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

"Entering the soul realm with your physical body isn't a big deal, but you should be careful, or you'll easily get lost if you wander off."

Omia led the way for the two of them, like a kindergartener on a spring outing.

Since arriving in this world, House has seen almost every kind of strange and wonderful thing.

He thought that there was nothing left in this abstract other world that could amaze him... until he arrived at this 'soul realm', the wondrous sights of this other world once again refreshed the limits of his imagination.

Despite Omia's repeated warnings, House and Kiaran couldn't help but look around.

House couldn't take his eyes off this familiar yet strange world...

This feeling of surprise is like a boy clicking into a porn site for the first time when he was a child. He looks at everything from top to bottom, left to right, and it's all so beautiful and gorgeous. He can't take it all in no matter where he looks.

In reality, the realm of the soul is not much different from the realm of reality. The moon is still the same moon, and the grass is still the same grass. It's just that... the world in front of everyone has been given a filter similar to that of the Shadow Isles.

The world's color scheme shifted from light to dark; the earth was dark green, the night sky was grayish-black, and the wind was a faint fluorescent blue.

Yes, that's right, Wind Silk.

House reached out, feeling the "wind" slip through his fingers like thin ice...

In the realm of the soul, "wind" becomes something that can be directly and tangibly seen with the naked eye.

Boom, boom, boom.

And that's not all; all sorts of creatures roam this world.

However, most of them looked so strangely like they had drunk nuclear wastewater... that it's hard to describe them.

For example, there's the armored man emitting green light, the centaur with a bunch of withered leaves wrapped around its upper body, and the hedgehog with a bunch of spears stuck in its back...

"What kind of monsters are in this soul realm?"

Kiaran looked at the tall, tin-clad man walking straight toward the three of them, his face revealing undisguised disgust.

However, to her surprise, this tin man seemed to be an intelligent being.

Gala!

The opponent's massive body trembled violently, and its armor exploded with a series of loud bangs like firecrackers. This startled House so much that he straightened his spine and immediately activated his breathing mode.

These bastards from another world are all incredibly powerful! Are they about to start fighting again at the drop of a hat?!

"Hello, my name is Mordekaiser."

"Huh...?"

However, the tin man didn't seem angry; he simply stopped and introduced himself to the crowd.

Without waiting for a response, the other person walked away without looking back.

House was completely bewildered: "What does this mean...?"

Omia said with a grin, "Those creatures are called Ironclad Netherworlds. They naturally like to greet people. Most creatures in the spirit realm have good personalities. Although they are a bit strange, they never pick fights."

House exclaimed, "This quality is even rarer than playing Genshin Impact without being part of the community..."

"Stop rambling, finding a place to stay for the night is the important thing. I see that hotel, isn't it?" Kiaran didn't want to hear House's tired otherworldly tropes, so he cut off the conversation.

As she steered the conversation back on track, the others refocused their attention.

Through the layers of hazy green barrier ahead, a few wisps of light could indeed be seen breaking through the mist, and the color of this light was quite unusual—an extremely vibrant blend of dark purple and pale pink...

The ambiguous light that stirred up all sorts of fantasies made House momentarily doubt whether he was seeing things.

"Omia, is that the place you've been talking about?"

Omia nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes~ Let's go quickly, my feet are sore from walking all day... These boots have been stuffy, I need to take a shower right away, hehe."

"Weren't you riding a horse the whole day...?"

Omia didn't hear House's words at all. She plunged headfirst into the mist in front of her. House and Kiaran had no choice but to hurry and follow. The mist wasn't thick, and they could break through it by going in a little bit.

Parting the fog, you can directly see this building that exudes... well, some kind of hint...

House once saw this architectural style in a magazine column, what was it called again? Oh right, Victorian style.

The building isn't large, only three stories high, and its entire surface is covered in intricate carvings, making it appear much more striking than its actual size.

The walls are made of silver-gray stone, which, due to the darkness and light, is now shimmering with a mother-of-pearl-like glow. The row of narrow windows on the second floor has been specially stained with light purple glass, and the lights shine through them with an interesting pink halo. Combined with the swirling night mist outside the door, the whole house seems to be shrouded in a cloud of light and mist.

The entrance porch is the most interesting. The two pillars curve inwards with subtle arcs, and the scrollwork on the capitals is carved with several half-naked female reliefs. They shyly pull at their thin clothes, barely covering their private parts, and the screaming expressions on their faces make it impossible to tell whether they are excited or scared.

Finally, there was the hotel's main entrance, a dark red cedar door slightly ajar, through which one could see a scarlet carpet extending inwards.

Kiarland and House exchanged a silent glance...

This hotel practically has "Don't come in, I'm dangerous" printed on its forehead, right?

"The door's still open! You two, hurry up!"

But before they even had time to discuss it, Omia had already opened the door and gone inside!

The two were both anxious and scared. This girl was indeed too well protected, having grown up in the village. She had absolutely no sense of awe or fear of the dangers outside!

"Feed Omia, wait! Maybe—wow~"

House chased Omia into the inn, intending to scold her, but the words caught in his throat because the interior of the inn was just too extreme... so extreme that he forgot to push the wheelchair for a moment, so extreme that he almost forgot he was in another world.

"My hair..."

"Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, No Country for Old Men, The Truman Show... Holy crap?? No... Am I living in a dream?"

The walls of this hall were covered with all sorts of oil paintings... and the paintings were all movie posters he had seen in his previous life!

Some Houses are very familiar with the name, some Houses can remember the plot, and some Houses have never even seen it before.

Moreover, even without looking at these posters, the decor of this hall is completely out of place in this other world!

Besides the carpet, counter, and wine cabinet, there was a screen in the center of the room!

Moreover, there is absolutely no coincidence or misunderstanding involved, because the painting on this screen is actually a Ukiyo-e print!

Fluid lines, vibrant colors, and flat, shadowless washes... it's a volcano, and House would never mistake it for Mount Fuji!

"Holy crap... wait... have I time-traveled again?"

But when House turned around, he found that Omia and Kiaran had not disappeared; they were still behind him.

What exactly is going on here...?

What exactly is going on with these cultural styles that are almost identical to his previous life?!

But... that's not all.

There are other experts lurking in the corner of this hall.

The brass-colored horn, the spiral-shaped body, the shiny black vinyl record tray... and even a retro metal crank—it's a record player.

Snapped!

Without warning, the crank of the record player suddenly rotated half a circle counterclockwise.

Then the record player started spinning, and immediately afterward, a burst of music violently assaulted House's ears—

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

The moment House heard the song, he broke out in a cold sweat as if he had lost control of his bladder! A chill instantly enveloped him!

"—This, this is!!"

House heard this song in his past life.

That sounds like... a really old song? It's a song sung by a band called "Village People".

The song is called "YMCA".

At that moment, four burly figures suddenly appeared behind the screen!

Upon seeing this, Kiaran instinctively reached for the greatsword on her back, only to discover that her sword was gone... and accompanied by this eerie music, she and Omia broke out in a cold sweat.

Although the cause was unclear, the cheerful melody involuntarily heightened the vigilance of all three, sensing the immense pressure emanating from behind the screen—just what kind of master was behind it?!

"—Hey! Yuang man~!"

With a loud crash, the screen was suddenly and roughly flung open! Four incredibly muscular men, dressed in very little clothing, emerged from it!

"Holy crap!! This! This...you...you people are!"

A slutty gaze, a lewd smile, and a despicable, begging gesture...!

Just one glance was enough to tell they were the cream of the crop among gay men!

As the four appeared, a powerful surge of pheromones and hormones swept in like a hurricane! The three could barely open their eyes and could only cover their heads to defend themselves!

House was so frightened that he covered his ears with both hands, closed his eyes, and screamed:

"Croak! Great! That's awesome!"

The one among the four, wearing a black scarf, chuckled and raised half a hand, saying:

"Oh my gosh~ Welcome to the three of you at the [Oppressive Hotel]!"