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

"use."

As the wheelchair rolled over the grass, House looked at the progress bar stuck at 99% and couldn't help but feel anxious. Twenty minutes ago, after asking Doan to start building the new wheelchair, he and Kiaran embarked on the road back to the village.

【Ding! 】

Finally, with a crisp sound, the analysis of the three skill books was completed.

At the same time, a powerful force surged from his heart. House looked at the newly displayed skill and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

[Passive skill unlocked: Human and chair as one]

[Lock-on Skill: Your wheelchair now has a durability value. Unless you do so by your own will, you cannot be removed from the wheelchair by any means, unless the wheelchair's durability is completely depleted and it breaks.]

[Unlocked combat skill: Lion Slash]

[After use, the wheelchair will launch into the air and spin once before slamming down with a powerful slash. This move is extremely destructive. The cooldown is 60 seconds. Also, if the wheelchair's durability is too low, it may fall apart due to the effect of this move.]

[Unlocked Combat Skill: Counterattack Charge]

[Raise your weapon and assume a counter-attack stance. You can use skillful force to deflect the attack, then launch a powerful strike with your wheelchair. However, if the counter-attack fails, you will likely suffer serious injury.]

Three combat techniques flashed through my mind. Although the names were still difficult to understand and outrageous... who cares about the names, as long as they are useful!

Moreover, he even gained a passive effect this time. House thought to himself that he no longer had to worry about being forced to dismount in battle!

Looking at House grinning foolishly to the side, Chiaran, staring at the thorn crown on his head, felt utterly exhausted.

She took out her pocket watch; it was already ten o'clock at night. But the moonlight seemed exceptionally bright tonight, and even without a torch or lantern, she could see the road ahead clearly.

"What are you laughing at?" Perhaps out of boredom, Kiaran took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Huh? Nothing, nothing... I was just... uh... thinking how amazing we two are!"

This unexpected compliment made Chiaran's nose twitch slightly: "Wow...you actually have that kind of feeling?"

"Damn, didn't you? We've saved hundreds of people in this village! That's practically saving hundreds of lives!"

"Hundreds of lives... well, you can take it that way if you want, although most of the credit goes to you."

"Uh..." House looked at Kiarlan's slightly drooping eyelids, "Speaking of which... Miss Kiarlan, you still haven't told me your reason. Why did you want to save Yelo Village?"

House was still very curious about this. According to what Kiaran had said before, she should also be from a family with a good background as a bureaucrat. Why did she go far away to embark on an adventurer's journey and end up being forced to become a receptionist?

Given Kiarland's personality, House bets she would flock to a life where she could just lie around all day.

Kiaran tilted his head back weakly: "There are two aspects... First, I need to complete the tasks at home as well, and second, after all, I've lived in this village for so many years, and I still have some feelings for it. I can't bear to watch it be destroyed."

House smiled with satisfaction; it seemed Miss Chiarand's values ​​were quite sound.

"Oh... except for Nepheli, if I could, I'd prefer her to be raped and killed by a bunch of goblins," Kiaran suddenly cursed through gritted teeth.

House stopped laughing.

Okay... Neferi is indeed a bit crazy, a bit paranoid, and a bit hypocritical... but House is completely baffled.

"Do you have a grudge against her?"

Kiaran clicked his tongue and let out an extremely disdainful sneer: "No way, I just really hate these kinds of people who seem sunny and great on the surface, but are actually sluts who sleep with everyone."

"Sexual sex?"

"Ah...you don't know, Neferi's record in Yelo Village is that she changed more than a dozen husbands in a year. She would get divorced just a few days after the wedding, and then marry another one a few days later."

At the mere mention of Neferpitou, Chiaran's expression changed drastically; her adorable features contorted into a contorted, exaggerated expression, clearly revealing her extreme loathing for Neferpitou.

"Have you seen his son? You know, that little boy with a bunch of pockmarks on his face. Who's his father? I bet even Neferi herself doesn't know... Ugh... It's disgusting..."

Isn't this supposed to be Chinese? ... I can't understand it at all.

House was exhausted from listening. Even Pompeii wasn't this crazy... BYD was feeling stifled.

Pompeii Gattuso is a character from the novel "Dragon Raja" that House read in his previous life. He is Caesar Gattuso's father and a man who holds power but has no real authority. He lives only to be a stud for the Gattuso family. Here, House cleverly uses the rhetorical device of using an object to represent a person, which is quite amusing.

Analysis of the humor: Analysis of the humor.

House frowned, then rallied his spirits and asked, "So... you dislike her because you think she's too unfaithful?"

But Kiaran bit his thumb and said:

"No!"

"...I'm just so angry that even this old man who's almost fifty can change men every day, while I, a super beautiful young woman, don't even have anyone pursuing me!"

"Are you fucking an idiot...?"

"What did you say?" Kiaran turned his head, his eyes wide with anger.

"Um... I mean... Alan, you're so cute... how come no one has ever pursued you?"

Kiaran brushed a strand of hair behind his ear: "Yes, there is."

House's gossip-loving nature was piqued, and his eyes darted around: "Oh? And then?"

"Hmm..." Chiaran closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes gleaming silver in the moonlight:

"That happened when I was a child... My family arranged a marriage for me. I was too young to understand anything at the time. I just stayed at home all day eating snacks, reading picture books, listening to opera, or sleeping."

House thought to himself, "So this problem of yours was something you were born with..."

"That boy... was my servant... was sold into the family when he was little, and grew up with me... He was responsible for taking care of my daily needs. He was from the Southern Lands, had bright eyes, and spoke in a very soft voice... Hehe, I still remember that every Thursday he would go to the street to buy me the latest issue of the Unicorn Joke Collection."

"Those days lasted a long time, and I was very happy, until later my father told me—I have to go and meet my fiancé's parents first."

"I told the boy about it. I knew he liked me, but the gap between us was just too big..."

"And when he heard the news that I was going to get married... he didn't back down, which really surprised me... But there was something even more unexpected. That night, after dark, my bedroom window was suddenly knocked on by pebbles. When I opened the window, I saw that he had stolen one of our family's Federico horses and was waiting for me downstairs."

Kiaran spoke in a relaxed tone, shaking his head as he talked fluently, unable to suppress the smile on his lips:

"Oh... he was such a fool. The full moon that night was brighter than tonight, and that boy even stole my father's tuxedo. He was pulling on the reins, calling my name, and saying he would take me to the Ceres Falls to see the most magnificent sunrise together—"

"Stop! Stop! Stop—!!!"

Are they making Korean idol dramas without Malaysian Ringgit?

House's expression, as if he'd just eaten shit, interrupted Kiarlan's sweet little love story:

"No way, how the hell did you manage to mess up such a perfect plot?"

Kiaran's smile vanished abruptly:

"What? How did you get into trouble?"

"Well... shouldn't the next part of the story be that you two get together? And then—"

The girl interrupted House with a look of disgust: "Okay? I don't even like him, so why would I be okay with him?"

"What...? You don't like him?"

Kiaran was utterly bewildered: "Are you out of your mind? You're a complete idiot with absolutely no skills, a poor wretch who eats our food and lives in our house, yet you think you can have your cake and eat it too?"

"Huh? Didn't you say his eyes were bright... and his voice was soft...?"

Kiaran said emotionlessly, like a robot, "His voice is so sweet and effeminate. Every time I hear it, I get an inexplicable rage. His eyes are bright because he's from the Southern Lands, and I hate Southern Lands people the most."

What kind of melodramatic plot is this...?

"No... so how did this end?"

Kiaran awkwardly shifted his gaze elsewhere: "And then? Then I closed the window, and this kid came running into my room crying and peeing, threw himself into my arms, and said something about loving me, loving me... uh... and then he wiped his snot all over me."

"Tsk... damn it..." the girl said, clenching her trembling fist. "Then I punched him, and I used too much force, so I made him paralyzed from the neck down."

House touched his neck: "Below the neck... isn't that a fucking vegetable?!"

"Uh...is that so? Anyway, it's about the same...This caused a lot of trouble later, and I was too lazy to deal with it, so I ran away to become an adventurer."

Kiaran scratched her cute face. House could hardly believe that the string of thunderous words had come from the mouth of such a beautiful girl.

She gazed at the sky, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement as she whispered, "Well... I'm actually quite ladylike. Once this job is finished, I think I can start looking for my other half..."

House turned his head away speechlessly, thinking to himself that he should have known better than to ask such a question.

Looking for a partner... any guy who ends up with this guy is going to be incredibly unlucky.

Absolutely.