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

"First of all... I'm not called Mr. Black Headscarf, I have a name... I'm called Moses."

Moses roared in fury, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes: "Secondly... Mr. House, what do you mean by this? To associate with heroes, are you insulting me! Or are you insulting my pride!?"

House, realizing the misunderstanding, quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, no... I respect your character very much, Mr. Moses! I'm just curious about the architecture and interior of your hotel! It doesn't look like the style of Grayland at all."

Upon hearing this, Moses' anger subsided considerably. He put down the frying pan and said, "Hmm... so that's what you're curious about."

He scratched his full, muscular pectoral muscles and explained, "Our Suppressed Inn hasn't been in business for very long, only a little over eighty years. These things you're talking about... were all done by our previous head of the family, so I don't really know much about them... Well, they certainly look quite pleasing to the eye."

House, however, remained skeptical of his statement: "Less than a century? Isn't eighty-odd years a long time?"

Moses shrugged, pulled a few eggs from under the counter, cracked them into a bowl, and, not wanting to waste time, began explaining to House while making breakfast:

"Oh, sir, it seems you've come to the realm of souls for the first time?"

House subconsciously looked away as Moses tied on an apron and started cooking. Damn it, I don't discriminate against people of color, but you can't keep sticking your face up to me like that!

"It's...the first time."

"That's right then." Moses hummed a song and used his fingers to break up the eggs in the bowl. "You don't know this, but there is no concept of death in the realm of souls. After the body perishes, it becomes a soul, and after the soul dissipates, it is still a soul... How many years have passed since the birth of the realm of souls? No one knows, but a mere eighty years is really just a blink of an eye here."

Moses poured the scrambled eggs into the frying pan, then picked up a wine glass and began pouring oil into the pan.

House didn't understand why the oil was in the wine glass...

"Mr. Moses...you just said that even after a soul dissipates, it remains a soul. Does that mean the souls here are immortal?"

Moses snapped his fingers, and a flame suddenly shot up from under the frying pan: "Of course not. Everything comes at a price. Souls don't disappear with each death, but they do lose something."

"What...?"

"human nature."

*Splat!* A drop of oil from the pan nearly splashed onto House.

"human nature?"

"That's right. The more a soul dissipates, the more its memories disappear. At first, it forgets others, then time, its purpose, its five senses, its morality, and finally... it forgets itself."

Moses flipped the frying pan with great force, and the golden omelet spun twice in the air before landing steadily back in the pan:

"It's scary, isn't it?"

House nodded instinctively; this seemed more terrifying than losing his life. "Then, Mr. Moses... are you and your brothers spirits?"

"Us? Hmm... let's not really say that. We're just people who're tired of the fighting and killing in the real world, so we opened a hotel here to take in lost travelers like us."

House thought to himself, "Besides the three of us, the only people who would willingly come here are those who are sexually repressed..."

"However, regarding your question just now..." Moses placed the eggs into a plate, then took out a pinch of bright green scallions from somewhere and sprinkled them on top.

He then pushed the fragrant omelet in front of House: "Our boss has a rule that this matter cannot be revealed casually, unless... you can pass his test; besides, this scallion omelet is my specialty, would you like to try it?"

House gave an awkward, wry smile and pushed the plate away...byd, I was watching you the whole time that you hadn't washed your hands.

"Forget about the egg, but... what kind of test is it? Could you elaborate?"

Seeing this, Moses chuckled and nodded: "It's very simple, just—"

But just as Moses was about to speak, a commotion broke out on the stairs to their left, as two women were arguing.

A gray blur flashed down the stairs, and Kiaran charged straight at House like an angry tigress. Omia tried to grab her, but she was no match for her strength.

"Hey, hey, feed..." Sensing something was wrong as Kiaran Houston approached menacingly, he quickly apologized, even though he didn't know what he'd done. "Miss Kiaran, I—Ugh!"

Without giving her a chance to explain, Ms. Kiaran immediately delivered a blow to the abdomen!

The impact made House cough up a mouthful of water, and she grabbed House by the collar, saying:

"You bastard... what were you doing last night? You were screaming like you were going to die! Do you know how clearly I could hear you from next door last night? I didn't sleep a wink all night!"

It was obvious that Omia was in her McDonald's form right now. Her face was flushed as she tugged at Chiarand's sleeve, flustered and anxious: "No, no, no... Miss Chiarand, there are outsiders here, it's so embarrassing! And it's not entirely Mr. House's fault... Actually, it was my idea..."

Kiaran trembled with rage: "I...I..."

"Yeah, Alan, why did you only hit me?! Waaaaa!!"

Enraged, Chiara delivered another thunderous elbow strike to House's chest, though she herself didn't know why she was angry.

But when she stepped out of her room this morning and saw Omia's refreshed expression, she knew what had happened last night... She didn't know why, but she was just so angry!

I'm so angry! I really want to punch him!

"Stop...stop talking nonsense! It's all because you kept me up all night yesterday!" The girl crossed her arms and launched into a nonsensical explanation. "Now...now is such a crucial time, and you two are still doing this kind of thing...Although it has nothing to do with me...but...but, damn it, it's just wrong to lay a hand on Omia, you jerk! Go to hell!"

Seeing that Chia-Lan was about to throw another deliberate punch, House frantically retreated, shaking his head like a rattle-drum:

"No, no, no! Please, no, no! Alan, you can't take your anger out on me just because you're upset!"

"What—" Kiaran's expression froze abruptly. She was so anxious she almost bit her lip raw. "I...I'm angry out of embarrassment? What, what have I to be angry about!"

She closed her eyes, curled her hair, raised her chin high, and said urgently, "I've had dozens, if not hundreds, of men! I've slept with more men than you've eaten rice! What kind of man haven't I played with? What's there to be ashamed of? You don't really think everyone's a lifelong virgin like you, do you? That's hilarious!"

House looked at him like he was an idiot and said, "Ah... I don't think I asked you that—Pfft!!"

With a loud bang, the punch, the result of twenty years of internal energy, made House's eyes roll back in his head.

Kiaran slowly retracted his still trembling fist:

"Damn... I'm still so angry."

Omia, worried that the fighting would affect her, smiled ingratiatingly and timidly raised her hand to ask:

"Um... Miss Ki... Miss Kialan... our luggage seems to be... still upstairs. Why don't you go get it? I... I'll check if Mr. House still has any vital signs."

Kiaran, hands on his hips, exhaled a breath of cold air and turned around decisively:

"Okay... I'll go now. Omia, you can settle the room fee, and then I'll transfer the money to you in a bit. After I get my luggage, we can continue on our way..."

Her tone was relaxed, but her hesitant footsteps betrayed her fury: "Damn it... how dare he show off to me! Bastard! Bastard!"

House only slowly came to his senses after the other person had completely gone upstairs.

He scrambled to his feet, leaning against the counter like a zombie:

"Damn it, that bitch really went for it... I almost met my maker."

He wiped the drool that had sprayed from the corner of his mouth: "Fuck...that was so fucking violent!"

Moses, who witnessed all of this, was so embarrassed that he felt like he was going to explode. He held the roasted egg in his hand and did nothing but smile bitterly.

What the hell is going on with these three people...?

Didn't you say last night that you were just ordinary friends? What kind of melodramatic act are you putting on now... are you treating your Moses brother like a fool?

"Um... Mr. Moses, you can continue what you were saying. I... I need to calm down a bit more; my stomach still hasn't recovered..."

"Uh... okay." Actually, Moses had originally planned to make a grand entrance, but now it seems he should probably skip it...

Then he turned around, stood on tiptoe to take down the golden display case hanging above his head, and placed it on the counter, saying to the two of them:

"This test is very simple. If you can pick up the ore in this box, then you pass." With that, Moses grabbed the two sides of the box, removed the thin thread, and with a thud, the square piece of lake-blue ore fell onto the counter.

"Conversely, if you can't pick it up, then you won't pass, and I can't tell you about the identity of the previous head of our inn."

Moses smiled naturally. Omia and House exchanged a glance, looking at the incredibly smooth and intact piece of ore... Neither of them understood.

Is this stone very heavy? Can't you lift it?

House tried to pull it up, but he froze the moment his fingers touched the ore: "Holy crap...? I can't lift it...?"

He pulled harder, looking shocked. House couldn't believe that this tiny, broken thing, barely 15cm on each side, was so heavy.

But then he realized it wasn't the weight that was the problem, because no matter how much force he exerted or shook the stone, it didn't even tremble.

This strange phenomenon astonished Omia, who also tried it, but the result was the same:

No matter how hard the little girl tried, she couldn't move the stone an inch.

It wasn't about strength; House now finally understood what it felt like for other superheroes in Marvel movies to wield Thor's hammer. It was like trying to push a giant mountain; no matter how hard they tried, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

No... Ultimately, House believed that this small stone was not something that could be moved by force.

There must be some kind of restriction protecting it!

"There's no way to pick this up..." House stared at Moses and asked, "Is this ore enchanted?"

Moses laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Hahaha, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. To tell you the truth, this stone is no ordinary stone. It is one of the hardest, toughest, and most superior minerals in all of Greyvalan. Weapons forged from it are national treasures."

"Oh? That's awesome? What's this ore called?"

"Pure and spotless crystals."

"Pure, immaculate crystals... uh... I see, but what does that have to do with us not being able to lift them?"

Moses rubbed his hands together, then quickly changed the subject: "It's very simple. Just as the name you two have heard suggests, only those who are 'pure and spotless' can pick it up and use it."

"Can you speak human language...?"

"It has to be someone with absolutely no H experience..."

"Huh!? That's not right! Broadly speaking, both Omia and I are still virgins! Why can't we get it up!?"

Moses innocently raised two fingers: "I'm talking about H experience, not sexual experience. Even if you've done it yourself even once, that counts, since you're a completely pure person."

"ha...?"

House wondered to himself, "Are there really people like this in the world...?"

Brother, I can find plenty of inexperienced guys like that.

But do people who don't mine or run Taoist temples really exist in this world?

"What are you two standing there for?"

"Ughhhh!" House jumped up in fright. "I...holy shit, that scared me to death! Alan, why do you walk so quietly?"

Carrying two large bags, Chiaran emerged from behind the two with an annoyed expression. She glanced sideways and shook her head, seemingly looking down on House, who could be intimidated by her.

Then she glanced at Moses behind the counter and said, "Oh...you're the boss, right? How much were the two rooms last night?"

Moses blinked. "Ah... let me calculate the check-out time. Please wait a moment."

Kiaran nodded impatiently, his gaze sweeping around...

She happened to catch a glimpse of the dazzling crystal on the counter.

"Hmm?"

She instinctively reached out, and House was about to say something to dissuade her, but... the girl's slender fingers first wrapped around the inconspicuous crystal, and then, without any resistance, the ore that had just been as heavy as a mountain was gently picked up and placed in front of her eyes, where she examined it closely:

"What is this...? A mineral? It's quite beautiful, and I've never seen this kind before."

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Kiaran was startled by the surprised gazes of the other three; her ears turned red and she frowned.

"No...why...why are you suddenly looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face...?"