Spirit Hotel

Theres no turning back

When they finally made their way back to the bar, Feisha noticed some neworganisms.

Other than Hughes, Jin and Asa, all of whom hed already met, there was also a dwarf with a face full of wrinkles, a beautiful redhead faerie this was deduced from his pointy ears and a reclusive-looking young man with brown, curly long hair. The reason for this assumption was because he sat a full ten metres away from everyone else.

Is this all the staff that work here?

We welcome your addition to the team.

Feisha felt compelled to give a little advice. Have you considered not putting the word Hotel on your recruitment ads and calling this place a hostel instead?

Would you apply for this job if that were the case? asked Isefel.

No. He wouldnt touch this place with a ten-foot pole.

Thats why I havent considered it.

This guys a serial scammer, Feisha decided.

Through Hughes introductions, he finally understood the overall structure of the hotel.

The invisible person, Hughes: In charge of room management. Reason being that he can clean rooms without anyone noticing, and therefore avoid disrupting the guests.

Feishas thoughts: So guests might have a naked, invisible man walking around their room at any given time?

The titan, Asakritos: Head of security. He has the most imposing figure, and the loudest voice.

Feishas thoughts: The presence of Asa was a good decision, daylight robbery needs to employ some intimidation tactics.

The vampire, Gin: Waiter and bartender.

Feishas thoughts: Hes never going to drink anything here other than pure, clear water.

The faerie, Dea: Sales manager.

Feishas thoughts: Man, this guys appearance really appeals to both male and female alike.

The dwarf, Layton: Engineering and repairs manager.

Feishas thoughts: No wonder the dwarfs in fantasy novels all excel in forging weapons and fortification, theres actually a basis for the stereotype.

The werewolf, Antonio: Head chef.

Feishas thoughts: Chefs recommendations must be barbeque, smoked meat, roast meat

The fallen angel, Isefel: CEO.

Feishas thoughts: It makes sense, because with his wings he can oversee the widest range out of everyone.

The human, Feisha Shi: Front desk manager.

Feishas thoughts: Itd better if he didnt think about this one.

Uh, can I ask a quick question?

You may, Hughes answered, smiling softly.

Isnt this hotel made up of a representative from each world? Feisha looked around. Why isnt there a representative for God?

Fallen angels would represent Hell, right?

Arm wound tightly around Hughes waist, Gin laughed as he buried his nose into Hughes neck. God is the creator of this hotel and can take it back at any second if he wishes to. Why would he need a representative?

So hes the chairman, basically. The links in the chain clicked into place and Feisha could at last grasp the hierarchy.

The dark brown, curly long haired reclusive werewolf Antonio finally had enough and got off the chair ten metres away from the rest of them.

Are you guys done? If you are Ill be taking a nap, Antonio said, coolly flipping his hair over his shoulder.

You cant, Gin said innocently, chin propped up on Hughes shoulder. Im hungry.

Antonio was about to rip out his hair from frustration. Didnt you just eat!?

Its all been digested. Gin looked at Antonio innocently.

Im going to shove a block of concrete up your ass, Antonio spat.

Idiot, the organ that digests food is the stomach. My ass is used for other things, Gin said as he stroked Hughes face and playfully blew on it. Isnt that right, darling?

Hughes face turned a little bit red as he turned away, embarrassed.

There are people watching, he murmured.

Gin turned to Feisha. You there, turn around.

Feisha was offended. Why only me? Everyone else is watching as well.

Because theyre not people.

This is blatant racism, thought Feisha as he turned around. Isefel took a ruby brooch out of his pocket and handed it to Feisha.

What is this? Feisha took it off his hands.

Communication device.

Turning the brooch in his hands, Feisha asked, Where are the buttons?

There are none.

Then how do I choose who to talk to?

You cant.

Feisha was confused. Then whats the point of having this thing?

To receive my instructions, Isefel stated plainly.

The brooch was swiftly thrown away.

Its worth twenty-two thousand dollars.

The brooch was swiftly recovered. Feisha turned his hand so that his palm faced upwards. Do you happen to have any more good stuff you wanna give me?

Ill take you to your room. Isefel turned around and started walking away.

Feisha suddenly remember something important and called out to Antonio, who looked on the verge of homicide at Gins constant bothering. Im also hungry.

Antonio didnt even turn around. Do you want to eat raw pork brain or raw beef tenderloin?

Feisha swiftly ran after Isefel.

Feisha knew that the hotel was big, but notthisbig. He leaned on the railing, looking upwards.

How tallisthis thing?

Infinitely tall.

That made Feisha pause momentarily. Is this the legendary recursive decimal?

The relationship between here and heaven is similar to how 0.9 recurring equals 1, Isefel said.

So itll never get there? Seeing Isefel look at him, Feisha elaborated. Despite there being proofs that prove that 0.9 recurring equals 1, recursive numbers dont actually have an end.

Because of that, it loses its ability to ever reach 1.

Your room, said Isefel.

Ha? His room is in a recursive decimal?

Feisha rolled his eyes at the scale-like structure. Is he going to have to spend the prime of his life climbing stairs? An unbidden image of a white-haired old man, hobbling up an endless flight of stairs one by one, surfaced in his mind.

He felt very depressed.

Click. The sound of a door being opened.

Here.

Feisha suddenly realised that Isefel had opened the door to the room next to them. In front of him now was a big, floor-to-ceiling window, curtains patterned with flowers the colour of rich violet and a wheat-coloured lamp style chandelier hanging overhead. The moment he stepped foot in this room, Feisha had fallen in love with the place.

Especially the big bed in the middle that had a radius of at least two metres.

This is amazing! Feisha screamed as he jumped onto the bed.

Rent is three hundred dollars per month. Isefels words were like a bucket of ice water thrown on his parade.

Thats way too expensive! Feisha exclaimed. I work here, where are my employee benefits?

Isefel held out a mat. Or, you could pay thirty cents a month and sleep on the ground at the front counter.

The front counter didnt seem that cold, actually. Feisha seriously considered it for a moment.

There might occasionally be rocks that get thrown in by the air flow outside though.

Feisha decided that he hated meteors. He gritted his teeth. You wont charge me for meals, will you?

Four hundred a month.

Why dont you just go rob people instead!? What kind of meals cost four hundred dollars a month!?

You could opt to pay forty cents a month.

Theres that big of a difference? He might as well go for it if he can. What will I eat?

The rocks that get thrown into the front counter.

Feisha silently calculated the costs. $1700 minus $300 then minus $400; luckily, hed still have a thousand left after expenses, so hes not working for free at least. He resolved to follow the Three Rules of Discipline and Eight Points of Attention; other than food and shelter, he wasnt going to touch anything in this damn place.

Its been a long, tiring day and Feisha hasnt eaten anything, so it was little wonder that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and slept like a rock. The dream world was peaceful at least, there werent any weird creatures trying to say hello. When he finally opened his eyes, it took him a good half minute to recall where he was.

A pair of steely blue eyes stared at him.

What are you doing here? Feisha asked coolly, once his brain processes came back online.

Heheh, Im a vampire crouching in front of a humans bed, what do you think Im doing? Gin said, licking his lips. Two sharp fangs stood out against his blood red tongue.

I think theres something I need to tell you.

Oh? What is it? Gins interest was piqued.

Im not a morning person.

Before Feishas words even registered, a pillow hurtling towards him filled Gins field of vision.

You have canines, thats fucking terrific! Does that give you the right to not knock? Didnt your primary teacher ever teach you about manners? You motherfucker! Feisha roared, smashing his pillow on Gin over and over.

In the quiet hallway, a door was suddenly thrown open to reveal a blond man scrambling out in panic. Behind him, a fuming individual sporting truly impressive bedhead was furiously waving about a pillow, spitting profanities as he went: Get thefuckout of my room! Theres nothing impressive about eating raw shit Id eat salmon every fucking day if I had the money as well-

Backed up against the railings, Gin blocked the attacks with his arm. Are you done? Im going to retaliate if you dont stop.

Then why dont you try retaliating? Just what about waking people up in the middle of the night is there worth being proud of!? Feisha seethed, taking back his pillow and fixing Gin with a furious glare. Slash up your face before going to scare people next time, dont do such a half-assed job of it. Hmph!

Rant over, Feisha picked up his pillow and fumed back to his room.

Gin stared at the doors that have been slammed shut for a long time before coming to his senses.

Did you finally get what was coming to you? As a faerie, Deas beauty was top tier even by faerie standards, so he was breathtakingly beautiful even when he was glancing sideways at Gin.

Gin was not at all appreciative of his beauty.

Its none of your fucking business, he huffed.

Im just not used seeing the guy you try to bully wipe the floor with you.

Gin rubbed his sharp fangs sinisterly on his lips. Would you like to try that again?

Deas face instantly darkened. Once again in a good mood, Gin raised his eyebrows playfully, suddenly transformed into a bat and flew up the staircase with a few flaps of his wings. A scathing flame lit atop Deas palm as he slowly approached the discarded pile of the clothes, then dripped softly like tears and set the pile alight.

The flame roared and instantly flared up. Within the flame, Gins clothes shrivelled up into a ball and crumbled away into ash.

The door was suddenly wrenched open as Feisha stepped out with a dark look and spoke, Dont you know what taking care of the environment is? Go somewhere else to self-immolate.

Im burning clothes.

Then go to the crematory!

He flung the doors shut, a pair of gleaming scissors clenched in his hand. He wants to sleep, he wants to sleep,he wants to sleep!

Feisha resolved to castrate the next person who came within three metres of his room.

Translators notes

The faerie, Dea: sales manager.

Our beautiful fairys name comes from Medea, minus the Me part.

Feishas thoughts: Chefs recommendations must be barbeque, smoked meat, roast meat

Original chefs recommendations: ko ru, xn ru, w hu ru(lit. Barbeque, smoked meat, pork belly)

The last one is actually pork belly, but while it fit in with the theme of having the same last character for meat in Chinese (, ru), it doesnt quite make sense in English to have raw pork belly.

He resolved to follow the Three Rules of Discipline and Eight Points of Attention

You can read all about this delightful military doctrine here:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Rules_of_Discipline_and_Eight_Points_for_Attention

Im not a morning person.

The phrase Feisha says here is that [he] has q chung q, which while it doesnt have a literal translation means that he gets really irritable and grumpy when he first wakes up. The closest English interpretation for this would be that he often wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, or that hes not a morning person.

Im just not used seeing the guy you try to bully wipe the floor with you.

As usual, the original quote: w zh kn b gun n mi c tio run sh zi q f b le(lit. Im just not used to seeing you getting bullied after picking the soft persimmon.)

To pick the soft persimmon is to pick on/bully the soft person, or a person whos weaker than you/everyone else, so to speak. Basically, Deas mocking Gin. (You go, sassy boy)