What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

House slid off the troll's hand and looked at the cave in front of him. The cave entrance was only about two meters high... Well, it seems that Doan wasn't being lazy after all. The size was probably only big enough for him to shove his fist in.

"How long do you two expect to take to get out?"

Kiaran straightened her collar; her shirt was too tight and had a lot of sweat stains on it. She sniffed it and frowned slightly.

The armor she was wearing seemed to be similar to the receptionist uniform she wore at the association; both were battle-damaged and required her to adjust them frequently, which was quite inconvenient.

House shrugged and said to Doan, "This kind of question is like asking a contractor when I'll get paid. We can only tell you—there's no sure."

Kiaran acted swiftly, and after tidying up, he headed into the cave: "We'll finish this as soon as possible. Don't just sit around; hurry up and finish crafting the new royal weapon."

She pulled out her pocket watch: "It's already six o'clock in the afternoon. My prediction is that those guys will arrive around three or four o'clock tomorrow morning. That's only ten hours at most. We have to hurry."

Doan nodded: "I understand. Take care. I'll come back to the cave entrance to pick you up after I finish making the crown."

"Okay," they both said in unison.

Then the cave shook violently, as Duo'an climbed back up the sea cliff.

Just then, a familiar "ding" sounded.

Side quests have been issued.

Please destroy the coastal insect nests.

[Reward: One piece of raw black meteorite ore]

"?"

The mission didn't surprise House, but the reward was... why did he suddenly get a piece of ore? What can he do with it? Sell it for money?

"He slipped away really fast..." Kiaran clicked his tongue as he watched Doan leave.

Did you slip away quickly...?

House has seen many monster movies, such as Godzilla, Kong, and King Ghidorah, but for some reason, those monsters usually move very slowly, as if they are sputtering.

But clearly, Doan doesn't have this problem at all.

Not to mention slowing down, he moves much faster than a normal person when he starts moving.

Although he's a goofball, with such a huge physique and swift movements... House thinks that this goofball, Doan, would probably be quite fierce in a fight.

"Chiaran," House pushed the wheelchair to catch up with her, "didn't you say before that krakens were dwarfs among giants? How big are real giants then?"

The other party did not answer immediately. Kiaran first took out a bunch of colorful stones from her waist, then held the stones in her hand, shook them gently, and threw them out. The stones emitted a warm light, dispelling the darkness in the cave.

House thought to himself, "Are you some kind of Doraemon? How come you can pull anything out of your waist?"

"I haven't seen it. Doan said it only reaches the knees of an average Titan."

The knee position of a normal giant...?

He's almost 20 meters tall himself, but he only reaches the knee of an average giant? Does that mean giants are generally 100 meters tall or taller?

How exactly did the elves defeat these old monsters...?

The two continued deeper into the cave. Apart from the bumpy, uneven ground that made House's butt hurt, there was no danger, no strange smells, no traces, and nothing but the salty smell that is common in sea caves.

However, there is one thing to note: white umbrella-shaped mushrooms often peek out from the crevices in the cave.

House plucked a flower and brought it to his nose to smell it. It had no smell at all. He took a bite... but decided against it. Although the color wasn't bright, he wondered what kind of disease he might get from eating these stinky fungi.

He shrugged and tossed the mushroom aside; hmm... a problem was bothering him.

Mushrooms are quite resilient, but they wouldn't usually choose to settle in seaside caves where there are no nutrients, would they?

What do they eat?

Tsk... Damn it, every time this happens, House regrets not studying harder in his previous life. He never thought these common sense things would be useful in another world. He no longer laughs at those guys who are so bored in real life that they build doomsday survival shelters. Maybe those guys are also transmigrators, preparing for the future.

Clapper, clapper.

House stared at the greatsword on Kiaran's back that was swaying and making a sound, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

"Chiaran, can I borrow your sword for a bit?"

Kiaran glanced back at him, puzzled, but still drew his sword:

"...Give."

House took the sword with both hands, weighing the German-style two-handed greatsword in his hand. The nearly five-foot-long blade was encased in a thick, pure black leather scabbard, devoid of any superfluous embellishments. The sword was plain and unadorned, its cross-shaped hilt rugged and unadorned, with dents along the edges and a straight, cone-like spine...

Greatsword, the romance of men, House thought this weapon was absolutely awesome.

Unfortunately... the weight of this sword seemed a bit too heavy, so heavy that it could even be described as terrifying. House gritted his teeth and could barely lift the sword in front of him, but that was all he could do.

He could clearly feel his center of gravity shifting horizontally forward...

Because this sword is so damn heavy.

If he were to swing his sword now, he was certain that the wheelchair beneath him would be thrown backwards due to the shift in his center of gravity.

House recalled the scene of Chiarand wielding his sword with one hand in his mind. Was he kidding?

This thing is roughly as heavy as an empty barbell in the gym! It must weigh around 40... no, 50 pounds!

"Holy crap... wait... big sister, this sword is way too heavy...?"

House watched as Kiaran effortlessly sheathed his sword, a sense of admiration and awe rising within him: "Can even a high-ranking swordsman do something like this?"

Kiaran shook his head: "Swordsmen are ranked not by strength, but by skill. You don't need to use me as a reference, because my strength is greater than that of many Saint-level, and even King-level, swordsmen."

House thought to himself, "You really pulled off that show... Do you also do a hundred push-ups, a hundred squats, a hundred sit-ups, and ten kilometers a day?"

But he really didn't understand where such terrifying strength came from for a slender and cute girl.

"So you have a set of techniques for training strength?"

The girl slung the sword back over her shoulder: "There's no such thing. It's something I was born with."

Good heavens, it's a natural talent... Even the Hulk needed technology and mutation, but you solved it with just one talent, right?

"I thought you knew," Kiaran suddenly said.

"You know?" House was taken aback. "Know what?"

Kiaran parted her lips slightly, then turned around and stopped. Without saying a word, she lifted her shirt.

"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?!" House quickly covered his eyes with his hands, leaving only a few slits. "Lady, men and women shouldn't touch each other... and I wasn't mentally prepared..."

"Why?"

House stopped mid-sentence, because he didn't see the expected girl's alluring body through the gaps between his fingers. Instead... he saw something incredibly familiar.

Below her chest, Kiaran's skin was covered with dense clusters of emerald-green crystals. She tapped them gently with her fingers, and the crystals made a series of crisp sounds.

House's lips twitched slightly. The crystals looked exactly like his two thighs, only in different colors.

Kiaran sighed softly:

"Because I also have this disease, the Magic Crystal Disease."