I open a restaurant in hell

Ah ~

A wonderful night has begun!

Dante, who was working overtime in the kitchen at the moment, had only four words in his inner monologue.

I'm an idiot.

"Boss! Another plate of fried chicken wings!"

Mark, who was wearing a mask and announcing the names of the dishes, had a very penetrating and energetic voice.

"Okay! The crunchy potatoes are ready!" Dante replied to Mark in the same loud voice.

Mark heard something was wrong.

After Dante finished shouting, he was holding crunchy potatoes in his hand. His eyes under the mask were staring at the kitchen door, and he was mumbling something like a curse.

"Why am I still being called around as a boss?"

“Is it my sin to know how to cook?”

"No boss is worried about making money. Why is Mark worried?"

"Am I going to stay in the kitchen and be a ruthless cooking machine?"

"assembly line?"

"Ah, the future is dark."

"If I had known, I would have opened a supermarket... Hello Squidward."

"My waist hurts so much!"

The eyes under the mask gradually became hollow, and the distance between the kitchen door in front of him and Dante was being twisted and lengthened.

"Am I really in hell..."

Suddenly, Dante, who was staring at the kitchen door and thinking about the devil's life, felt a light touch on his hand, and looked down to see Mark.

At this moment, he was holding a plate of chicken wings in his hand and looking at Dante with his head tilted.

Mark had already come in before that. Seeing that Dante was silent and staring at the kitchen door in a daze, he also followed Dante's gaze and looked at the kitchen door.

Then Mark saw that the kitchen floor was a little dirty.

"Is there anything over there from the boss's kitchen door?" Mark asked, holding the chicken wings.

Dante looked down at Mark. Even if Mark didn't take off his mask, Dante could still imagine the confused look under the mask.

"On the other side of the door...is freedom."

"What? Freedom?"

"What? By the way, the restaurant..." Dante finally came to his senses and was about to ask something when Mark anticipated the question and answered it in advance.

"There are only 6 demons left in the restaurant, and the reason they gathered before was because a demon died next to our restaurant... But unfortunately, the body has been taken away now."

Dante:?

Dante suspected that he had heard wrongly, but Dante confirmed that he had heard wrongly.

Mark clearly felt that Dante was stunned for a moment, and then added:

"Don't worry about the boss, it doesn't stink yet and it won't affect business!"

Dante seemed to see the bright smile under the mask, and nodded blankly.

"One last thing, I can..." This time Dante predicted Mark.

"No."

"That ear..."

"That's even worse. By the way, the guests have been waiting too long."

Finally, Mark reluctantly looked away from Dante's furry ears and tail and went out with the chicken wings.

After confirming that Mark was gone, Dante moved his cervical vertebrae, then arched his back, straightened his arms, folded his palms everted and then slowly straightened up, his furry ears bent to both sides, and his tail behind him straightened and turned into An arc, and then there was a crackling on the back.

"Ouch~~!"

"Why did the old problem from my life come back to me again?" Dante stretched and moved his shoulders and started cooking again.

Not long after Mark left, he reported the names of several more dishes. Dante, who was cutting vegetables, stopped, lowered his voice, tensed his facial muscles, and said through gritted teeth:

"Tmd, that's great."

After scolding, Dante sighed and continued to chop vegetables. He gradually became depressed. He was the only one in the kitchen. Mark ran in and out without a chance to talk to him.

Only then did Dante think of the system.

"Is the system here? Please evaluate me." Dante was peeling a potato at the moment.

[Dog man, you just thought of me now, right? ] The voice of the system is as cool as a domineering female president.

"Tsk."

[Why! elder brother! I'm kidding! Don't ban it! Evaluating you, right? wait a minute! Let me search the vocabulary! ]

[OK, found it! I found the 4 words that suit you best! ]

"Say!" Dante peeled the potatoes a little faster.

He was indeed looking forward to it, but in the next second his expectations would be put into a grinder, crushed into powder and poured into the toilet.

[Short and sweet! How about it? It's appropriate! ]

Dante was expressionless after hearing this, and even wanted to laugh a little, and then he said to the system:

"I do, you don't, don't scream, don't howl, then I will stir-fry nm in my pot 360 degrees! Add salt and cumin!"

[ha? I’m going to get 75 f*cking sunshine directly! Tomb Devourer! Swallow nmm’s tombstone!]

Dante took a second and a half to understand this sentence and responded to the system:

"You're such a retarded thing that makes you shine even if you give it some sunshine! Shut down!"

[Why! you play

This time the chatter provided inspiration to the system, so it started to draw... vines and cats.

After exchanging insults with the system, Dante was in a good mood and quickly finished cooking the demons' meals and took them out.

For the first time after Dante went to hell, he experienced the sense of busyness he had during his lifetime, but without the sense of resentment and powerlessness.

Probably because he heard the devils laughing and sincerely praising the food Dante made.

"Watt! Fuck! This shit is so delicious!"

Power +1

"Boss! Come again..."

Trigger a crit!

Waist durability—666

Negative status: strain

After a while, the restaurant gradually became quiet.

Dante touched his waist and opened the kitchen door and slowly stuck his head out.

The restaurant was empty, except for plates and bowls of different sizes piled up behind the front desk, and Mark standing in front of the restaurant with his tail swishing back and forth, looking around.

Could it be! This is a sign of getting off work!

Dante was so excited that he punched his waist hard and then closed the kitchen door. After cleaning up the kitchen briefly, he took off his apron, put on his suit and hid his tail, put on his gloves and hat, took the gentleman's hand and turned it around in his hands before walking forward confidently. The kitchen door symbolizes freedom.

If Dante wasn't wearing a mask, he would definitely be able to see that sweet smile under the mask.

Dante:???Yeah~ It’s time to get off work~

Mark, who was standing in front of the restaurant looking forward to the next customer, heard footsteps coming from behind.

Mark and Dante looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed on both sides.

Dante: How should I say this?

Mark: How should I explain to the boss why I am standing in front of the restaurant soliciting customers?

Dante stood upright with his cane in his hand. He looked at Mark and then turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall, organized his words and said:

"According to the agreement, if there are no customers in 10 seconds, we will close the door."

"Okay, no problem boss." Mark's tone was not as... bad as Dante imagined?

But because of this, Dante felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, Mark shouldn't be allowed to wear a mask... tnd can't see emotions at all!

"In view of your good performance today, 10 seconds will become 40 seconds... If there are no customers within 40 seconds, I will really close the door."

"Ah? Okay! No problem!"

Mark, who was about to close the door, looked at Dante in surprise, but Dante found the wheelchair and moved it to the center of the restaurant, where he sat down with a gloomy face.

"It's really going to close this time, in 40 seconds." After saying that, Dante turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall, but what he was thinking was...

My waist... hurts so much.

but……

Another 35 seconds...as I expected, well no customers.

The smile under the mask gradually became crazier...

My vacation is coming! You can't stop me Mark! Your boss won't work overtime!

15 seconds!

Heh → Heh → Heh → Hahaha ↗ Ah ↑ Ha ↗ Ha ↗ Ha!

Dante relied on his crazy facial expressions while wearing a mask, and the system took out a high-definition camera to shoot Dante's face with the comic material from his days as GG.

Wait another 6 seconds and tell Mark the restaurant is closed! No! Can't laugh out loud! Marco will be sad!

Dante suddenly stood up! Mark, who had been watching Dante shake his shoulders for a while as if he was having a cramp, was frightened and took a few steps back.

"Vata Shiva Kami...cough! Cough! I have to get off work tonight. I performed well tonight. Don't keep it up. The dishes will be washed tomorrow. Remember to lock the door and say goodbye. I'm going to bed. Good night Mark!"

Dante didn't give Mark a chance to reply and turned around. As soon as he put his feet on the steps, he heard the sound of a radio that he hadn't heard for a long time but was extremely familiar to him.

"Hey~! Hello! Dante! Long time no see! I haven't seen you in the past few days! Did you miss me? My friend!" Alastor had a smile on his face, and he strode over and ignored him. The little devil standing by the door.

Dante didn't answer or turn around, just sighed heavily in a voice that everyone could hear.

Mark: The boss is unhappy.

Alastor: Huh? What's leaking?

Dante, who didn't want to work overtime, thought of two countermeasures to this uninvited guest.

1. Pretend to die of cardiac paralysis.

2. Tactfully tell Alastor that I have to get off work.

Just when Dante was thinking of a countermeasure, Alastor had already arrived behind Dante, and before he could react, he held his shoulders and walked towards the front desk.

"Oh~ I really miss the egg fried rice you made for me! I think I will never forget the taste! Ah! Delicious!"

Dante nodded in agreement, but under the mask he kept rolling his eyes and making faces at Alastor.

The system captured everything and used it as material.

System: 20 pages ready! Done! The number of pages seems a little short...forget it! Color it!

"By the way, what have you been busy with these past few days? When I came to see you, you kept... Who is that little guy? Your employee?" Alastor, who had been chattering all the time, finally noticed the little devil huddled next to the door.

"Ah? Yes! He is my employee! Hardworking and capable!"

My waist is almost fucked to pieces, uh~ it hurts!

Alastor sat on the chair at the front desk, crossed his hands, crossed his legs and looked at Dante with a smile:

"I didn't expect you to recruit a devil as your employee. No matter what, you just like it! So, when are you going to make egg fried rice for me?"

Do you think I look like egg fried rice?

"What? Did you say something?" Alastor heard Dante speak, but couldn't hear what he said.

"I said...hey, forget it Mark, go and close the door." Dante's voice was extremely tired.

Mark, who was called, quickly closed the door and stood up straight, looking at Dante and waiting for the next instruction.

Alastor turned his head without turning around, and looked at Mark with a strange look accompanied by the noise from the radio. He showed his sharp yellow teeth and said with a smile:

"Hello, Mark!"

Mark's body trembled slightly and he took a few steps back.

"Oh, it seems that this little thing is afraid of me~ Hahaha!" Alastor burst out laughing looking at Mark's fearful look.

"Okay, stop teasing my employees." Dante said and sat on another chair next to Alastor.

Dante looked at Alastor and said with an extremely serious tone and posture:

"Are you playing O God?"

Alastor: "No, I play fifth."

System: I play Obi Island!