Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 107 She Transformed into Glaciers and Snow

“……■■■!!!”

Shirley's desperate screams drifted into the wind.

The black dragon, struck by lightning of unknown origin from the depths of hell, froze in mid-air.

The devastating black and red thunderbolt lashed out at Dongfang Long like a whip.

A chilling crackling sound of electricity filled the air above the inn, and the smell of burning flesh quickly filled the entire space.

Surprisingly, the brighter the lightning, the more fiercely the black dragon struggled.

She roared angrily as she slammed her head against the barrier above the Ring of Pride, determined to fight to the death against its boundary until she left.

"…Holy shit! Holy shit!! Holy shit!! Has she gone mad!? Is she courting death!? Can't a demon appear and stop her!? She'll die if she keeps going like this!!"

The sight of the black dragon desperately trying to break through the borders of hell terrified Angel, who witnessed the entire event.

The Spider Sinner stared wide-eyed, clutching his head in a frantic and terrified manner as he stared at the seemingly insane beast before him.

The crackling of lightning, the black dragon's heavy panting from the pain, and the metallic roar of chains clashing together.

Angel felt that his values, vision, and hearing had never been so helpless and vulnerable as he was today.

—Especially since the one who did this was the same calm and rational person who always did it.

The Spider Sinner had never wished that reality was actually just a nightmare he was having.

"...We can all feel ■■■'s determination to go home now, but I think the most important thing right now is whether there's a way to stop her from doing this before she kills herself?"

Indeed, Hesker was quite frightened by ■■■'s sudden and insane behavior, and his tone unusually carried a hint of urgency.

"Poor Miss XXX... what exactly did she go through..."

Holding Neil, Pantheon stared blankly at the scene in the air that seemed to be a materialized nightmare.

Perhaps realizing that the black dragon in the sky was a [illegible], and that she was indeed being harmed, Nifferty, unusually, refrained from saying anything that would confuse the demon. Instead, she looked at Alastor, who was waiting for Shirley to speak, with a rather serious expression.

"Sir, shouldn't we help the cook?"

……

Alastor remained silent in response to Neil's question.

Wendigo, who was emitting a radio FM tone, merely glanced at Shirley, who was clearly hiding something, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Because of the frightening manner of the woman, Vicky, looking worried, turned to look at Shirley standing beside her, who was clearly deep in thought: "They're right, Shirley... now is the time for her to need us, we have to help her."

"...Oh ho ho...help her? The thing I want to do most right now is to get her out of hell, otherwise the commotion she causes will either attract some troublesome guys, or she'll smash a crack in the borders of hell."

Lucifer, who seemed to be serious, interrupted Shirley, who appeared to be about to say something, and then muttered something under his breath with a frown.

"...What!? No! Father!...I'll find a way to make her stop—Alastor! Can you help me? Take me to the inn, I'll find a way to let ■■■ hear my voice!"

After immediately stopping her father, who might actually do it, with an incredulous expression, Shirley, knowing she should have done it a long time ago, looked at Wendigo, who had been silent for a long time.

"Oh, you damned bastard, how dare you..."

"As you command, my little princess."

Alastor, who completely ignored Lucifer's threat, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

With an increasingly eerie smile on his face, Wendigo first gave Shirley a simple gentlemanly bow, then snapped his fingers to summon several tentacles that grew out of the ground.

Alastor, seemingly eager to get closer to the matter, gracefully sat on one of the tentacles before Lucifer could condemn his actions.

He glanced at the King of Hell, whose expression was contorted with rage, with an almost defiant look, then slowly crossed his legs and was carried to the top floor of the inn by the upward-growing tentacles.

"This damn... rotten, wretched thing!"

The petite fallen angel, who hadn't uttered a single decent swear word in ages, widened her eyes and jumped up and down in anger.

Just as Shirley, with a resolute attitude, stepped onto the tentacles summoned by the broadcasting demon, Lucifer suddenly grabbed his daughter's wrist, his expression worried and full of rejection.

“Wait, Shirley! Don’t go—■■■ It’s too dangerous, she’s not someone you can save… You know you don’t have to save everyone, and you can’t save everyone. I can send her away from hell. She’s just a stranger who has nothing to do with us. You can…”

The petite King of Hell, who had no desire to involve his daughter in this trouble, quickly changed his expression from exasperation to complexity and bitterness.

Even so, he did not refuse her in a harsh tone.

Lucifer, who didn't know how to love his daughter, seemed to have remembered ■■■'s words.

"...No, Dad, you don't understand."

But Shirley had no time to explain things to Lucifer. The blonde witch lowered her eyes and resolutely broke free from her father's grasp.

"I absolutely must save [the person/entity]."

"Shirley...!"

After Shirley shook him off, Lucifer looked at the blonde witch who had been sent to the roof of the inn by the broadcasting demon with a bit of surprise and hurt, and then looked at the other sinners who were going up to the roof with the tentacles.

After a few seconds of silence, the fallen angel, seemingly having compromised on something, gritted his teeth, muttered "Damn it," and then unfurled his six blood-red wings edged with white feathers and flew toward his daughter.

In the end, the King of Hell finally succumbed to Shirley's astonishing persistence. Under her astonished gaze, he picked her up and flew swiftly toward the black dragon, who was being electrocuted but stubbornly refused to stop.

"...If anything seems amiss, I'll immediately remove her from the Pride Ring."

Lucifer, unable to bear looking at his daughter, hovered in the air and added this sentence in an attempt to cover up his misunderstanding.

"This distance is already the limit. If we get any closer, we might be affected by the impact."

he explained.

"dad……"

Because she hadn't expected Lucifer, who had always been pessimistic about her and opposed saving her, to suddenly agree to help her, Shirley looked at him with gratitude.

"...Alright, now do what you want, sweetheart."

With a helpless voice but a gentle expression, the fallen angel carried his daughter on his back, using his petite body to shield her from most of the danger—including the electric sparks emanating from the black dragon.

The blonde witch nodded to her father, then turned her head and looked with a hint of pity at the man whose body was almost entirely unharmed.

“……■■■!”

"■■■! Can you hear me?"

"I really...I'm so sorry...I...it's all my fault."

“■■■, I know… I know you’ve always wanted to go home! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I couldn’t fulfill our promise sooner!… I…”

As she spoke, the blonde witch suddenly choked up and wiped her reddened eyes with her hand. "Can you still hear my voice? You can curse me, be angry with me, or even beat me up!"

"But you must stop hurting yourself now! If you continue like this, you might die!"

“■■■!!!”

……

The blonde demoness's heart-wrenching screams seemed to reach the ears of the berserk beast.

Surprisingly, upon hearing Shirley's voice, the Eastern Dragon, whose body was emitting black smoke, suddenly stopped his attack on the Pride Ring barrier.

The colossal, mountain-like beast slowly moved through the air. She leaned towards the six-winged fallen angel and his daughter, as if trying to hear what the tiny voices were saying.

Just as Shirley was watching with delight as the giant beast, now devoid of consciousness but still able to recall her voice, stopped its self-harm and flew towards her, another, noticeably stronger, red and black bolt of lightning surged up the iron chain.

"No...!! Uh!"

"...Tch, damn it!"

To ensure his and his daughter's safety, Lucifer flew away from the surrounding area first.

Shirley could only watch helplessly as the lightning, which seemed to have no intention of giving her any way out, struck her hard.

...And this time, the sound of lightning struck drowned out ■■■'s unwilling roar.

Perhaps because its body had already reached its limit, the black dragon, whose head had been smashed to a bloody pulp, finally succumbed to the lightning strike and fell from the sky.

Lucifer instinctively tried to do something to slow down the beast's fall, but the golden net he had woven with magic vanished in less than two seconds beneath the giant beast.

"Oh, right, she can nullify my abilities... I forgot about that..."

Lucifer, who was hovering in the air with his daughter on his back, muttered this.

He watched as the giant dragon, emitting a mournful cry, plummeted from the sky amidst black smoke from being charred by lightning.

The shackles of hell clanged and clattered in the air, seemingly accelerating her descent.

“……■■■!”

Shirley, who was always a step behind, almost instinctively reached out to grab the falling behemoth. The seemingly emotionally broken female demon was carried downwards by her silent father.

Before the black dragon fell, enormous tentacles suddenly bloomed from the rooftop like flowers.

They struggled to hold back the sinking black dragon, and then made a series of tearing sounds.

Alastor, holding a staff in both hands, stood on the rooftop, frowning as he looked at the giant beast that was still emitting black smoke.

However, the black dragon, who had almost lost all self-awareness, still had a will to survive. Knowing that its fall would not end well, it clung to the outer wall of the inn.

The giant beast's sharp claws tore through the inn's outer wall.

Deep scratches were embedded in the building; the already ancient Hell Inn was simply unable to support the black dragon's massive body, which was a behemoth even for the entire Pride Ring.

The inn, which had been patched up for three years, collapsed, revealing its original structure. The extra building structure was also completely crushed by the black dragon's body.

■■■ After being subjected to intense electric shocks and rough scraping, the dragon scales on its body peeled off one by one, falling down like snowflakes.

After a series of impacts on the boundary of the Pride Ring, the Eastern Dragon, which failed to break through Hell, had its head smashed open.

Her body was covered in wounds, her flesh was turned inside out, her beautiful scales were mottled, and the fins on her back were tattered and crooked.

The scalding dragon blood rained down from above the inn, then bloomed into countless bright little flowers on the ground.

No matter what, they could not escape hell, and were even bound and punished by forces from who-knows-where. Exhausted, they lay on the roof of the inn, their bodies involuntarily curling up.

She cried out in despair at the spot where she had been hit.

But perhaps because she had lost too much strength, the beast's voice quickly went from high to low, until it turned into a desperate whimper because it could no longer make a sound.

Finally, realizing that he had been doing nothing of value, the black dragon's body fell heavily back to the top floor of the inn, and he closed his eyes in pain as if he had lost his life.

■■■The body that was originally out of sight was now coiled up on the upper level of the Hell Inn—the scales near the head of the black dragon suddenly began to swell after she closed her eyes, until they began to resemble snow-covered glaciers and mountains.

Her body was frozen.

The patterns of ice and snow, carrying a chilling aura, began to spread to the surroundings.

The creature perched on the top floor of the Hell Inn unfurled its tattered dorsal fin.

Accompanied by the sound of ocean currents, snow began to fall around the Hell Inn.

—It was black snow, more like ashes than snow.

After ■■■ gave up leaving the Pride Ring and quieted down, an eerie silence fell over the area of ​​the Hell Inn. Apart from the low breathing of the dragon that ■■■ had transformed into, there was no other sound in the entire world.