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

【Ding! 】

[The undead 'Nameless' has been defeated. Quest complete!]

[Task rating: S-]

Wow, you actually defeated an almost impossible opponent! Regardless of the final result, just tell me if you won or not! The only downside is that your companion sustained a minor injury, but that doesn't detract from the overall victory, right?

[Sword God Style Skill Book *3 has been distributed!]

[Note: This skill book is transmitted directly into your mind via data transfer. There is no physical copy. The current transfer progress is 1%...2%...]

"Damn it, so this skill book is a random choice of one out of three..."

[Title Obtained: Eloquent Tongue]

It's not that we won't change, but that we'll change slowly, gradually, and systematically, prioritizing those who need the changes.

[Holy crap... to get this title? You must be able to spout more useless nonsense than any **** public account, whether it's about weightlifting or making jokes.]

[Gain the skill 'Persuasion'. For ten minutes after use, your words will be more convincing. Cooldown: 3 hours. However, please note that this effect will not apply to your important companions, since we can't deceive their feelings, right?]

[XP+5000!]

After the rewards were sent out, House looked at the messages popping up on the system interface and couldn't help but feel that he had become even stronger.

As the nameless one collapsed, the heavy burden on Kiaran and Omia also disappeared.

The two of them, their bodies almost completely exhausted, stood up from the ground. In reality, the 'force field suppression' wouldn't actually cause any serious harm to anyone.

But experiencing that suffocating feeling of having a huge rock pressing on your chest for a long time can be really uncomfortable.

The two girls reacted very differently after regaining their ability to breathe freely.

Omia launched herself forward with the ball, crashing into House's face. House decided to officially bestow the title of "face wash killer" upon her from today onwards.

Omia hugged House tightly, her voice filled with excitement:

"Wow~~~ Mr. House, you're amazing! Thank you for saving me and Miss Chiarand! You're the best!"

"Sniff—"

After taking a deep breath, House grabbed Omia's slender and supple waist and pulled her back slightly to give her room to breathe.

"Haha... I just got lucky. This monster really isn't very bright, so I had to find another way."

But when House looked toward Kiarlan, he found that her face was not happy at all, but filled with disappointment and melancholy, like a wilted eggplant.

Kiaran crouched down, her fingertips tracing the broken blade. In the dim moonlight, House couldn't see clearly, but a fleeting glint of tears seemed to flash in the corner of her eyes, like a young girl's.

But Kiaran quickly pressed his lower lip to force himself not to inhale...

After a brief silence, she stood up again and threw the greatsword's scabbard back on the spot: "This is... the first time I've lost so badly."

Kiaran was still somewhat stunned: "I..."

She tried blindly to explain something, but all the words stuck in her throat.

She realized there was nothing to explain, and after a long silence, the girl could only clench her fists in frustration.

"Miss Kiaran..." Omia looked at her retreating figure, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but didn't know how to begin.

In fact, she didn't need to say anything; Kiaran quickly processed these inappropriate emotions.

All I heard was her murmur, "There won't be a next time..."

Though he spoke casually, Kiaran's dead fish eyes suddenly ignited with a raging fire he had never seen before.

In terms of combat, Chiarand is actually a girl with a very strong sense of pride.

She doesn't like to admit defeat, but if she really loses, she won't make excuses for herself.

A loss is a loss, a win is a win... If this skeleton hadn't been so brain-dead today, would they all have died here because of him?

To become arrogant and complacent after gaining even a little ability—I'm so stupid to have such thoughts.

"Let's keep going, we still need to find a place to rest..."

Just as Kiaran was about to take another step, she froze, and then not only her, but the other two also showed distressed expressions.

"Oh...fuck."

In short, the three men's horses died.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't a swear word, it's just that... the muscles and bones of a horse aren't as resilient as those of a human.

The power of the Word of Power directly crushed its ribs, and the sharp bone spurs must have pierced deep into its lungs.

While the others were still struggling to breathe, it had already died in agony, its eyes rolled back, without them noticing.

"Damn it... I was just about to name it Brilliant, this skeleton is a beast." House said, pulling at his hair.

"So it seems that Horse Head is not awesome at all after all; Horse Head is just a liar."

Omia sobbed, "What do we do now...? Should we walk to the Kingdom of Celia instead?"

"That's definitely not realistic, but the most urgent thing is to find a place to spend the night. You guys saw that guy just now... It's too dangerous to be out in the wild at night."

Kiaran tried to remain calm, then picked up the supplies scattered on the ground:

"Tsk, these supplies are no good... It's too much effort to carry them like this."

Seeing this, House snapped the back of his wheelchair's "throne" backrest back down:

"Put it here, I can push the wheelchair while keeping my back straight."

The transportation problem is easily solved, but... where can we find a place to rest?

This problem still deeply troubled the three of them...

Just when they were at their wits' end, Omia suddenly clapped her hands.

"Ah! There's a hotel over there!"

"?" "?"

Kiaran and House turned their heads in the direction she was pointing, but all they saw was a patch of empty land without any grass.

In the end, weren't those people just here the whole time without moving?

How could a hotel suddenly appear out of thin air?

House turned around awkwardly: "Omia... are you hallucinating? There's clearly nothing there!"

Upon hearing this, Omia belatedly covered her mouth, her large breasts trembling slightly.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot... You two don't have spiritual vision, please wait a moment."

Omia then put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it, while Chiaran still didn't quite understand:

"Spiritual vision...is that a kind of 'spirit perception magic'? I think I've heard of it before."

Omia smiled and nodded. In the moonlight, the two saw a flash of luminescence on her pupils:

"Yeah, yeah, it's the kind of magic that lets people see the 'soul realm,' you two wait a minute... Ugh, I can't drool..."

Looking at Omia, who was blushing and intently sucking on her fingers, House also recalled some information about 'Spirit Realm Perception Magic'.

When he was reading the book "The Sword Emperor Who Befriends Dragons," he paid special attention to this kind of magic that he had never heard of before.

However, the explanation given above is almost negligible.

Perhaps that novel is essentially about "Sword Emperor Midil"?

Therefore, I didn't write much about this aspect.

But it doesn't really matter. Simply put: the main world of Greyland is made up of two different substances.

These two substances are not essentially connected; they divide the world in two, creating two distinct realms that are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, yet closely intertwined.

One type is the realm where House and others are currently active, called the "Reality Realm".

The other world corresponding to the real world is called the "Soul Realm".

There are many strange substances there that don't exist in the real world... Many things there are simply incomprehensible to normal people.

However, if one wishes to cross a 'domain' with a human body, magic is required.

This kind of magic was specifically developed for the study of the 'soul realm'...

It's called [Spirit Realm Perception Magic].

After watching this, House had only one thought: Isn't this just a reskin of the spiritual and material realms?

A thorough investigation is needed to determine if the designers of League of Legends' lore are time travelers!

"Suck~"

Omia finally sucked out a string of crystal fluid from her mouth, and she cautiously approached the two of them: "Sorry... it might be a little cold."

She ran her strange saliva along the lower eyelids of both of them, and House quietly closed his eyes to feel it. To be honest, it was a very strange sensation.

Generally speaking, the saliva in a person's mouth will smell bad when they leave, right?

Anyone who's kissed their partner before should know this... Oh~ you have no experience? Hehe, I'm really sorry then~

"Fuck your mother! I didn't!"

There was no unpleasant odor, only a pure, delicate fragrance that only a young girl could exude... How should I put it... um, it's like the subtle scent of sea salt steaming in the sun mixed with lychee.

A slight sourness mixed with a salty, wet sensation that could excite you to the point of wanting to raise your flag—this is truly... an absolute gem.

"Hehehe..."

Omia had already finished applying the ointment to House, and Kiaran, who was receiving the spell, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw House's lewd expression.

"Hey... what are you laughing at?"

"Ah~" House joked nonchalantly, "I'm just marveling at how pleasant this smell is."

Omia blushed upon hearing this: "Mr. House, you can't eat it..."

House was overjoyed! Haha! It was rare to see Omia so shy! He had to tease her thoroughly!

"Ah! Such an enticing flavor is hard to resist savoring!"

But little did anyone know that the girl had left the rest of her sentence unfinished:

"You can't eat this... If you eat it, you won't be able to see the soul realm anymore. If you really want it..." She reopened her slightly narrowed eyes, her amethyst-like pupils now sparkling with surging hearts, "I can give Mr. House some of the sweeter water from my body—"

"--Then let's forget about it."

House, who was sweating profusely from fright, quickly stopped the conversation:

"I...it was my fault. I'll never tease you again."

One of life's most comforting tips: Don't tell dirty jokes to a woman who's into being lewd, because what you consider a joke might actually be a new kind of fun to her...