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

At the entrance to the woods, Kiaran stood with her back against a thick, tall tree, doodling in her notebook.

She likes to stand with her back against walls, trees, fences, or anything she can lean against without feeling guilty. There's no particular reason why; it's just that it makes her feel more relaxed.

Well... to put it simply, you could say that Kiaran is rather lazy.

With a creaking sound, accompanied by the annoying creaking of a wheelchair, House, his face covered in blood, walked past her with a dark expression. The two exchanged a glance, and Chiarand already knew the outcome.

She shrugged, put away her notebook, and then threw an indigo handkerchief at House's face:

"Omia used fire magic to dry all the children's clothes... She's pretty amazing. I'm not good at taking care of children, but she does it like a pro."

House felt she had told a lame joke, and he responded blankly:

"Haha... I get it, taking care of kids is a hassle."

"These kids are pretty good, very well-behaved. You have no idea, before I lived at home I had an eight-month-old baby brother, sigh..."

Kiaran's face darkened instantly. Hearing her sigh, which seemed to indicate she had lost all her strength, House raised an eyebrow, rubbed his hands together, and nodded.

"I understand, I understand... Babies cry and pee everywhere, and they cry a lot, which is really troublesome. But... why are you suddenly talking to me about this?" House asked, wiping his face with a handkerchief.

Kiarlan, however, seemed completely unfazed. She somewhat awkwardly pointed to her battle-damaged sheer stockings:

"What I was trying to say was... what you said before, about holding a baby and suddenly imagining smashing it against the wall to death... I actually did have that fantasy."

House couldn't help but chuckle.

"Holy crap...you can even call back? I underestimated you."

After a string of meaningless ramblings, the two fell silent simultaneously.

Then, the two began to admire the beautiful scenery before them together:

Seagulls defecating on the beach, an ocean as blue as expired laundry detergent, and ocean currents carrying garbage that looks like vomit.

House silently looked away and carefully began to unfold the letter he had just crumpled into a ball:

"Uh... so what's the plan now? It looks like we've hit rock bottom."

Watching House's clumsy movements, Chiarand clicked her tongue and snatched the letter from his hand. The flimsy paper unfolded easily under the manipulation of her slender fingers.

"for you."

"Oh... thank you."

House unfolded the letter; inside was a single sentence written in beautiful calligraphy. Rudick didn't mock him; instead, he wrote in a refined, scholarly manner:

[Kevis is still alive. If one of you two has to die, I'd rather it be him, Mr. House. You must persevere!]

House was completely confused by what he heard, but he didn't want to recall anything about the goblin for the time being, so he put the letter away.

Kiaran then crossed his arms and said:

"As for the plan... it hasn't changed. I'm going to take you to meet my family. I had already planned the route. After leaving the Forest of Fallen Giants, I would travel about 20 kilometers northwest to the Antler Worm Station, then take them to the nearest airship port, and then take an airship for about half a month to get back to my home."

As a person with disabilities, House has never traveled in his life.

So Kiaran's simple transfer route sounded like gibberish to him.

He covered his head with the heel of his hand and asked, "Sorry, I almost forgot... Alan, where is your hometown again?"

"Lordran, the largest country in the Northern Continent, with its capital city of Lordran."

House gently bit the soft flesh inside his mouth and asked, "Hmm...you just said it would take half a month to get there by airship. Is your hometown that far from here?"

Kiaran used his foot to pick up a branch from the ground, held it in his hand, and then began to draw patterns on the sand.

This girl's drawing skills are really not that great; she drew a picture of the mainland that was roughly the shape of a chicken leg.

It's supposed to be a chicken leg... but it doesn't really look like one.

I don't know whether to say House's imagination was too limited or Kiarland's drawing skills were too terrible... In any case, House was even more confused after seeing the map she drew.

House started analyzing with his brilliant mind:

"Uh... I noticed you drew two crosses at the very corners of the map. Does that mean... this is the distance between Rodland and Yelo Village??"

Kiaran raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Smart, it seems I drew very well."

Did you laugh when you said the second half of that sentence?

"Listen carefully, Lordran is a very large country," Kiaran said without interrupting. "It almost occupies all the northernmost part of the Northern Continent. The entire country covers an area of ​​more than two million hectares, of which the city-state area accounts for more than two hundred thousand hectares."

"Even so, starting from Yelo village, which is diagonally opposite it, the straight-line distance is a full three thousand kilometers."

"How many!?"

"Three thousand kilometers."

House counted on his fingers in horror: "Holy crap... if I had to walk that distance, my wheelchair would probably be reduced to just a wheel."

"That's right, and this is just the straight-line distance, not including the dangerous terrain, rugged landscapes, and unknown areas that need to be avoided in between."

Kiaran sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration, saying:

"What's even more annoying is that Duo'an swam for about three hours, and I have no idea how far he swam or where we are right now."

House pinched his nose and said, "So... now we're going to traverse the entire perilous Northern Continent with no transportation, no idea of ​​our location, the possibility of being hunted down by goblins all over the place, and a bunch of helpless toddlers... and all these other debuffs piled up?"

The other person held up a finger: "You forgot to mention one thing: the Northern Continent is about to enter winter. The further north you go, the colder it will get. At most, it will only last for about a month and a half. Then the entire Northern Continent will be hit by a severe blizzard that will last for about two months because of that damned thing. At that time, it will be impossible to travel, and all means of transportation will be stopped."

House frowned. Although the situation was extremely troublesome, he still managed to glean an important piece of information:

"Damn it... what is that?"

"Yes, the great monster that has existed since the beginning of the world is the Zhenbing Mad Bird Jabugab, which occupies the Wanglong Mountain Range, which separates the Northern Continent from the Cloud Continent and has an average peak height of 10,000 meters."

"Whenever the sun and moon turn to the eleventh month of the year, she will climb to the top of the mountain and sing loudly, plunging the entire northern continent into boundless pure white. At that time, the blizzard will rage and the biting cold will follow you like a shadow."

House thought hearing about the route collapse was bad news... but he didn't expect there to be an expert among them.

Then, out of nowhere, an alternate universe version of Anivia appeared...

"Damn it... what could be worse news than this?"

Kiaran took his sarcastic remark seriously, and tightened the ties on his chest before continuing:

"Yes, yes, yes... There are five such great monsters, distributed across the five continents of Grayland: the Mad Bird of the Northern Continent, the Corpse Dragon of the Southern Continent, the Calamity Dog of the Sky Continent, the Calamity Serpent of the Sea Continent, and the Evil Lizard of the Underworld Continent."

Haha

House laughed in exasperation, thinking to himself with a sense of wanting to cry but having no tears, that the foreshadowing didn't actually need to be so obvious!

Aren't demons and dragons enough? Aren't hiking and babysitting enough?

What heroes, what curses, what demonic stone disease? Aren't they enough?!

When will this damn world start treating disabled people kindly?! Why do they have to put so many obstacles in the way of an old, disabled person like me?!

Hell mode wasn't enough, huh? Now you've added some kind of B5 monsters, making it even harder for me!

Haha, judging from House's experience in Greyland, he can confidently say that he has figured out the underlying logic of how this world works.

That is, the Chekhov's Gun from the Beijing Film Academy's "Call Callback".

If he doesn't have some kind of conflict with these five stinky monsters during his battles against heroes, he'll probably swallow his wheelchair whole!

Ultimately despondent, House ripped his own face hard: "Fine... what could be worse than this? Let's go talk to Omia first. We can't keep taking those children with us forever; we need to find them a safe place."

But no sooner had House finished speaking than he pushed his wheelchair forward, and with a sharp crack, the wheel hit a flint.

Suddenly, a line of large characters popped up!

[WARNING: The wooden wheelchair's durability has been reduced to zero (0/100)!!!]

[WARNING: The wooden wheelchair's durability has been reduced to zero (0/100)!!!]

"No...what—oh my god!!"

Clang!

Before his brain could even process it, House's buttocks suddenly went limp... literally limp, because his wheelchair instantly melted away like butter and exploded...

The broken wooden wheel finally reached its limit; it burned out, turning into black and white ash, and falling apart into a pile of parts.

The price of the explosion was that House slammed his face into the ground.

The fall made him see stars and feel dizzy; he felt as if a circle of crows were circling around his head.

Startled, Chiaran's cheeks puffed up after she recovered, and after a fierce internal struggle, she couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Pfft...! Hahahahahahahaha!"

To be honest, Kiaran himself couldn't remember the last time he had such a mind-clearing, hearty laugh.

As someone who is naturally emotionally insensitive, she rarely laughs. Things that would make her peers burst into laughter seem incredibly stupid to her.

But House's zero-frame opening shot really hit her funny bone. She wiped away her tears and laughed as she backed away, but House wasn't happy at all.

(Humor analysis: This part blocked me four times because it kept detecting "laughing spot" as "small *". This amazing reviewer is really frustrating.)

"Screw you! Help me out! Damn it... why did it have to happen now..."

"Hahahaha... Oh my god~ My stomach hurts from laughing~"

Kiaran suppressed a laugh, wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes, and tremblingly knelt down to help House to his feet: "Pfft, hehehehe...you...can you even put that wheelchair back together?"

House ignored her nonsense, looking at the wheelchair scattered in broken parts on the floor, a mix of emotions welling up inside him...

He was a good brother who had been through thick and thin with me, and yet he just died so abruptly.

Just then, the ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled again!

House thought something terrible was about to happen again, but when he looked up, he found that it was actually Dornan, who had rested, who had come over.

As if to comfort himself, he forced a smile as he looked at Doanhaus, whose complexion had returned to normal.

Well, hmm... House thought to himself, things don't seem so bad after all, do they?

At least there is a highly skilled person who can serve as their "transportation" and travel with them.

Moreover, Doan's combat strength is not weak at all. With his help, the journey should be much easier.

House, lying in Chialan's arms, gave a thumbs up:

"Okay... Kiaran, you see, you always have to look forward. The good thing is, we still have Doan, right? Even though I don't even have a wheelchair anymore... but like I said, on the bright side, things can't get any worse."

Doan looked at the two embracing, puzzled but not asking further. Then, somewhat embarrassed, he scratched his face and squatted down, a shadow instantly looming over them.

"Um... Alan, and the House brothers, now that you're safe, I'm going to leave soon. To be honest, I have some important business to attend to right now."

"puff--!"

House felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Holy crap!?"

Startled by Hausdor's sudden outburst, he asked helplessly:

"House brothers, what happened?! Are you hurt?!"

House, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, ignored him. He stiffly turned his head and earnestly read to Chiarand:

"If I ever make that kind of promise again... I'd be an idiot..."

The lovely Miss Chiarand's eyes didn't even flutter; she spoke in a gentle tone:

"Don't be discouraged. You have a good understanding of your own position, which is commendable."

However, after teasing House, Chialan looked up with a puzzled expression:

"Duo'an, I've been wanting to ask this for a while now. We didn't tell you to come to the village to find us, did we? Why did you suddenly come?"

While very grateful for the Kraken's timely assistance... Kiaran didn't quite understand.

Why would Duo'an, who had refused to leave his small plot of land for a century, suddenly make an exception last night?

Could it really be because of telepathy?

Speaking of this, Duo'an sat down cross-legged and said, "Because it was a coincidence. I risked going to the village to find you because I encountered a very urgent matter... I had to explain it to you both in person."

"But I never expected... that kind of thing would happen. I knew something was wrong when I saw the fire and smoke from afar, so I immediately started running around in the woods looking for you two... Fortunately, I made it in time in the end, and nothing too serious happened..." Doan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he said this.

Upon hearing this, House and Chiarand exchanged a glance for a second, then asked in unison:

"It's an extremely urgent matter..."

"What is it?" "What is it?"

Doan gripped his two fangs tightly, a gesture that signifies extreme unease among the Kraken.

"After you left... Jialong used magic to send me a secret command."

Doan's eyebrows furrowed tightly. "He told me... Anuris is dead. A civil war has broken out in the Kingdom of Romeni, Alan, you should understand, I... so I have to go help him..."

The Kraken tried to explain, but was abruptly interrupted by Kiaran.

The young woman, with the air of a caring older sister, shook her head, indicating to Duo'an that there was no need to say more.

"If that's what you mean, then I understand. It is indeed extremely urgent... leaving no room for delay. I know what place Jialong holds in your heart, so you came to say goodbye?"

"That's right, and I don't have much time to waste now; I must continue immediately..."

Doan's tone was incredibly sincere, and seeing this, House said with some guilt, "I'm sorry... I delayed your time to rescue your best friend because you were saving us."

But Doan shook his head violently in rebuttal: "What are you talking about! Jialong is my friend, but so are you two! I will never abandon my friends again... never!"

"ha."

House smiled with relief at these words.

That's true. What more could you ask for after someone has saved your life?

"Alright then, Brother Duo'an, thank you anyway. But I still have one question... Isn't Romeni in the Southern Continent? How are you going to get there?"

"Swim there. I have some friends at sea. As long as I swim to the deep end of the Beluga Sea, I can find the local Kraken tribe to take me there."

"I see..." House thought to himself, "BYD has pretty strong connections."

Although he was still reluctant to part with him, House could see how anxious Doan was. Doan also had something he needed to protect, so how could House have any reason to delay him any longer?

So he smiled at Doan and said, "...Alright then, have a safe trip, Doan, brother."

Kiaran also nodded with a light smile.

"Why...?"

Faced with the two's decisive letting go, Doan was initially stunned:

"I thought you two would definitely try to stop me..."

House feigned indifference, waving his hand and shaking his head:

"How could this be? Sigh... things have already come to this point, what could be worse than this—fuck you."

House's face froze instantly halfway through his sentence, as if his words had become law!

The moment he finished speaking, Doan trembled violently as if summoned! His eyes widened, and with an expression that looked as if he wanted to devour House, he roared at him:

"Oh, right! House brothers! I almost forgot! There's one more extremely important thing!"

House was both shocked and terrified: "Holy crap, no way! Again?!"

But this time it wasn't bad news... When House opened his tightly closed eyes, he saw Doan push a machine towards him with his huge hand...

—A brand new wheelchair.