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

Goblin Rudic...

House opened his eyes wide and looked at it carefully several times to make sure that the words on it were not written incorrectly.

There were so many things to complain about that he didn't know where to begin... Why would a goblin be a priest in a church in a human village?

And aren't you a goblin too? Goblins write requests to exterminate goblins, right?

"Never mind, I'll go take a look anyway." House didn't think much of it, turned around, pushed his wheelchair out the door, and after asking the old man with the dog at the door where the church was, he went straight ahead.

Passing through rows of crooked fences and low houses, he saw the solitary church standing at the end of the village.

The church is made of stone bricks, but the mortar on almost every stone wall has peeled off, revealing the mottled bricks. The wooden cross on the spire is crooked and about to fall. The faded stained glass windows have several cracks. The oak door at the entrance is locked, and the hinges are rusted. The stone steps leading up are covered with moss.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be: lesbians going to the toilet – the worst kind of pudding.

This environment is so bad, House feels it's even worse than that concentration camp... It's comparable to the dormitories in some schools he lived in his previous life.

"What kind of Yagami is this that's being worshipped... Even a church that worships an evil god shouldn't be this dilapidated."

Looking at the steps in front of him, House sighed silently, then spread his arms and gripped the wheel tightly. He then dug his fingers in and grabbed the screw on the wheel belt, causing the wheelchair to wobble from side to side. He then took a breath and twisted his upper body sharply to the left. As his center of gravity shifted, the left side of the wheelchair naturally swung upwards.

With a creak, House climbed one step in this agonizing way.

Then he swung his body sharply to the right, and this time he followed the same steps, and the wheelchair swung up a step to the right.

There's no way around it; the stairs in this dead-end place offer no way for disabled people to get up. If they want to climb up, they'll have to rely on their own abilities.

If House had tried to climb the stairs this way before, he would have been exhausted to death.

However, with the increased strength from Geodude's passive ability, performing this maneuver is a piece of cake.

But at that moment, a seed was planted in his heart: this wheelchair was really bad in terms of function and strength, and he had to find a way to improve it in the future.

If my wheelchair gets smashed by the enemy halfway through a fight, I'm really doomed.

He simply vanished on the spot, just like his left hand, instantly losing all his fighting ability. Without his wheelchair, he would probably be killed like a chicken.

House, relying on his simple skill of throwing bricks with great force, huffed and puffed his way up 20 steps, and after quite a while, he finally arrived at the oak door.

House wiped his sweat. Although it wasn't difficult for him to do this kind of thing with his current strength, it was still very tiring.

knock knock knock.

He knocked on the door, and looking at the dilapidated door that reeked of decay, House was filled with curiosity…

Can this thing really be used as a 'door'? He felt like he could smash it to pieces with a single punch.

Splash!

The hinges on the door were unlocked, and the door slowly opened with a mournful groan. Then, a green-skinned creature with pointed ears and a long nose poked half its head out.

"Uh, hello, you must be Mr. Rudik?"

The goblin's expression was filled with confusion and fear: "I...I think I am, but who are you?"

House was baffled. He took out the commission form from his pocket: "I saw your commission at the Adventurers' Guild, read the requirements, and came to find you as you instructed."

The goblin's expression froze for a moment, then its pupils dilated sharply, but its eyebrows were raised.

"Oh...oh oh oh! Okay, please come in quickly!"

He hurriedly opened the door, but as soon as the door was fully open, he saw House slowly pushing his wheelchair in, and his expression immediately darkened.

House chuckled to himself. That's more like it... that's how a normal person should react.

After entering the room, House briefly looked around. The church was surprisingly clean and tidy. The mahogany lecture hall on the central stone platform was spotless, but the seats were rather shabby. There were only two rows of wooden chairs for prayer, and they were all small. Anyone with a body size slightly similar to Ryoko's would probably collapse under their weight.

The only light source was the kerosene lamp that swayed back and forth on the roof beams. If you were to ask what was most eye-catching in this church... it would be the toys scattered all over the floor.

There aren't many different styles of toys in this other world, perhaps because the children in the village can't afford them. Most of the toys here are handmade.

For example, green ogres, gray-white dire wolves, and jet-black Wendigos made of textile fabric.

The human side consists of soldiers in armor, mages in robes, and a fat king wearing a crown.

Besides these, there were slingshots, rubber bands, flippers, and even a triangular piece of women's underwear that some mischievous kid had stolen. These interesting little toys awakened House's childlike heart, and he wanted to play with them a few times.

Rudick swept aside a pile of toys with his foot, clearing a space before pulling over a chair and sitting down opposite House.

But as soon as he sat down, he started shaking his leg, and his hands were tightly resting on his knees, making him look uneasy.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to ask, "Um... excuse me, sir, how should I address you?"

"House".

"House... I've never heard of that name before. Have you only recently come to our village?"

House nodded. "Yes, I just arrived yesterday... cough cough, let me confirm, your request is very clear, right? You want me to help you destroy a goblin nest... I haven't misunderstood, have I?"

Although the goblin didn't understand why the other party had misunderstood, he still nodded:

"Yes, that's what I mean. The nest is easy to find. There are only about a dozen goblins in the whole nest, so it's not particularly difficult to deal with."

"that..."

Rudik tapped his fingers on his knee. "May I ask, who are you going to fight with? Your companions?"

House shook his head: "Just me, I have no companions."

Rudik's expression grew even more somber upon hearing this, clearly indicating his deep dissatisfaction with the matter, though he dared not speak out.

House noticed his embarrassment, paused for a moment, and said, "Father, I know what you're worried about. Here, take a look."

As he spoke, House wheeled his wheelchair around the ground and picked up a stone brick, which was probably leftover scrap from the construction of the house.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, tapped the surface of the stone brick, producing a low, muffled sound, and then waved the stone brick in front of Rudik's eyes.

"This is a genuine stone brick."

The next second, House suddenly threw the brick into the air, and then, seizing the opportunity, threw a punch!

With a loud bang, the stone brick was smashed into four pieces by a single punch!

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough...!" The dust that was scattered splattered all over Rudik's face, and the powder was inhaled by his sharp nose, making him cough and tears stream down his face.

But the goblin, who nearly choked to death, wasn't angry at all. In fact, he even put on a smile.

He coughed, clutching his throat, "Cough cough cough... This... this hard stone brick could be shattered so easily with a single punch? Mr. House... what kind of power is that!?"

House laughed smugly, swinging his arms like ropes:

"Fists like iron, wrists like cotton, arms like whips—this way of generating power looks like it doesn't exist at all, but in reality, once it touches you, it strikes in with a whoosh!"

The goblin's eyes lit up instantly, and he stood up and bowed deeply:

"I'm sorry, Mr. House... I didn't recognize you just now!!"

House chuckled, hands on his hips, his nose practically pointing to the sky.

This is the profound and extensive nature of traditional martial arts. Go ahead and learn this killing technique; it can even intimidate people from another world. Who would dare say that our traditional martial arts are useless? Who would dare!?

Can you do things like boxing or jiu-jitsu that involve pinching someone's nipples? Can you do things like taekwondo or karate?

Of course, House doesn't know any kung fu.

The reason he broke that brick was simply because he used a lot of force, and when he punched, he also triggered a forward momentum.

What does speed plus force equal?

Anyone who has studied physics knows how complex this is. Breaking a mere broken brick is, of course, a piece of cake.

So House flicked his wrist: "Don't worry, Father, aren't I awesome?"

The goblin froze instantly: "Huh? I...this...this...I don't have that kind of orientation..."

"...?"

House, realizing what was happening, felt a chill run down his spine and quickly retorted, "I was asking you if I'm awesome or not! That's not what I meant!"

"Oh...oh oh oh! Awesome, awesome, awesome!" Rudik scratched the back of his head. "Sorry...I misunderstood."

House rolled his eyes helplessly. Although the process was a bit tortuous and the plot a bit melodramatic, the goblin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, seemed to finally be at ease.

He sat up straight again: "Well then, Mr. House, since you've accepted my commission, I'd like to ask you a question first."

House didn't seem to care: "Sure, ask away."

Rudik let out a soft breath, his eyes shining brightly as he said:

"Do you think it's better to go left or right?"

"...?"

—Snap! !

With a whoosh, House retreated ten meters at lightning speed, sparks flying from the wheels. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow with trembling hands, shaking his head wildly as he said:

"You! You! You! If you want to die, don't drag me into it!!"