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

As night fell, two owls stood high in the treetops, hooting softly.

In the apothecary's bedroom, House sat at the table looking at the letter Lupin had left him, and he was absolutely furious.

[House, my friend, look, this is where you went wrong. I know you must be furious right now, but listen to your brother Lupin.]

The so-called essence of this world is deceit and treachery. Don't easily trust anyone. I'll teach you a lesson today, and you might be able to teach someone else a lesson tomorrow.

As the saying goes, "A person can't teach someone everything, but they can learn something after being taught it only once. My friend, you should learn it."

boom! !

House slammed his fist on the table and tore the letter to shreds.

"That beast! Aaaaaah!"

Old Mr. House was so angry not only because Lupin had sold him out, nor only because he had sold himself to such a mentally ill girl, but the most crucial point was...

Omia just said that she bought House for only 5 silver coins.

The world's common currencies are copper, silver, gold, and platinum.

The different types of coins were based on a hundred-base system, meaning 100 copper coins equaled 1 silver coin, and so on.

With 500 copper coins, you could probably only buy a large leg of lamb at the slaughterhouse.

The thought that he was only worth a leg of lamb despite being crippled made House furious.

"Damn that monkey face..."

But what's done is done, and House can't change the outcome.

Fortunately, although Omia has some yandere tendencies, she is still reasonable.

House immediately read through that slave agreement and said he couldn't sign it.

He was prepared to be thrown out, but to his surprise, the other party wasn't angry. Instead, they told him to think it over again.

House thought to himself, "I'd rather die than be humiliated! I'd rather die than be a slave!"

Until he saw what was written on the slave agreement:

From this day forward, all the money Omia earns should rightfully be split equally between Mr. House and Ms. Omia; and Mr. House's only responsibility is to spend time with her.

House decided to think about it.

Moreover, the agreement contained almost no requirements that would harm House, and even took him into consideration in every way.

However, if I had to point it out, there are two things. First, House must stay with Omia at all times from now on and can never be separated from her.

That alone is difficult enough. I still have to kill those seven nobles later. If I sign, I'll never be able to leave.

Secondly, Omia's main job is called "Pharmacy Girl," which simply means providing potions to adventurers all over the world. This is a very lucrative industry, with a profit of 5 to 10 silver coins for a single low-level health potion.

In Yelo Village, you can buy a small house for only 3 to 4 gold coins, so you could say this profession is quite prestigious.

The second task was that Omia would occasionally concoct a new batch of experimental drugs, and House was responsible for helping her drink at least one bottle of the drug each week as a guinea pig for testing.

"Um......"

House tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, then shook his head. No, he still couldn't sign it!

Freedom is the most important thing!

But what if I refuse to sign and get kicked out by the other party?

A wheelchair-bound person was left homeless... He didn't think any kind person would come out to help him. Although Omia was a bit neurotic, at least she was a decent person.

creak~

The bedroom door was pushed open a crack, and half of the girl's head peeked in.

Omia lowered her voice slightly and said, "Mr. House, could you please come out for a moment?"

Rolling around.

House pushed the wheelchair back to the living room, where he saw Omia sitting uneasily at the table, on which were two plates of steaming bread and soup.

"Did you make this?"

"Hmm... I hope you can still enjoy the food..." Omia nodded gently.

Tsk...

If it's not the eldest sister, then who is the slave?

You're making me feel really awkward.

But something unusual must be going on. Based on his recent experience of being tricked, House swears that Omia definitely has her own agenda for treating him this way.

After all, the absurd plot of sending a girl to another world to happen to someone who is half-crippled is simply unrealistic.

But what exactly did the other party want to do... House couldn't figure it out either.

Forget it, if I can't think of anything, I'll stop thinking about it for now.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

House grabbed a piece of bread from the tilted bowl, broke it into pieces, dipped it in the broth, and took a bite of the soft bread soaked in the broth. The bread was full of wheat flavor. Having been hungry all day, he didn't care about being polite and wolfed it down while saying "It's so delicious".

Seeing House eating so heartily, Omia's awkwardness disappeared. She cupped her face in her hands, her gaze fixed on House, and a blush unconsciously crept onto her cheeks again.

"I'm glad you like it...hehehe...I was worried you wouldn't like it."

"Uh..." Seeing her like this, House instantly lost his appetite. He slowly put down his bread and got straight to the point: "Miss Omia... please just say what's on your mind."

"We've only known each other for less than three hours. I don't believe you would care so much about a disabled person who has no use to you. What exactly do you want from taking such good care of me?"

When this topic came up, Omia slammed her hand on the table with a "bang!" and stood up, breathing heavily, her hands clenched tightly together.

"Ha...ha...Mr. House...I...can I really say that?"

House's lips twitched; he was quite startled. "It's possible... but what's with that 'golden face' you're wearing?"

The girl clutched the fabric at her chest, lowered her head shyly, and whispered, "Mr. House, it might seem a bit abrupt, but despite my usual refined demeanor, I actually have a little bit of...morbidity!"

"Oh no, actually you've always been quite unhealthy, haven't you..."

Omia pleaded, "Mr. House! Just name whatever you want! I'm willing to help you, but in exchange, I... I only have one request!"

"Please...please speak."

Omia tightened her skirt, closed her eyes, and shouted:

"Could you become my slave, then find a way to tear up that agreement, and then tie up this heartless and evil master, punishing me severely by any means necessary?"

"The best...the best...hehehehehehe..."

She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth: "Ideally, you could completely incapacitate me and make me receive the punishment I deserve! Or you could corrupt me... that wouldn't be bad either, you could use whips or branding irons or something—"

I was so scared I cried.

House covered his ears with his hands; if he listened any longer, something terrible was bound to happen...

He stared in awe at the girl before him, who was speaking eloquently. The blush on her face had completely faded; she was completely immersed in her art... This ordeal lasted for a full ten minutes before Omia pursed her dry lips and sat down again.

House was finally able to stop plugging his ears.

"How...Mr. House, could you do this to me...?"

Omia looked at House with anticipation, while House's expression was only awkward, unsure how to respond to this madman.

So House deliberately steered the conversation elsewhere. He noticed the tilted table and a brilliant idea flashed into his mind!

"Oh... Miss Omia, do you have any books? Preferably thick ones, ones you don't usually read."

"Huh? Yes, there is..."

Omia turned around, took a thick book from the bookshelf, and handed it to House:

"Here you go, um... Mr. House, regarding my question earlier, would you mind...?"

House quickly bent down and placed the book under the missing corner of the table, making up for the height difference and finally fixing the table's tilt!

"Hahaha...Miss Omia, look! The table is finally straight!"

Omia was taken aback: "Huh...why?"

House was taken aback, thinking, "Are you blind?" "Because I used a book to prop up the corner of the table..."

The purple-haired girl, however, wore a wise yet unassuming expression. With her mouth slightly open, she asked intelligently, "What's the corner of the table?"

"ha?"

House chuckled: "Table corner, huh? Table dumplings are dumplings you eat by dumping them on the table."

"And what are dumplings?"

"He's a director; he can make big-budget movies."

"What is a 'big movie'?"

"It's something that hundreds of people would watch together in the dark."

"What's 'several hundred'...?"

House immediately raised his hand: "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore!"

That damn woman, she deliberately lured herself into a fire pit...!

Omia smiled slightly, her expression endearing: "So, Mr. House, regarding what I just mentioned, are you willing?"

"..."

to be honest.

Having discussed it to this point, House felt that this was actually a decision with no downsides whatsoever.

Playing role-playing games with her earns me money, provides me with a place to stay, and I can even learn some potion-related knowledge, which is very beneficial for my own development.

And why did he feel like he was strangely looking forward to it...?

"Ahem! Um, I have one last question. I'd like to know, Miss Omia... why did you choose me?"

The point is simple: House's modeling is passable, but this girl is absolutely gorgeous. Even if she wanted to play this kind of role-playing game, why would she choose a disabled person? There are plenty of better candidates.

But to everyone's surprise, the other party simply said:

"This? It's simple, because my XP system is restricted."

House felt that there were no humans left in the world.