My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 141: Chapter 1 Come, Be an Idol!

"So? You just dumped those four guys into your establishment?" Chen Ze asked while wiping a glass and looking at Hastur, who was sitting opposite the kitchen.

"Haha, exactly. I watched one of your anime before and thought the concept of hostesses from different species was quite interesting," Hastur proudly took a sip of chilled cola.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. He really hadn’t expected Hastur to come up with such a thing, let alone that four fools actually went to His sealed land.

The whole operation was legal, compliant, and reasonable, leaving the Dark Council no reason to take away these four intelligent beings possibly related to the Eye Organization.

Chen Ze shook his head and continued polishing his glass.

After Betty had left, Chen Ze went out to buy a lot of alcohol, both strong spirits and beer.

After all, Chen Ze had previously made a bottle of particularly bad liquor himself and wanted to try if he could make something by mixing different types of alcohol.

"But Hastur, haven’t you considered one issue?" Chen Ze poured out some vodka and mixed it with erguotou.

"What’s the issue?" Hastur, newly turned into a white-haired hostess, asked with confusion.

His powers were weakened here, preventing him from reading minds.

"Even if you really train those four into qualified hostesses, how are you planning to attract customers?" Or rather, which customers with their screws loose would dare to go there? That place is a forbidden zone.

If they go for fun, they might just enjoy the one-click job change from customers to hostesses.

"Don’t worry, I have my methods. I can get the Dark Council to help me set up the shop, and just send those four little creatures there," Hastur said as He took a bite of the curry pork chop.

Chen Ze scratched his head; another fail. Even with both bottles of spirits completely mixed, no brewing hint appeared.

"By the time, I’ll get the Dark Council to recruit some people for me, a few from every race, and then I can..." Chen Ze rolled his eyes; this master’s ideas were quite grand.

You provide the personnel, you pay for their training, all the costs are yours, but the profits are mine.

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And if Hastur were to speak, the Dark Council would definitely rush over enthusiastically to provide meticulous services.

They might even get a few from the upright planes involved, ensuring every race supplies a few hostesses from there as well.

By then, you might hear conversations like this.

"Hey old Pope, that one wants you to provide two hostesses from each race, get ready quickly."

"Is that really okay? Doing this, what about the reputation of our Church?"

"Sure thing, then I’ll have a word with that one, let Him come and have a chat with you."

"Hold on, I think two from each race is too monotonous; four would be just right."

Facing such outrageous prospects, Chen Ze felt he must intervene, but Hastur wouldn’t listen to him. And to use a favor from Hastur over this seemed a waste.

Then Chen Ze remembered another anime, and the phrase, ’I’m not some kind of demon after all.’

"Hastur, as a powerful Ancient Ruler, don’t you think this is too boring, needing others to do it for you? There’s no joy in it," Chen Ze poured away the weird-smelling drink.

Chen Ze felt that Hastur was just interested in nurturing games. And what’s the most important in nurturing games?

It’s the sense of participation - the sense of achievement you get from watching your characters improve step by step. What’s the point if you’re given a character that’s already nurtured to the max right from the start?

He probably will delete the game after a few days, unable to speak of the joy that raising-style games bring.

"You seem to make some sense," Hastur said thoughtfully, nodding as he took a bite of the Mapo Tofu.

"Hastur, do you know what idols are?" Chen Ze threw out his bait.

"Idols?" Hastur’s eyes lit up. He certainly knew what they were, combining the memories he previously accessed with the concept of holding concerts in a place crowded with people.

"Right, if you know about idols, don’t you think it would be more interesting to train a group of them by hand?" Chen Ze smiled.

"Are they the ones who curse at the audience during concerts, calling them ’baka,’ ’hentai,’ ’no race’?" Hastur seemed quite interested.

The corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched—those memories were excessively detailed.

"No, no, no, only a very few idols can do that, and even then, those are voice actors..." Chen Ze scratched his head and eventually gave up on explaining. freēwēbnovel.com

"So what should I do?" Hastur leaned in, excited.

"Hmm... let me first take a look at those four fellows." After all, the top criteria for idols to become famous quickly is to be pretty and cute—most of the audience judges by looks.

And the not-so-good-looking but talented singers need to build a reputation, or it’s hard to get ahead.

"Just like this," Hastur waved his hand, and magic power converged to form four victims.

Chen Ze’s first impression was utter rejection.

Although they might still be quite pretty, the scars on their faces and the marks of the years made it difficult for anyone to utter a ’well done.’

Only the petite and cute little fairy seemed alright.

"Hastur, I think the first thing is, you need to give these four a makeover and then train their singing and dancing skills..." Chen Ze detailed what Hastur needed to do.

"Makeover... that means to make them look better, right?" Hastur recalled that he only knew one makeup technique.

"Yes, and you need to establish personas for the four idols," Chen Ze nodded, confirming that looking good was all that mattered.

"Personas?" Yet another term he had never heard of.

"Yes... like this little fairy," Chen Ze pointed at the fairy.

"She looks cute, so either let her fully embody cuteness, making others instantly say ’well done’ or ’Ah Wei is dead’ or something..."

"Who is Ah Wei?" Chen Ze realized that Hastur was developing into a curiosity baby.

How would I know who Ah Wei is? I only know that the number of times Ah Wei has died could circle the Earth several times.

"Don’t worry about it too much, or make this little fairy a tsundere. That would create a gap moe..." After Chen Ze shared everything he knew, he let Hastur go back to figure out how to raise idols on his own.

"I never thought that Hastur would actually like these kinds of games," Chen Ze looked at his WeChat, filled with a string of payment records.

"Well, it’s good either way. Time to sleep, time to sleep," Chen Ze yawned.

Meanwhile, in the negative plane, the four intelligent beings of the Serpent High Priest looked nervously at the hooded man standing in front of them with confidence.

"You four, come be idols!"