Marvel: My Sign-in System-Chapter 300 - 291

"Wow, wow, wow! Look who we have here?"

Behind the bar, a demon with purple skin and bartender attire put on an exaggerated expression, as if he'd just seen something unbelievable.

"This is really interesting. I never thought Sefonis would welcome a living person. Damn, this is fascinating. I can practically smell your unique scent."

He let out a regretful sigh. "It's a shame that my professional ethics prevent me from doing anything to you. But tell me, when you humans decided to stroll into hell, did you ever stop to think about what might happen?"

As he spoke, he subtly raised his chin, signaling the people in front of him to look behind them.

At some point, the demons in the tavern had risen from their chairs. Their gazes had changed—sharp, predatory. It was the way a hunter looks at its prey.

In hell, demons saw humans as food. And not just any food—the most exquisite of delicacies.

It was difficult for them to enter the human world. But now, a banquet had walked right through the door.

It was as if a plump bison had willingly stepped into a tiger's den.

"I can't even begin to imagine what will happen," a voice answered.

The speaker was a tall, slender woman, her tone calm, almost playful.

And in the next instant—

A burly figure at the edge of the group turned his head, pulling back his hood. Under the dim, flickering lights, his face was revealed—handsome, sharp, undeniably masculine.

Then his eyes turned blood-red.

Boom!

A terrifying aura erupted from his body.

The sheer force of it swept through the entire tavern like a hurricane, slamming into the demons with crushing pressure. It was as if the sky itself had inverted and was pressing down on them. The weaker demons collapsed instantly, fainting on the spot.

Even the stronger ones looked as if they had been slammed into their seats, their expressions twisted in pain.

Click! Click! Click!

The chandeliers of chained skulls hanging from the ceiling rattled violently, swaying under the force. The tavern's walls cracked, and dust sprinkled from above.

"Enough! Enough!!"

Behind the bar, the bartender struggled to stay upright, his expression full of horror.

If this continued, the entire tavern would be reduced to rubble.

The leading woman raised her hand.

At her silent command, the man reined in his terrifying aura.

The storm of power that had filled the tavern vanished.

Bang!

Even so, one of the chandeliers couldn't withstand the strain. It snapped from its chain and crashed to the floor, shattering. The eerie green-blue flames that had once lit the room now licked hungrily at the ground.

A nearby demon—one unlucky enough to be caught in the fire—didn't even have time to scream. Within seconds, they were reduced to ashes.

Yet no one reacted.

Most of the demons lay unconscious, and the few that remained upright—three particularly strong ones—sat slumped in their chairs, their faces full of terror as they stared at the group of humans.

They couldn't believe it.

A bunch of humans had just done this?

To demons like them, this tavern was a luxury. Only those strong enough—bounty hunters, enforcers, or minions of some greater demon—could afford to be here.

And yet, even the bounty hunters, warriors of hell, had been utterly crushed by a human's aura alone.

It shattered their understanding of human weakness. fгeewebnovёl.com

"While I admit I'm surprised," the bartender finally spoke, his voice now wary, "it's unwise for you to cause trouble here."

Ding~

His words faltered.

Before his eyes, the leading woman lightly tapped the table.

A flash of azure light flickered.

Several finely crafted gold coins landed on the surface.

The bartender's eyes widened in shock.

In an instant, his attitude flipped.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he snatched the coins from the table, inspecting them closely.

His lips curled into a flattering smile.

"Aha! What can I do for you, esteemed guests?"

There was nothing money couldn't solve.

If money didn't solve a problem, it simply meant there wasn't enough of it.

And these coins... These weren't ordinary hell coins.

They were intermediate soul coins.

In hell's economy, just a handful of these were worth more than the entire tavern itself.

He no longer cared whether the people in front of him were human or demon. As far as he was concerned, nothing that had just happened even mattered.

Wealth granted privilege everywhere.

Of course, that privilege only lasted as long as the person wielding it had enough strength to keep their wealth.

And these humans? They were strong enough.

"We need to buy some information," the woman said.

"Of course," the bartender replied smoothly. "But may I ask how I should address you?"

The woman reached up, pulling back her hood.

"Natasha."

Her face was revealed—a beauty even demons in hell would admire. Heroic yet irresistibly alluring, with an air of confidence that set her apart. Even succubi would find it hard to compete with her.

She flicked her slightly curled burgundy hair back, raising a slender eyebrow as she met the bartender's gaze.

The demon bartender let out a small cough, momentarily stunned.

"Ahem... intoxicatingly beautiful," he said, his voice full of admiration. "Believe me, lovely lady, you'd find great happiness in hell."

For a bartender in a demon tavern, shameless flattery was just part of the job.

Natasha didn't react. She simply stood there, watching him, expression unchanged.

The bartender shrugged, unfazed.

"We can get you any information you need," he assured her. "But if you're looking for something extensive, we'll need time."

Hearing this, Natasha's lips curled into a knowing smile.