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

Moreover, this person is still the same as he was in his previous life before he became disabled, with a carefree and irresponsible demeanor and an outfit as idiotic as a stray dog's.

House immediately thought he was seeing things and quickly rubbed his eyes, but no matter how much he rubbed, the other person was still standing behind Chiaran.

House's scalp began to tingle... Could this not be a hallucination?

And Kiaran, whose consciousness was already beginning to drift away, roared with difficulty:

"What...are you doing...! Come here...!"

House then remembered that he was supposed to save someone, but as soon as he put his hand on the chair wheel, he noticed that "himself" suddenly started moving.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and then shook his head slightly.

A slight and simple movement, yet it was enough to stump House. What the hell does this mean? Don't let yourself go?

Are you kidding me?! Chiaran is going to die!!

What exactly is that thing? Is it... is it a living being?

"What are you...?" House tried to talk to him, but the other party did not respond at all, only repeating these two actions: shaking his head and making an X with his hands.

Seeing House standing still, Chiara was furious. She spat out the blood that had welled up in her mouth.

"What the hell are you doing! Help...ha...ha...help me...ah!"

House was now in a real bind. He was going crazy. He put his hand on the wheelchair but couldn't bring himself to move it. In desperation, he gritted his teeth and thought, "To hell with that, saving lives is the priority!"

So he paddled toward Kiarland, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw House approaching. But then "House" started acting up again. When he saw that House wouldn't listen to him and insisted on getting closer, he suddenly started yelling like a madman.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!!"

"......???"

House's expression at this moment was ashen, like he'd eaten shit. What's wrong with Byd? Why is he barking like a dog??

"Woof woof woof woof!! Woof woof woof woof!!"

And one shout wasn't enough; he kept shouting louder and louder. Seeing this bastard still standing there, Chiaran was so angry he felt like he was going to die: "Are you... out of your mind...? You... really want... me to die...?"

Overwhelmed by the fear of death, the girl's eyes reddened, and she began to sob. Looking at House, she said pitifully:

"Please... save... me..."

But this time, after he said those words, Kiaran didn't hear a sound.

She looked up in confusion and noticed that House's expression had suddenly turned cold.

He frowned, straightened his back, and the wheelchair not only didn't move forward but even moved back two steps, which made Chiaran extremely anxious:

"Hey! What...what are you doing...!?"

House, who was looking down at her with his chin raised, suddenly spoke up: "You know... I've always thought my memory wasn't very good, but I remember some outrageous things very clearly. I was just thinking... why did this bastard suddenly start barking like a dog like a madman?"

"But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure it out. However, the face of that madwoman, Omia, suddenly flashed through my mind..."

"Do you know why? Because this crazy woman has always wanted to turn me into her dog."

Kiaran stared in shock at the eloquent House: "What...what nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden?! Help me—"

"No, no, no..." House immediately waved his hand to interrupt her, "And like a chain reaction, when I think of Omia's face... I also think of the [bottle of medicine] she gave me to try last night."

"Let me think what she said again?"

House crossed his arms and pondered:

"Oh...right. She said the medicine was made with the body fluids of the mama eel, the venom of the thousand-toothed ray, and a certain amount of—[white umbrella mushroom powder]."

"If I don't experience any illusions that are hard to distinguish from reality after drinking it, then it's successful."

At this point, Kiaran's blood-soaked face trembled violently, while House glanced at his feet.

He was so focused on this damn fog that he didn't even have time to look down.

The mushrooms that once covered the ground have all disappeared long ago.

Almost the instant House looked up again, Kiaran's skin peeled off, her beautiful husk was torn apart with a ripping sound, and from that husk emerged a monster with six pairs of compound eyes.

It has wasp-like wings, an ant-like head, a human-like height and build... and countless fungal threads emerging from the cracks in its black carapace.

A flashing lightning spear appeared in the opponent's hollow compound eyes. Before it could even react, the electrical charge exploded around its head with a crackling sound like firecrackers. The high temperature of the lightning had baked its carapace apart.

With a thud, the nameless insect monster died on the spot—or rather, the fungus controlling it within its body died.

House looked around; the "self" he knew had vanished sometime during the night. So that's how it is... The principle behind Omia's drug is to create a subconscious "safety net" for you after you've fallen into a hallucination.

If I hadn't accidentally drunk that medicine... I probably would be helping that fake "Chiaran" by now.

As for why that "self" had to remind itself in such a brainless way as barking like a dog...

House thought it was probably because a day had passed and the drug's effects had weakened, or perhaps the drug was still in the experimental stage.

"But no matter what... I owe you one, Omia."

The next second, as wisps of black smoke rose from the charred insect corpse, the fog around House vanished with a whoosh.

With a ringing in his ears, House regained consciousness. Familiar light returned to his vision, and he looked at the large patch of white mushrooms that Kiaran had chopped away, realizing that he hadn't moved an inch from the beginning.

But it's clear that he wasn't the only one who got infected.

Not far in front of him, Kiaran wasn't so lucky. The girl lay on the ground in pain, curled up in a ball, and murmured uncontrollably.

"Hey!" House rushed forward and picked her up. Seeing that Chiaran was still unconscious, House grabbed her shoulders and shook her violently.

"Feed him/her?"

"Chiaran? Chiaran? Wake up! Tsk... these damn mushrooms...!"

House's calls had little effect; Kiaran showed no sign of waking up. This was troublesome... Damn, was this hallucination really that real?

At that moment, the girl in his arms suddenly murmured sweetly, "Ah... so big and long... I love it the most..."

House was startled: "Holy crap, what the hell were you dreaming about?!"

"Greatswords...I love them the most..."

House: "..."

Helpless, House could only place Kiaran across his lap; he had to get away from this damned white-capped mushroom field at least first.

But as everyone knows, a person who has fainted is much heavier than a person who is conscious, not to mention that this girl is carrying a 50-pound giant sword on her back.

House was now moving his wheelchair at a speed no different from a tortoise, but fortunately, he saw a hole hidden by mushrooms in the corner of this "room".

That's the way forward...!

However, the misfortune within the misfortune is...

He saw a person standing at the entrance of the cave.

This time it wasn't an illusion... It was a person completely encased in steel from head to toe. The dark metal surface was devoid of any embellishment, and the thick breastplate was slightly raised, connecting to the neck armor that protected the shoulders and neck.

The arm and leg armor had cold, hard lines, and heavy iron gloves covered the hands that held the sword. Most unsettling of all was the helmet, which resembled a European knight's helmet, with only four narrow vertical slits for the eyes, inside which lay unfathomable blackness.

The cold steel isolated him from all expression and breath. He stood there like a statue suddenly carved out of stone, silently blocking the only way out.

The two stared at each other, and the surroundings were deathly silent.

Then, the knight moved.

Without any warning or hesitation, he suddenly gripped the hilt of the straight sword at his waist with his right hand. With a sharp "clang," the metal scraped together, and a flash of cold light appeared!

The next second, the heavy iron boots slammed forward, the plate armor joints colliding with a series of clear clanging sounds, and he charged towards House like a moving iron tower!