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

【Ding! 】

[Mission Completed: The coastal insect nest has been destroyed!]

[Experience points +200]

[Mission Reward: Black Meteorite Ore *1, already issued!]

[Task rating: A]

Although she relied on the help of others, she was efficient, suffered fewer injuries, and managed to escape the illusionary predicament on her own, as well as defeat the Great Black-Scaled Leech Snail on her own.

[Achieving a rating of A or higher will earn an additional reward: 5 Planarian Black Scales]

[An extremely tough and durable monster material, resistant to impacts, thrusts, slashes, and fire. Its only drawback is that it is extremely weak to lightning.]

With a crisp sound, two thickly wrapped packages appeared out of thin air on House's legs. Although he was overjoyed, he didn't need the two items now, so he just found a vine on the spot and tied them to the bottom of his wheelchair.

Speaking of wheelchairs... House turned the wooden wheels. The wooden wheelchair, already worn and battered, was now practically clinging to its last breath after enduring this period of inhuman torture.

Fortunately, there shouldn't be any more fighting, otherwise House really felt that this wheelchair would break down at any moment. After solving this damn problem in Yelo Village, he must immediately find a place to build a brand new wheelchair.

Green coughed twice; the smoke seemed to seep into his helmet, causing him considerable discomfort.

"Cough cough cough... Wow, that's fucking powerful, you've really packed this bomb with stuff..."

After saying that, he patted the dirt off his lower back and said to House, "Alright, it's over anyway, let's go back now."

Watching the other person's departing figure, House pushed the wheel and chased after them:

"Brother Green."

"Um?"

"So you knew all along that there were insects in this mother tree?"

"That's right," Green said, puffing out his chest. "I noticed something was wrong with the mother tree as soon as it started to act strangely, but I just ignored it."

House tilted his head slightly: "Didn't you do anything? Why? Wasn't this mother tree left behind by Unica...? As a close friend... shouldn't you...?"

Grimm's braid swayed behind his helmet, and a barely perceptible sadness lingered in his voice as he spoke of this topic: "Survival of the fittest. I respect nature. Whether the mother tree dies, the village is destroyed, or the world undergoes drastic changes, none of that matters to me."

"Kid, do you know that immortals shouldn't exist in this world? Because we are heretics to nature. We don't use magic, we don't have bloodlines, and we don't rely on any magical artifacts. We simply have infinite life, which defies the laws of the world."

"But so what..." Green chuckled and said, "We still survived, but since we are products of nature, we shouldn't actively interfere with nature's choices."

Why?

"Because... I have already paid a heavy price for my ignorance once."

Hearing the slight disappointment in the other person's tone, House knew he had touched on something that saddened them, so he simply nodded and didn't interrupt.

The return journey was quiet, and the two of them returned to Green's room in silence.

Upon entering the room, House saw the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring at him emotionlessly with her gray eyes.

Kiaran raised his chin, his tone full of displeasure:

"You'd better explain... what exactly happened..."

Green looked at House, whose tongue was practically tied in knots, silently took half a step back, then turned around, opened his insect shell box, and began rummaging through it.

......

House gulped down a mouthful of water: "Oh my god... oh my god, I'm finally done! Do you understand now?"

Kiaran got out of bed, his eyes still hostile, but his tone was much more relaxed, though he still sounded quite weak...

"So that means the problem is solved now... can we go back?"

As she said this, she glanced at Green behind House, who turned his head slightly to the side:

"Oh? Of course, of course! Feel free to leave anytime you like."

Seeing this, House leaned close to Kiaran's ear and whispered, "Big sister, they did save us, so let's be a little more polite, shall we?"

Kiaran's features contorted, and he stared at House with a very puzzled expression:

"I... I've been very polite, haven't I? Isn't that polite?"

House was speechless... Judging from her expression, she was probably genuine and not being sarcastic. Who knows what this girl's standard for being "polite" is?

Kiaran, however, clearly didn't think that much about it. She listened with wide, fish-like eyes to all the talk about the Mother Tree, the Giant Serpent, the Demon God, the Dragon God, the Grimm, the Transfer Magic, and so on. In short, she didn't care at all.

It's like being forced to work overtime. Your supervisor talks to you for ages about the company's future prospects and grand ideals, and you agree verbally, but what you're really thinking is, "What the hell does this have to do with me..."

However, since the mission was completed, Kiaran looked somewhat pleased.

She pulled her pocket watch from her waist again, and it snapped open with a clink: "It's been an hour and twenty minutes since we went into the cave, much faster than I expected. Mission accomplished, time to go."

As she spoke, she slung the greatsword back onto her back and walked out. House was stunned and thought to himself, "Big sister, your execution is really MAX..." But when he thought about the thousands of elite demon soldiers who were rushing over there, he knew it wasn't time to delay, so he quickened his pace and followed.

But before leaving, he glanced at Green, who was leaning against the wall and shaking his head, and paused:

"Um... Brother Green, although I roughly know you'll refuse, I still want to ask, would you like to come with us?"

Green chuckled and stuffed the three thick notebooks into House's arms:

"I've been planning to rot here for a while now, with those damn elves. I'd probably feel nauseous if I saw sunlight on the surface... so forget it."

He patted House on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up:

"Those three books were my... spoils of war. I learned my swordsmanship from the owner of these books. Now I'm handing them over to you. Kid, to be honest, you have quite a talent for swordsmanship. Don't waste it."

House gave a wry smile, thinking to himself, "Brother, you really don't know how to flatter. You're saying a person in a wheelchair has fighting talent? Have you ever been in a wheelchair before you start spouting nonsense? Just wishful thinking."

Of course, these words would not be spoken aloud. In any case, the fact that the problem was solved so smoothly was all thanks to this mysterious immortal.

House bowed sincerely to him, then waved goodbye and caught up with Chiaran.

"Brother Green! Hope to meet again someday!"

"Okay, I hope you'll be stronger when we meet next time~" Green shook his arm, watching the other person's retreating figure. No one knew what kind of expression was under his dark helmet.

He leaned against the stone wall and muttered to himself, "Hmph... I do hope we never meet again."

Kiarlan looked at House, who was beaming with excitement, and for some reason, she felt a little unhappy whenever she saw others happy.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked coldly.

"I'm going to get stronger!" House said, looking at the three books in his arms.

Hearing this, Kiaran couldn't help but laugh out loud. She grabbed a book from the other person's arms and examined it from head to toe:

"Get stronger... This book doesn't even have a cover, it's like I wrote it myself. Oh well, you can learn from it and get a little stronger if you can."

House remained unfazed by the sarcasm and ridicule, because Kiaran couldn't see the text on the system.

[Obtained 3 copies of the skill book "How to Become a Wheelchair Sword Saint"]

[This series of skill books has been collected (4/6)]

Green had actually collected the Wheelchair Sword Saint Sword Technique! House had thought that this skill book could only be obtained by completing quests, but the surprise was truly unexpected! Three books at once!

A strong desire for victory rose in his heart. After studying these three books... House felt that his fighting ability would definitely improve by leaps and bounds!

Kiaran was speechless. She took two steps to the right, only to find a thick wall of scales blocking her way. She nearly bumped into it and was utterly exasperated. She rubbed her temples.

"Tsk... I'm a little dizzy from just waking up... but why do I keep smelling an unpleasant odor..."

Blushing, she stood behind House: "I'm really impressed... How do I get there? You lead the way."

"Uh...okay...?"

This girl has a really bad temper when she wakes up.

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The cave fell completely silent, and Green's little nest returned to tranquility. He smiled silently, his gaze fixed on the darkness before him.

Just then, the entire cave suddenly trembled, rumbling like an earthquake, sending mud and sand flying from the edge of his boots. But he remained calm and unperturbed, glancing to his right—

The massive, scale-like wall that had been used to block the road suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to move around? What if someone notices?"

He suddenly raised his head and spoke into the darkness.

Accompanied by the sound of wind shifting from some enormous object, puffs of white vapor suddenly burst forth from the darkness.

The darkness spoke... its voice ancient and silent, yet carrying a terrifying pressure.

"Hmph... You won't even let me speak? Do you want me to devour you?"

"Oh... trying to scare me again? I'm a man several hundred years old, that trick won't work anymore," the man under the helmet laughed carelessly. "So what do you want to say to me?"

"..."

The darkness fell silent.

After a long silence, the voice rang out again: "That kid... I shouldn't be that old yet, am I seeing things?"

"Of course you're not old yet, you're in your prime!"

"Tsk, I'm not kidding you—"

A strong gust of wind swept past Green, making the braids behind his helmet fly and twist.

Then, a pair of enormous eyes emerged from the darkness, their molten gold base swirling within. Without uttering a sound, these pupils spoke volumes about his extraordinary bloodline. Rock-like scales spread out in neat rows, and four pairs of lightning-shaped horns meandered and twisted...

This is a dragon!

"That kid, he's a [Hero], isn't he?" The dragon's tone was filled with barely concealed anger.

Green remained noncommittal: "Hmm... really? Haha, maybe?"

"Don't give me that nonsense!" The dragon opened its massive jaws, a gust of wind nearly knocking Green headfirst to the ground. "You saw through it from the start!"

Green, adjusting his helmet which had nearly been blown off, said, "Alright, alright, Angel... my old friend, I can see that now... what's wrong? I'm used to you getting angry all the time, but I didn't do anything to you this time, so why are you angry again?"

The dragon glared, "Why? How dare you ask? Why did you let him go?"

"This..." Green scratched his head awkwardly. "That kid became my apprentice. There's a tradition in my hometown, 'You don't hit a smiling face'...tsk...and you see, and haven't I told you before? We Chinese call this fate, this is fate! He even uses a wheelchair!"

Angor seemed speechless, and he withdrew the dragon's head back into the darkness:

"You're really stupid... Did you actually take that name seriously all along?"

"—Midiel?"

Upon hearing those three words, 'Green' froze, and after a brief silence, he slowly lowered his outstretched hands:

"Hmm...you're right, friend. But I haven't felt this way in so many years, so I acted impulsively this time. Sorry."

"Sigh...should I go out and kill him now?"

The undead beneath the armor gave a wry smile: "You know that showing yourself now will cause big trouble, don't you?"

The dragon scoffed, "Heh, I can't think of anything more foolish than the [Hero] letting the [Hero] go. Midil, haven't you thought about what will happen next time you meet?"

"Hmm... I must kill him with my own hands."

"Can you?"

"I will."

"Hmph! Then I hope you keep your word..." The sound of a hurricane being whipped up came from the darkness: "Otherwise, next time I'll do it for you."

"Let's be rational. We don't have much time left. The last hero is about to appear, and then—"

"I know the time for a great feast is coming."

"Ha! What was that day called in your hometown again?" The dragon's voice faded into the darkness.

"..."

Grimm stared into the boundless darkness, instinctively gripping the hilt of his straight sword, a trembling sound emanating from beneath his helmet:

"—The Moment of Eclipse".

"Sigh... I've been running away for hundreds of years... but I still can't escape it."

No one answered him. Green took off his helmet and slowly walked back to his little house.