sinners.” Fast put the remaining half of his cigarette into his mouth.

The bright blue flame flickered and vanished within his skull.

Fast stared at Christina, who seemed nonchalant beside him, with his empty eye sockets. "But it's also true that his relationship with some of the lesser mafia bosses in Castlevania has deteriorated."

"...Now there have been cases of imps using angelic weapons to deliberately kill sinners in the neighborhood."

Because of his nonchalant tone, the male sinner's remarks sounded somewhat cold.

"..."

Although she could tell that Fast was simply reminding her to be careful, Christina was still momentarily speechless at Fast's hourly wage comment.

But she quickly realized what was happening, and even gave a disdainful sneer.

"Tch, don't both of these groups deserve it?" The female demon mocked, lifting her eyelids.

"They had just announced their intention to vie for the position of Lord of Sinners, and the next day, the Little Devil Mafia had emptied their own treasury—"

"It's just a fight between clowns."

The silver-haired sinner slowly squatted down and began to slash at the hyena sinner's corpse with his dagger, as if indulging in some kind of morbid pleasure.

"So far, that idiot Colvin hasn't been able to find his gold."

"It was just stolen by the Little Devil's mafia gang... How could an idiot like him possibly compete with a monster like 3V?"