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

As the three talked, time slipped away unnoticed. Then, after they all shuddered involuntarily, Kiaran took out his pocket watch and his expression immediately turned serious.

"It's almost past midnight... I should find a place to rest."

Omia nodded, but when she raised the lantern, its light only illuminated rings of grass around her. This plain was both fortunate and unsightly because it contained nothing...

"Hmm..." House rubbed his eyes. "If I'm not blind, there's probably nothing around here for kilometers. Shall we... just sleep here?"

Upon hearing this, Kiaran got goosebumps, shuddered, and firmly refused:

"Too dangerous. Moving around might not attract any monsters, but falling asleep could be a different story, and I might even bump into those adventurers... Should I keep going—uh!?"

Clatter!

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, and several pieces of gravel flew in front of them. The three men's mounts suddenly stopped in place for some unknown reason.

The sudden inertia caused Omia to lose her balance, and the lantern in her hand began to shake violently.

The dangerous light danced wildly on the suddenly tense faces of the group, and Kiaran kicked the horse's belly several times before he could finally calm it down.

Then... there was deathly silence.

The sound of hooves and the gentle wind from a moment ago vanished instantly, leaving only the slightly heavy breathing of the three people echoing across the empty plain.

A thick, uneasy feeling spread silently, like swampy mud, quietly covering everyone's ankles.

Kiaran's hand instantly gripped the hilt of her sword, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her brows furrowed, and her gaze swept across the surroundings like that of a hawk.

House's heart pounded in his chest, and he instinctively gripped the horse's mane tightly, his fingers sweating profusely.

Horses are far more sensitive to danger than humans. If a horse suddenly stops, there is only one explanation: something is approaching from the darkness.

But what exactly is it...?

Unable to see clearly, the three could only watch as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense...

Just then, the moonlight above everyone's heads suddenly surged dramatically without warning!

The once bright, silvery full moon seemed to have been thrown into a furnace, suddenly bursting forth with several blindingly pale rays of light. The moonlight, like an omen of death, shone down, instantly casting a graveyard filter over the entire plain.

Every blade of grass and every shadow was as sharp and clear as if carved by a knife; every dappled shadow seemed to harbor a demon...

These bright lights, instead of dispelling fear, amplified the boundless desolation and eeriness many times over.

Then, as if in response to the moon.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the field... but it wasn't a gentle breeze; it was a powerful hurricane!

The wind uprooted the grass blades on the ground, and they spun and whipped wildly in the air, crashing against the horse and the three men with a crackling sound, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

In the eye of this chaotic storm, a shadowy figure began to slowly take shape.

Tap...tap...tap...

It emerged step by step from the distorted light and dust.

"Tsk... Holy crap... no way." House cursed with an ugly expression.

The heavy footsteps, echoing with decay, reverberated in everyone's heartbeats.

The shadow gradually became clearer; it was... a skeleton.

A tall, humanoid skeleton, its pale bones gleaming coldly in the moonlight. It wore no decent clothing; as a skeleton, it was only draped in a tattered cloak so worn that its original color was almost unrecognizable, the edges of which fluttered in the gale.

But this skeleton seemed to have been quite famous in life; a cracked crown was even perched crookedly on its empty head...

Compared to its attire, which resembles that of an American homeless person, the weapon in its hand is much more glamorous.

It was a weapon that defied all logic, a halberd larger than its own frame.

The brass-colored halberd tip dipped to the ground, leaving a long, chilling mark in the moonlight.

House clenched his fists so tightly he almost ripped the white horse's mane off: "Ugh...Damn it, is this the ultimate guaranteed kill? Now there's no buildup and the enemy just appears on the spot, huh?"

True power lies in silence; simply standing there is enough to unleash an overwhelming sense of oppression... And just then, a sapphire blue interface suddenly popped up in House's vision—

[Side quest triggered!]

[Quest: Defeat the spirit 'Nameless' who seeks to seal the spirit.]

[Rewards: Wave Surge Sword Technique Skill Book *3 / Moonlight Flow Sword Technique Skill Book *3 / Sword God Flow Skill Book *3]

[Reward: One random title]

[Reward: Massive amounts of experience points]

"Holy crap...! Huh?" House gasped in shock at the reward.

Holy crap? Does this system know it's being threatened by "Genshin Impact," so it's trying to bribe me with money?!

No, no, no... He's always been so stingy, this sudden extravagance is definitely not right.

If we think about it according to the logic of normal gaming: high risk, high reward, monsters that drop top-quality equipment must also be very powerful!

Damn it, how could this stingy system be so merciful as to release so much rice? What exactly is this skeleton...?

"Don't move...this guy's aura is extremely dangerous!"

Kiaran gave a low warning.

The two nodded in unison, and House even grinned and teased:

"Tsk...this situation is like South Korea having a car accident."

"What?"

"Shiba lan" (a vulgar expression).

Click...

The skull named "Nameless" opened and closed its jaw, making a dry, harsh grinding sound, like a rusty gear turning.

No one knows how a skeleton without a tongue can talk, but it does.

A dull, hoarse voice, as if a stocking was in the mouth:

"Duel with me."

It slowly raised its bony hand that held the halberd, the massive blade flashing a cold arc in the moonlight:

"If we win, we move forward; if we lose..."

The halberd slammed heavily into the ground with a dull thud—crack!

"Then I'll perish in the wilderness with it!"

BYD's "Western Fantasy: The Roadblocker" is here.

The air seemed to freeze. Kiaran's eyes were sharp as knives, and his teeth were clenched: "Listen to him... Judging from this, it seems we have no choice but to fight. The horse is spooked and can't run fast."

With a clang, Kiaran threw the folding wheelchair off the horse's rump to the ground. House jumped off the horse and sat back on his throne. Then Omia and the other two also jumped off the horse.

Nameless's dark, hollow eyes silently "watched" their actions; he seemed in no hurry to rush forward.

The pale white jaw opened and closed again, and the skull emitted a clearer grinding sound:

"A duel, fair and square." It paused, then pointed its bony finger at the three.

"Choose one person to play one-on-one with me."

"ha......?"

House thought he'd heard it all before. Dude, I've never seen anyone so shameless in my life. Why would someone want to block the road and start a fight, and then demand a 1v1?

"No..." House raised his middle finger, "Do you think I've spoiled you?! This is the first time I've ever seen someone pick a fight and then challenge someone to a one-on-one duel. Have you ever played King of Glory? Do you know what Liu Bang said? 'If you can gang up on someone, why fight one-on-one?'"

House thought to himself, "Is this guy brainless? How could he say something so nonsensical?"

But then he thought about it again... well... okay, it does seem to be brainless.

But at this moment, Nameless interrupted House with an unquestionable, cold tone, and the huge halberd slammed to the ground once again.

"Rules are rules!"

Kiaran snorted coldly, clearly disdainful of this kind of "fairness".

Without a word, the hilt of the greatsword was gripped tightly.

She gestured to Omia and House with her eyes, meaning: ignore their nonsense and get ready to attack together.

But just as she exerted force with her feet, preparing to launch the first attack and gain the upper hand—

Om-!

Pfft! ! !

"Wow—!!!"

Suddenly, an invisible pressure descended from the sky without warning! It was as if a massive boulder had fallen from the night sky and slammed down on the group!

The sturdy white horse let out a ghostly howl, its hooves buckled, and its massive body collapsed to the ground as if its bones had been removed! White foam instantly spewed from its mouth and nose!

Immediately afterward, not only the white horse, but also House and Omia were slammed to the ground by this inexplicable, invisible force with two muffled thuds. The two tried desperately to lift their heads, but resisting this force was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—completely futile.

"What...the...fucking...what...is...this...again...?"

House's chest was being squeezed by immense pressure, and every syllable he uttered was broken and intermittent. Moreover, he was considered to be in a better position, as for some reason the 'pressure' exerted on him was slightly less. Omia, on the other hand, was so compressed that she could do nothing but struggle to breathe, and could only press her face against the mud and grass sprouts at close range.

[An anomaly detected]

[The legendary Undying King is activating.]

"Holy crap... Genjiro... he's here..." Even when he was being pressed down like this, House still couldn't help but complain.

But for some reason... it was Kiaran, who had drawn her sword and was ready to fight, who was completely unharmed; the oppressive aura seemed to have deliberately bypassed her.

Kiaran, both surprised and furious, raised his greatsword to strike his opponent.

"House! Omia! What...what did you do to them?"

Nameless continued to open and close his jaw without any emotion: "Challenger, one-on-one, this is for fairness."

Then it slowly raised the giant halberd in its skeletal hand and pointed it at Kiaran.

"Now, warriors, let us fight to the death!"