My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 247: Chapter 107 Nyarlathotep’s Prior Beguilement

"Manager, this bitter melon isn’t that bitter at all," Nyarlathotep said with an air of indifference, making Chen Ze’s mouth twitch repeatedly.

"Don’t worry, next time you come, I’ll make sure to treat you properly," Chen Ze said with a strained smile, looking at Nyarlathotep. Next time, Chen Ze planned to buy the world’s bitterest substance and make Nyarlathotep a dry noodle dish with it.

It would be even better to add capsaicin and Devil’s Chili Pepper to make a monstrous turkey noodle dish, so Nyarlathotep could truly experience the pain of life.

"Alright then, by the way, Manager, could you get some chemicals for me?" Nyarlathotep looked at Chen Ze with hopeful eyes. He had always been researching how to extract nuclear materials in that world, but to no avail.

"No way, you should figure it out yourself," Chen Ze rolled his eyes; he knew exactly what Nyarlathotep intended to do. It was too easy to guess, but that didn’t mean Chen Ze would agree.

You’ve got to be kidding, an alien god wants to kickstart the industrial revolution in a magic world and rush into capitalist society?

Even if Chen Ze dared to agree, he couldn’t get those things, and it would be like asking for trouble. If he bought them today, he’d probably have to deal with "Dongfeng Express" delivery tomorrow. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Tch, what a pity. I had invented the steam engine earlier but found it kind of useless since that world has similar engineering," Nyarlathotep looked visibly disappointed.

Chen Ze couldn’t help but rub his temples. Well, it looked like Nyarlathotep really intended to lead the oppressed people of the other world into capitalism on the double.

Just thinking about it made Chen Ze unable to resist running upstairs, taking down a few books, and placing them in front of Nyarlathotep.

"Are you interested in learning about this?" Chen Ze looked at Nyarlathotep with a smile.

"Marxism, Socialism, The Wealth of Nations? What are these? They seem to have nothing to do with my research," Nyarlathotep said, looking confusedly at Chen Ze. This helped Chen Ze understand one thing, that this particular Nyarlathotep didn’t have an avatar in his own world.

It was unclear if the memory of avatars of this alien god was non-communicative or if this one existed solely in the other world.

"Oh, this is also something good. You know what Hastur is doing, right?" Chen Ze sat down, seeing that there were no customers at the moment.

Betty had already taken Andrew upstairs to play Pro Evolution Soccer, so Chen Ze had time to chat with Nyarlathotep.

"Of course, he is developing a nurturing game. I’ve been to his Wind Moon Band’s concert. It’s really hot on the negative plane, and there are fan clubs on the positive plane too," Nyarlathotep took a sip of cola. It was something he naturally knew.

Moreover, he had even attended the concert. He had to admit the atmosphere was incredibly lively, giving Nyarlathotep the feeling of preaching.

"What about you? Planning to work on your invention?" Chen Ze had heard Lafra and Hastur mention Nyarlathotep’s work before. He had to say Nyarlathotep indeed had the ability of a mad scientist.

"Of course, let me tell you, I’m now researching how to make computers," Nyarlathotep seemed in very good spirits.

"You know how to do that too?" Chen Ze was genuinely surprised. What did you need a computer for? Were you planning to lead the other world’s people straight into the information age?

Chen Ze always felt that this alien god’s image wasn’t quite what he had imagined. In theory, beings like Nyarlathotep should be like natural-born supervillains.

"No, so I took apart a computer to study it," Nyarlathotep answered Chen Ze straightforwardly.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, and he silently pulled out his phone, only to find there was no signal, and put it away again.

"Whose computer did you dismantle?" Chen Ze asked somewhat apprehensively; he knew of only two computers in the other world.

"Of course, it’s Hastur, what, you’ve given someone else a computer?" Nyarlathotep immediately caught Chen Ze’s implication.

Chen Ze took a deep breath, then asked another question, "So, have you fixed it?" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Fixed it, who do you think I am? You don’t think I have that ability?" Chen Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was fixed, otherwise if Hastur came to kill him, Chen Ze would only have to throw them both out.

Although Chen Ze’s restaurant was protected by a Magic Circle and was safe, Andrew was still there. If Andrew were to face the aura of these two, Chen Ze worried he might go crazy.

"Don’t you want to play a bigger nurturing game?" Chen Ze continued to tempt Nyarlathotep.

Nyarlathotep looked at Chen Ze with a very strange gaze. Chen Ze’s tone and expression seemed like he was using his own leftover set.

"No thanks, goodbye." Nyarlathotep came with a triple refusal and then left.

Chen Ze stared blankly, then realized, was he trying to play tricks in front of an Outer God who excels at manipulating human hearts? Wasn’t that like swinging a big saber in front of Guan Yu?

Chen Ze sighed. It seemed the three books could only be given to Hastur, Chen Ze was curious what kind of world Hastur would create if he took an interest.

Chen Ze went upstairs to check, and since Nyarlathotep had left, it was now time to call Betty and the others down.

"So that’s how you play the game, you really are talented." Chen Ze had just walked upstairs when he heard this.

Chen Ze gritted his teeth, that Succubus must have been secretly playing his online game again.

"Betty, come down, the lunch break is over." Chen Ze entered with an expressionless face and then saw Betty using Real Madrid while Andrew was using Barcelona.

"Hehe, okay, Manager." Betty immediately put down the controller and went downstairs.

Chen Ze walked over, picked up the controller, and sighed while looking at Andrew who clearly was very confused.

"Did you choose this team yourself?"

Andrew shook his head blankly; he simply couldn’t understand how to play the game.

Chen Ze looked at the TV screen again, the first half had just ended, with Barcelona conceding thirteen goals to Real Madrid.

"Play less with your sister Betty in the future, come down with me, Elena is probably on her way." Chen Ze ruffled Andrew’s hair and then took him downstairs.

Chen Ze returned to the kitchen, guessing that Elena would be arriving soon, as he had told her to come around this time the next day.

"Uncle, my brother... brother..." Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Elena’s voice was heard in the restaurant.

"Sister... I’m sorry..." Andrew looked at Elena guiltily, her eyes full of blood vessels, her hand covered in wounds, and those dirty little feet.

"Brother!" Elena cried and held Andrew, the familiar warmth, the familiar person, at this moment Elena’s heart finally relaxed.