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

The village of Yero was very quiet late at night. Apart from the occasional howl of wolves coming from the nearby forest, there were no other unusual sounds.

Splash!

House's room was quiet, with only the sound of him turning the pages of a book. He lit an oil lamp and quietly looked at the book about mission rewards.

How a Wheelchair Swordsman Was Trained

He ultimately did not grant Omia's request, but he offered her a compromise: he could drink three bottles of the experimental potion per week.

Therefore, although Ms. Omia was extremely reluctant, she eventually agreed to House's request.

However, since the two are not in a slave-master relationship, Omi will not give House any more gold coins.

So House's biggest problem right now is that he has no rice.

Without money, it's difficult to get anywhere.

In just 20 minutes, Mr. House came up with a grand plan.

The plan is as follows: first, go to the Adventurers' Guild to accept commissions and save money; once you have enough money, find a way to learn magic.

Well, he knew that the plan sounded cliché and wasn't very interesting, but based on his experience reading online novels, weren't all other worlds just about fighting monsters and leveling up?

In the early stages, chop down goblins, then conquer a few dungeons. When the adventurer party gets a few kills, some of them will try to make money by messing around and dying, earning them some tears.

By the middle of the story, the final villain should make his appearance, slapping the triumphant protagonist unconscious and humiliating him by making him lick his feet. At this point, a male villain would infuriate readers, making them want to punch the author, Mr. Feng, through the screen. But a female villain is different. Most readers might immediately awaken their inner fangirl, developing strange feelings for her...

Later on... what? You still want a later part? Are you kidding me? This is a Western fantasy world! It's going to be a complete flop!

However, as a true transmigrator, House felt that the boring monster-slaying and leveling up in the early stages was quite realistic, and playing it safe was the most important thing! Not to mention that he was a disabled person.

In conclusion, he opened this skill book now to see if he could improve his strength. After all, one must be strong to succeed, and he didn't want to be killed by a slime right after leaving the beginner village.

Moreover, he felt really bad about eating and staying at Miss Omia's place every day.

But ideals are often far from reality; before he had even finished reading the book for three minutes, a wave of drowsiness began to close his eyes.

House jolted awake and slapped himself hard to snap out of it.

"Damn...is my problem of getting sleepy while reading getting worse again?"

He yawned heavily, turned his head and looked at the clock; it was already midnight.

House was torn between studying a little longer and going to bed for a good night's sleep.

But just then, a line of text suddenly appeared on the system:

Skill books can be used directly, and will unlock the corresponding skill after use, without the host having to actually read them.

"What?!"

House was both surprised and delighted: "You should have told me sooner! I was thinking the stuff you gave me was useless!"

Okay, kids, take back what you said earlier. This cheat code is really useful. You'll know once you use it. So he picked up the book on the table and silently said "use" in his mind.

As a cluster of particles separated and coalesced, House suddenly felt a memory appear out of nowhere in his mind. The feeling was very strange, as if the memory had always been his, but he had forgotten it for some reason.

[The book "How a Wheelchair Sword Saint Was Made" has been used]

[This series of skill books has been collected (1/6)]

[Unlocked Combat Skill: Charge]

The wheelchair will dash rapidly a short distance in any direction, following the user's will. It has a 20-second cooldown and can be used consecutively, ignoring skill cooldown, but will rapidly deplete stamina.

[Unlocked combat skill: Whirlwind Slash]

[After use, the wheelchair begins to spin rapidly in place, allowing the user to unleash several powerful, impenetrable slashes. The side effect is that spinning too much can cause nausea and motion sickness.]

"What kind of abstract skills are these... this is practically wheelchair swordsmanship!"

However, despite saying that, House was still quite happy to have the ability to improve. He turned his wheelchair around and couldn't wait to try out the skill.

"Sprint! Charge!"

With a whoosh, his wheelchair seemed to break free of its genetic lock, moving on its own without any hand movements, shooting off at lightning speed! The speed was like a bolt of lightning, but luckily House reacted quickly enough to grab the wheel hub and forcefully stop the car, otherwise he would have been embedded in the wall of Omia's house.

Although there was almost an accident, House's face showed more joy than surprise: "Holy crap...that's awesome?"

He then rinsed himself left and right several more times, until he was too exhausted to continue rinsing, at which point he wiped his sweat and began to calculate the distance.

Rushing straight ahead is the furthest distance, about 5 meters. Rushing to the left or right is about 3 meters. The distance backward is very short, only about 1.5 meters.

"Is it because of a problem with the wheelchair's torque...?"

As he fiddled with the screws on his broken wheelchair, an idea suddenly popped into his head: since this is a Western fantasy world, there should also be dwarves who are good at making tools, right?

If I could get them to make me a super alloy wheelchair, wouldn't that be awesome?

"But that would probably cost a lot of money...we need to wait and see."

But after all this commotion, House couldn't sleep at all. Not knowing what to do, he took off his crystal leg and started doing splits in his wheelchair, one after another.

In his previous life, when he was still able to stand, he became obsessed with "Rurouni Kenshin" and suffered from a bout of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), so he went to a children's palace kendo class to learn.

The teacher at the children's palace was really something else; he only taught one move: the Great Upper Slash.

After teaching him, he confidently declared, "Oh, all that 'Iaijutsu,' 'tooth thrust,' and 'parry' stuff, it's all just stuff in TV dramas to fool idiots. In reality, a sword isn't even as good as a one-handed rapier. Just listen to me, learning this one move is enough. Master it, and you can cut down any opponent with a single strike!"

The key issue is that House, being young and naive, actually believed it. Later, when he grew up, he realized he had been tricked. After attending ten or so lessons, he learned nothing but that tree-cutting-machine-like swordsmanship!

Damn, I get so angry just thinking about it now. I didn't even learn how to use coins properly, and now I've lost my lighter. I've been charged over 700 yuan.

"Damn... whatever, I'll just have to practice. It's better than doing nothing. I'll start with a thousand strikes."

"Phew~"

House exhaled, gripped his left ankle firmly with both hands, and began to chop while gathering his strength:

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

But at that moment he didn't notice... his bedroom door was slightly pushed open a crack, and a pair of beautiful purple eyes were quietly watching him.

Omia swallowed hard, looking at the god-like figure inside the room who was frantically chiseling at the air with his crippled leg raised up.

She felt no surprise or horror whatsoever; in fact, her heart was racing.

"Hmm... Mr. House, you're really putting in the effort."

"If I let him use his wheelchair to crush me... would that count as boiling dumplings...? Hehehe, confinement is really great... It would be nice if I could corrupt Mr. House, smash his wheelchair and tie him to the bed... He would be powerless to resist and could only be forced to submit to me little by little, until he finally begged me—(I don't like the censorship part, so I won't write it)"

"Hehehe... Ah... I can't take it anymore... The person I've been longing for is right in front of me... How can I resist... Hehehe."

So, Mr. Omia began practicing water magic without chanting.

...........

The next day, House ate a set meal of omelet rice prepared by Omia and then prepared to visit the Adventurers' Guild.

He didn't know why, maybe it was because the customs and culture of another world were different? He felt that Omia's omelet rice was a bit too salty, and it also had a fishy smell. Was it a problem with the eggs?

"I'm going out, Miss Omia."

"Okay, please make sure you get home safely."

The layout of Yero Village is very simple: a main street, with residential areas on the left and shops on the right, while the Adventurers' Guild is located at the end of the main street in the middle.

This association is quite distinctive; it is entirely embedded in a ridiculously huge, charred, dead tree stump. The thick tree roots serve as a natural foundation, and the hollow trunk has been hollowed out and transformed into a hall. A large door has been embedded in the dark tree hole.

A crooked wooden sign was nailed to the door, depicting crossed swords and shields. Beside the door stood a one-eyed old man, wearing a worn-out leather vest, a chipped dagger tucked into his belt, dozing off against a tree hollow with his hands in his pockets, a dirty mongrel lying at his feet.

House wheeled himself to the door and was about to push it open when the old man immediately reached out and stopped him.

"Hey! Wait a minute! What are you doing?"

"?"

What did House think it meant?

"Of course I'd join the association... otherwise, what am I supposed to do here to use the restroom?"

"You? Joining the association? I don't remember we've hired any new cleaning staff, have we?"

"Are you fucking an idiot? I'm here to be an adventurer."

The air seemed to freeze for a second as the old man stared at House in shock, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Tsk..."

Damn it, even though he was mentally prepared, House knew this kind of thing was bound to happen. There would always be some idiot who looked down on him and mocked him. But whatever, House didn't intend to pay any attention to him.

"Oh, welcome, welcome! Our village is really short of adventurers lately, sir, please come in!" To everyone's surprise, the old man's expression changed completely the next second, and he respectfully pushed the door open for House to enter.

"Um... I had some personal matters to attend to earlier, and my attitude towards you was a bit off. Please forgive me, I'm so sorry!"

"Not a child...?"

This combo left House completely stunned.

Wow, this doesn't match the script!

Shouldn't it be a scenario where you mock me, I rip off your hood with overwhelming force, slap you hard in the face, and then turn around and humiliate you in return?

Are people in this other world... always this polite?

No, then who will fill in the gap in my enjoyment?