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

The return journey was surprisingly safe. The insects had vanished; perhaps the aftershocks of the explosion at the bottom of the cave had scared them away? Insects seem to be very sensitive to changes in the atmosphere.

House didn't bother to think too much about the specifics, since the disappearance of the bugs was a good thing for him and Kiaran, no matter what the reason.

The return journey took about ten minutes. The two maintained a high speed throughout, so they soon saw the dawn as they emerged from the cave. The night sky was covered with stars, and a bright moon hung high among the stars. The moon in this world seemed much brighter than in his previous life, though House wondered if it was just his imagination.

Before leaving the cave, Kiaran didn't forget to stomp on a white umbrella mushroom growing in a crevice in the rock, showing that although she didn't show it on her face, she still held a grudge against those damned mushrooms.

Then she cleared her throat, cupped her hands into a megaphone shape, and shouted:

"Duo'an! Duo'an!?"

Boom!

Water splashed high into the cave on the cliff face, and the giant face of the monster came closer. Doan, holding a giant lantern in one hand, was full of surprise.

"Thank goodness! Alan! You're alright! And that young man too..."

Kiaran waved his hand, interrupting the pleasantries: "Enough of that, get to the point. Has the Royal Artifact been forged yet?"

The giant monster stretched out its hand: "I made it half an hour ago, and it's just sitting at home. I was prepared to wait all night, but I didn't expect you two to come out so quickly!"

"Besides, didn't you say the monster alliance wouldn't arrive until 3 or 4 PM? It's only 9 PM now, there are still seven hours left, plenty of time!"

The two climbed onto the palm, but House didn't respond to the conversation:

"Hey, Duan, you almost got us both killed. All the information your crow provided was wrong."

"Huh? Wrong...wrong?" Doan gripped the two of them tightly, then began climbing up the cliff. "I don't know...but Jialong did seem a bit crazy after he came back that day."

Crazy or erratic?

House raised an eyebrow. Could it be that the crow was also hallucinating from the white umbrella mushroom?

Doan rolled over and climbed back onto the ground. On the way back, the Kraken kept sniffing around, as if there was something in the air that particularly attracted him.

Chiaran noticed Doan's unusual behavior and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What are you smelling?"

"Hmm... Is it just my imagination? I smell the raw ore."

"Raw ore? You mean this?" House pulled the heavy package out from under his wheelchair.

When laid out, all that could be seen was a stack of ant-nest-shaped metal ore reflecting a dark blue arc of light under the moonlight.

The moment Doan saw that thing, his eyes widened instantly!

"Black meteorite ore...!"

His hands trembled with excitement, and Kiaran, who was nearly thrown off, yelled, "Hey! Don't move! What's wrong with this ore now?!"

Although Doan's tongue tightened slightly after being reprimanded, his eyes still gleamed with excitement:

"Aran...! This isn't ordinary ore! This is Black Meteorite Ore! Do you know how many years it's been since I last saw this kind of ore...? I... I can't help but be excited!"

House, looking completely bewildered, glanced around the two of them.

"Excited...why am I excited?"

Kiaran stomped his foot in disgust: "This guy's just having an occupational hazard. Don't let his stupidity fool you, he was a famous blacksmith in his youth, specializing in forging swords and armor for the royal family of the Osiris Empire."

This time it was House's turn to have his eyes light up: "Royalty? Holy crap, that's amazing?! I had no idea, Doan! And then what happened?"

Kiaran rolled his eyes: "Then the Osiris Empire was destroyed."

"Ugh...who...who the hell did this? That's so awful!"

"It was done by the giants."

"...Ahem, let's not talk about this anymore."

That makes sense. When House saw the thick calluses on Doan's hands and the exquisite skill with which he wove thorns, he had his doubts. Those were things that a guy who fished all year round shouldn't have.

House's face lit up with joy when he learned that the man was a blacksmith.

I searched high and low without finding it, but then it came to me without any effort!

Before House could even ask a question, Doan's two long fangs were already close to his face, his breath pleading:

"House brothers... can we talk about something? Could you give me this Black Meteorite ore so I can forge a weapon for you?"

"Uh... but I only have fifty silver coins, I don't know if that's enough—"

"It's free!" He waved his hand sharply, and the two of them trembled again, as if they had caught Kiaran's fierce, leopard-like eyes. Doan shrank his neck and lowered his voice, saying:

"I've been hiding in the forest for so many years, money is useless to me now... I just want to indulge in my gambling addiction one more time~ Hehehe..." The troll let out a sincere chuckle.

Kiaran and House exchanged a glance: "Sigh... he's telling the truth. This guy isn't very bright; he can't resist anything when he sees precious ore. But... his skills are indeed impressive. He's the one who forged my greatsword."

"Alan! It's not that I can't walk, you don't understand, this is the spirit of craftsmanship!"

Kiaran was too lazy to argue with an idiot: "Sigh... I know, I know, don't explain anymore."

So Doan then asked House, "Well, House, are you willing?"

House was overjoyed to hear that the royal blacksmith had been offered to him for free; there was no way he could refuse.

He produced five black scales from the giant snake: "Great! Of course! Brother Duo'an, I also have some monster materials here, see if we can use them together?"

Doan's mouth dropped open: "Oh my god! This...this is a scale from the King Black-Scaled Leech Snail! And it's so well preserved! My goodness...!"

Doan carefully took the two materials with his other giant hand. Although it was a bit exaggerated, his eyes were filled with emotion, and he was almost about to cry.

He gritted his teeth and said to House, moved:

"House brothers... I will not let you down. What weapon do you want to fight with? A sword? An axe? Or armor and a helmet?"

House looked troubled, staring at the small amount of ore that weighed no more than two kilograms. He said with some distress:

"wheelchair."

"A wheelchair...?" Doan frowned, examining the object closely as a craftsman, before nodding seriously.

"Oh...it is indeed necessary. Your wheelchair isn't in good condition right now...it might fall apart or even break down...However, I've never actually made something like this before. Do you have any requirements?"

House spread one hand and said, "Hmm...if possible, I'd like it to be more sturdy, and preferably able to assist me in combat. Uh, it would be even better if it incorporated some defensive measures or mechanisms. Oh, and most importantly, the torque must be high, and it would be best if it could also have a jumping function!"

Meanwhile, Chiaran clicked his tongue in exasperation: "Are you making a request or fucking wishing?"

Clearly, even Doan was stumped by so many demands. He frowned and murmured:

"Hmm... if we change our approach and use other materials for the main body, and use black meteorite for the keel joints such as the hubs, screws, and handbrakes, would that be better? But then where would we incorporate the scales of the Great Black-Scaled Leech Snail into it..."

After much deliberation, a few beads of cold sweat trickled down Doan's forehead: "House brothers... to be honest, I'm not 100% sure, I don't know if we can..."

But House laughed, raising his chin and extending his upper arm, looking at Doan with a sunny smile:

"It's alright, go ahead and do it, brother Doan, I believe in you!"

「!?」

At that moment, Doan felt a tremor in his soul, as if countless voices were shouting within him. A surge of craftsmanship from his very being burst forth, and he seemed to see the day he first became a craftsman in the royal family... When the first weapon he forged shattered, the prince did not scold or complain. Instead, he encouraged him and rewarded him with a crystal-clear dragon fruit.

A surge of passion burst forth: "I...I..."

"I...alright! Even if the black stone is indestructible, I will chew it up and swallow it whole! Inheriting Brother Hao's will, how can I remain stagnant and stand still!"

"House brothers! Don't worry! I will definitely forge you a super, super, super, super super wheelchair that is one of a kind in the entire Grayland!"