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

Keeves... The two cats went through the name in their minds, having never heard of it before.

In fact, they should have known the name, but unfortunately, the beastmen's parents protected them too strictly, not allowing them to leave the Ancient Tree Forest even half a step, so these little guys knew almost nothing about what was happening outside.

This is why Spencer loved reading and learning so much; he was truly eager to learn about the outside world.

"Praro, don't look at me like that! Do you think I wanted things to turn out this way?!"

Spencer listened intently, gritting his teeth.

The orc on that piece of paper called him "Kevis," right?

The name doesn't seem to have any particular meaning... but Spencer has heard of the name Praro.

In the ancient demon realm, this name means both "fierce" and "pinnacle." Among the orcs, there is only one person who can be encompassed by both of these words, and that is—

Orc King!

Spencer immediately held his breath!

Let's leave aside who this guy named Jeeves is for now, but he's talking to the Orc King!

Rosso, in his arms, had the same look in his eyes as he did—excitement, agitation, and nervousness.

This reaction wasn't hard to guess; she was proud of Spencer, whose decision had led the two of them to track down one of the Orcs' most hated enemies!

King of the Orcs!

If this news is told to the adults in the tribe, they will become heroes who will go down in history among the entire beast pack!

"Ugh, I'm so tired of hearing this." Pralo, still inside the paper, scratched his ear. "What's your excuse this time?"

"What do you mean by 'this time'? I only failed this once! You, who reaped the benefits without contributing anything, shouldn't be making sarcastic remarks!"

Praro scoffed, his enormous face twitching with disdain, the fat muscles on his face shaking as he spoke.

"Reap the benefits without sowing? You idiot ruined the lives of hundreds of my orcs, and even my third son, Rune, is dead... If I am reaping the benefits without sowing, then you, this piece of trash, are just a complete fraud. If you don't like me, why don't you go talk to Lord Alduin? I've had enough of you too."

Keeves was trembling with rage; he punched the wooden table, cracking it.

"What did you say, you bastard?"

"Wasn't I clear enough?" Praro scratched his nails with utter disdain, not even bothering to look at him. "Sigh... can't you even figure out your place? You've already wiped out that bunch of idiot green-skinned idiots, what? You think you can threaten me?"

The orc king in the paper laughed, his body trembling: "Hahahaha! Speaking of this, I can't help but laugh. As a [Lust], with the power of seduction, how could you possibly go too far? What's it like to be turned against your own son? Watching him tear apart everything you've meticulously planned, doesn't it remind you of that night more than a decade ago...—"

"Fuck your mother, Praro—!!!!!"

boom--!!!

With a deafening roar, all the books in the room were instantly consumed by a scorching black flame. Spencer and Rosso huddled together in terror, nearly collapsing to the ground from the shock of the explosion.

What kind of magic is this... black and white flames? I've never seen anything like it before!

But Spencer, being a man, knew this was not the time to back down. If he was afraid, Rosso would be afraid too. So he tried his best to control his emotions, but as his breathing gradually calmed, he smelled the fresh scent of green grass...

The smell was coming from outside the cave... Kivis couldn't detect it, but the orcs' extraordinary perception made Spencer understand immediately.

"Wet..." he murmured suddenly.

"What? What's wet?" Rosso asked in a low voice as well.

"The air is humid..." Spencer's eyes widened as he reached out to feel the air. "That loud bang wasn't from him; it was thunder..."

"It's pouring rain outside."

But putting aside what's happening outside, at this moment, Kevis really wanted to drag Praro across the paper and tear him to shreds. That bastard was the worst of the worst, always picking on the most sensitive topics.

"Oh dear...you're making me so angry, what? You want me to apologize to you?" Praro grabbed a boneless pork leg and gnawed on it with grease dripping from his mouth, his expression nonchalant, but his tone was slightly softer.

"Well... I'm just too kind-hearted. In case you don't know, I'll mercifully inform you. Your good son has now gathered all the goblins in the southern part of the entire Northern Continent. The five thousand you charmed before... are nothing at all."

Praro's gaze suddenly darkened; he looked at Keeves with the contempt of someone looking at trash, as if watching a clown jumping around on a beam.

"Just a friendly reminder, only two days have passed... Do you know how many goblins Rudik has already gathered?"

Praro spoke in a deep, deliberate voice, enunciating each word clearly:

"Three, ten thousand, only."

"Two days...that's already six times the fuck!" Praro suddenly sprang to his feet, glaring at him with wide, angry eyes. "You idiot, not only did you fail to accomplish what Lord Alduin instructed, you've fucking made things worse!"

Keeves was both angry and shocked. He really wanted to lash out again, but when he heard that Rudik had already gathered 30,000 goblins... he simply couldn't believe it.

Keeves clutched his head in anguish, crying out, "No...this...this can't be...how did he do that?! It can't be! It can't be!"

Praro slapped his neck hard with his thumb: "What's impossible? Are my reconnaissance troops blind? I don't know how he did it... but I do know that you're absolutely a useless piece of trash who's good for nothing!"

The orc leader made no attempt to hide his resentment and anger: "I wasn't wrong, you bunch of guys are complete trash. You have that freakish ability 'Charm,' yet you still managed to squander such a good hand. I really—"

Tear—!!!

With a crisp sound, Keeves, unable to withstand the pressure any longer, tore the paper to shreds.

Unfortunately, this piece of paper is just a communication paper with a communication magic spell drawn on it, not a voodoo doll paper with curse abilities. Even if you tear it up, it won't kill Praro. On the contrary, it will make Praro laugh so hard that he's broken down.

"Damn it... these damn otherworldly demons!!" Keeves kicked over the table in front of him in a fit of rage. He roughly grabbed his hair, and the thought of Rudik's bastard face made him want to kill someone.

But he quickly calmed down, and Spencer and Rosso watched him pace around erratically for a very long time, until the two cats could hear the torrential rain outside, before Keeves finally stopped.

As if making a huge sacrifice, he slowly squatted down on the spot.

Then, to the astonishment of the two men, the madman suddenly began to talk to thin air.

"Check the level."

Keeves frowned, tracing lines in the air. "Tsk... Damn it! Why is my charm level increasing so slowly? This idiot... Why did he assign me lust? I'm not suppressing it at all!"

"Life Reconstruction unlocked... Soul Charm unlocked... Damn it, all those war points I earned are gone in a flash, and after leveling up, they're still useless!"

The veins on Kevis's face bulged out like demonic runes.

"I've fucking had enough of this garbage! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck—!"

boom!boom!boom!boom!

He pounded his fists on the broken table wreckage again and again, looking like a child in a fit of impotent rage.

But Spencer and Rosso only felt eeriness and horror. If they had only been wary of what this guy had said and the fighting power he had shown before, now they were truly afraid.

Regardless of strength or background... is this guy really crazy?

The two of them couldn't understand it at all...

What kind of nonsense is he spouting? He's inexplicably getting angry and talking to thin air... Is he some kind of complete lunatic?

"Meow..." Rosso's throat bobbed softly. It was a low-frequency communication method that only cat-like beastmen could hear, but because it only had one or two syllables, it could only express some simple meanings.

Rosso's voice means:

"superior?"

"Meow..."

Spencer's response was:

"wait."

But Rosso didn't understand why they were waiting any longer... This madman seemed to have lost his mind; if they were going to make a move, now was the best time.

But the little girl soon realized that Spencer was right, because right after Keeves started smashing things, his eyes suddenly changed, from violence and resentment to submission and fear.

"Ah...ah...sir."

"—!" "—!"

As if electrocuted, every hair on the two beastmen's bodies stood on end, and an invisible pressure emanated from Jevis, as if a ferocious tiger had its teeth pressed against their throats. The two men's legs trembled so much that they had to cling tightly to the wall to keep from kneeling on the ground.

At this point, both Spencer and Rosso changed their minds.

The two of them didn't want to watch anymore; all they wanted to do was run!

The oppressive force was so terrifying that it defied comprehension and imagination... They weren't exactly legendary heroes, but they were warriors who had participated in countless hunts and faced numerous life-or-death trials...

What terrifying things hadn't they seen in this ancient forest? Cloud pythons nearly a hundred meters long, demonic trees that devour souls, treacherous snake people, lizard people that spew sulfuric acid... but all of these combined couldn't compare to even a fraction of this aura!

What the hell is that thing?!

The good news is that Keeves isn't the one who released it; on the contrary, he's currently extremely nervous about it.

He knelt on the ground, worshipping the air. Spencer mustered his courage and opened his eyes wide. He seemed to be able to vaguely see something transparent in front of Keeves, but there was only a faint outline. He couldn't see any more.

"M-Sir...you've arrived." Keeves stammered, his forehead pressed against the ground.

"You failed."

"!?!"

The two cats jumped again; they...heard that guy's voice!?

No... to be precise, it's not about hearing, it's about a special frequency. Just like whales use low moans, elephants use stomping, and cats use purring to communicate, the way that ethereal thing makes sounds is an extremely strange frequency. There's no need to understand or learn it; as long as you come into contact with it, you'll immediately understand its meaning.

"Meow..." Rosso, in Spencer's arms, gripped his sleeve tightly. The gurgling sound didn't need translation; it was simply a sound of fear.

"My lord... I... I can explain! I've obtained crucial information! I know where Topred is hiding! I've found him!"

"...Did your son tell you that?"

"That disgusting thing doesn't deserve to be my offspring! That beast! But... yes, he used this information to buy his own life, you understand, sir, right? Whether he lives or dies is irrelevant! He's just a mere goblin. Now that we know this, we don't need to waste time doing all that trouble! We can just head straight for that bastard's lair!"

The eerie voice, tinged with anger, said, "I'm starting to regret choosing you... Your stupidity is simply astonishing."

"Huh...huh?" Kevis raised his head in fear, not understanding why his dear lord had suddenly become angry. "My lord...my lord...it's true! I didn't lie to you!"

"I didn't say you lied to me, but... you're really stupid. You just learned your lesson but haven't gained any wisdom at all. Those so-called 'mere goblins' you used to look down on are now beating you to a pulp... When are you going to finally learn your lesson?"

"I...I..." Keeves gritted his teeth, but he dared not speak out. He could only reflect on his actions in accordance with the lord's words, "I understand...Sir, I will definitely change in the future...I will definitely change."

"I don't care. Complete the deal, and I'll let you go back. Otherwise, you'll stay here and wait for the day you fight those other guys. The outcome is ultimately up to you. Think about it."

The oppressive aura vanished instantly, like the wind, allowing Spencer and his companion to catch their breath, while Keeves was now furious.

He started smashing and kicking everything in the room like a madman, as if crushing intact things into pieces would make him feel much better.

There was no other reason; it was simply impotent rage.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! These bastards—!!!"

"Damn demons! Damn other world! Damn heroes! If this were Earth, I'd plant you all in the ground like ginseng roots! I'd fucking kill you all!!"

With a series of loud crashes, he turned the entire room upside down. At that moment, Spencer gave Rosso a look, and he began to carefully take the longbow off his back, then nocked an arrow and raised it.

Rosso nodded her little head earnestly, baring her teeth to show she was ready. No matter what this madman's identity or background was, as long as they captured him, they would be little heroes of the orcs. Then Spencer held his breath and slowly pulled his hand back to the very end...

"Ha...ha...ha..." After his anger subsided, Keeves began to process it. He stood up from the ground, exhausted. No matter what, he had to find that bastard named Topred first. Only by finding him would he have a chance to turn the tables.

Until then, you must be patient.

"Huff...huff...okay, let's get back to the road!!"

Ding! !

A tearing pain shot through his shoulder and neck. Spencer's longbow weighed a full 220 pounds, no joke. This arrow could really pierce a tree. Keeves didn't even see the arrow's afterimage before it pierced his shoulder and pinned him to the wall.

"Damn it...who is this!?"

When he saw the two figures at the cave entrance, he was both confused and frightened. What were those cat ears? Beastmen? Why would two beastmen suddenly appear to cause him trouble?

He tried to squeeze a wisp of black flame from his hand, but as soon as the magic was gathered, an incredibly piercing shriek slammed into his skull, and the excruciating pain made it impossible for him to concentrate on gathering magic power!

"Ugh... what is this now...?"

Spencer patted Rosso's wide-open mouth triumphantly: "Feeling exhausted? How did it feel to be yelled at by Rosso? You couldn't concentrate on casting spells at all, right?"

As he spoke, Spencer fired another arrow, which pierced his kneecap.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Keeves was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat. He was completely confused: "Who the hell are you? I don't know you at all! Why are you attacking me?!"

Spencer knew the man before him was very dangerous, so he ignored his pleas for mercy and focused solely on drawing his bow and preparing for a third arrow.

Kevis was now truly panicked. He had discarded all his armor on the way in order to travel faster, so he couldn't use his magic and had suffered two serious injuries.

Why do I always run into all sorts of terrible things every day?!

No...no, that's not what I need to think about right now. He started muttering something very quickly...

Rosso glared at his disheveled state and said, "Spencer... he's so weak, meow. Aren't you overthinking it, meow?"

Spencer narrowed his eyes slightly. Wasn't this guy a warrior?

He couldn't sense any "aura" emanating from the other party at all... Could it be that he was just overthinking it?

Well...whatever. Spencer slowly released his fingers from the bowstring, preparing to utterly crush the man's lower body. This weirdo named Kevis was talking to the Orc King one minute, then to some unknown terrifying being the next, and then he was fighting and getting angry at thin air like a madman...

This is really too weird. No matter what, this guy is definitely not a good person.

And so what if he's a good person? For the sake of the clan, his grandfather would never say a word against him, so Spencer had no qualms about it.

But just as he was about to fire his third arrow, the man lying on the ground raised his only functional arm and cried out in a panic, "Wait! Wait! I know! I recognize you! You're beastmen! The Atofi beastmen! Right!?"

"!" "!"

These words froze Spencer and Rosso; the other party actually knew their ethnic group?

But he only paused for a moment; the hostility in Spencer's eyes didn't diminish in the slightest: "So what? You recognized me, do you expect me to give you an award?"

Keeves shook his head anxiously, his gaze never falling on Spencer.

The two cats found it strange that this guy kept frowning and staring at the air directly to his left, as if there was something there.

"I...I...Ah! Yes! I know your chieftain!"

"Huh?" Spencer frowned even more. "Are you kidding me? How could you possibly have seen—"

"The Atofi Beast Clan! Your chieftain is named Scavini! You migrated here a thousand years ago during the First War of the Gods, right? Atofi is the general name for the cat-like beast clan. You also have the Ge Brothers tribe; they are the canine beast clan, and their name is Badiba! Am I right!?"

This string of words really stunned Spencer. He immediately put down his bow and arrow, and even though he didn't trust the person in front of him, he didn't dare to attack.

Among the orcs, the 'true name' is a very significant thing; orcs all have a 'common name' and a 'true name'.

For example, Spencer is his common name, and that's what everyone usually calls him.

His 'real name' is Straul, which means 'cautious' in Orcish slang.

Indeed, true names are something that beastmen cherish greatly. They are something that only the closest of friends who have been through thick and thin with each other know, because they often represent the wisdom, blessings, and favor of their ancestors.

It's no exaggeration to say that even Spencer and Rosso didn't know each other's real names.

His grandfather's real name was known only to his father, his mother, and himself within the entire clan.

Rosso slowed her breathing, a little flustered, and asked, "Spencer... is he referring to the chieftain's real name, meow? How... how does he know, meow?"

Kivis gasped for breath, struggling to explain, "I said... I said I know your chieftain... Scavini and I are... we're best friends..."

Spencer was rapidly reshaping his worldview at this time...

How could that be? Grandpa has such a friend? He's never heard the old man ramble on about it.

But... but he actually knows Grandpa's real name, this can't be made up, right?

"How...how could I possibly believe you! I saw you talking to the Orc King here just now!"

Keeves' chest heaved violently as he licked the blood from his mouth, baring his teeth. "Just take me back to camp and ask Scavini, won't you? Every word I said is absolutely true. Why would I need to lie to you?!"

Rosso was frantic, pacing back and forth, clutching her hair and crying, "It's all over, Spencer! We really arrested the wrong person! This guy is actually your grandfather... the chief's friend!"

Spencer's expression was also extremely grim. He thought to himself, "Impossible! My intuition shouldn't be wrong..."

But he had no choice; he was afraid of accidentally killing his grandfather's friend, so he had to put away his bow and arrows.

"Haha...that's right," Keeves said, relieved that the other person finally believed him. "Young lady over there...could you cast a healing spell on me? Your husband's arrow is hurting a bit..."

Rosso's face flushed red instantly: "Ugh... Spencer isn't my husband yet, meow~"

"My name is Jeeves," Jeeves began to introduce himself, staring blankly into the air. "My race is Darkwater Elf... Ha, never heard of it, right? It's a subspecies of Winged Elf, that's right, the kind that's very small, so small it can be put into a glass jar. More than ten years ago, when I was still a conscript, I passed through this forest and met your Chief Scavini. The two of us defeated countless snake people and lizard people together. I saved his life countless times, and he's never mentioned me?"

Spencer and Rosso shook their heads solemnly.

"Damn that old bastard... I really want to kick his ass with my boots. Although I am a demon spy and it is right to keep my identity a secret, does that mean I should tell my people at all?" Kivis chuckled twice, as if mocking himself. "But don't blame your good chieftain."

Rosso was stunned for a moment, but quickly ignored Spencer's attempts to stop her and took several steps forward: "I'm so... so sorry, meow! We attacked you without knowing what was going on, meow!"

Seeing this, Keeves' lips clenched tightly. Then he shook his stiff hand and said, "Hmph...you little bastards, I'm not angry. It's good to have some vigilance, better than when I was young."

These words made Rosso feel even more guilty: "Mr....Mr. Keaves! I'm so sorry, meow! It's all our fault, meow! I...Is there anything we can do to make it up to you, meow!"

Spencer choked: "Hey, wait a minute, Ross! I haven't even asked you anything yet!"

"Oh? This little girl..." Keeves suddenly forced a smile from his bruised lips, "Your name is Rosso, right?"

The two men were taken aback by the question, and Rosso nodded:

"What... is wrong?"

"Ah...I see. Well then, Miss Rosso, there's something else I want to tell you. That Mr. Spencer behind you...is actually a bad guy, you know?"

"He's a traitor to your beastmen, you know. He actually has deep ties with the demons. If you're a proper warrior—you should kill him."

"Varied--?"

Spencer's mind went blank. Was this guy really crazy? What the hell was he spouting all of a load of nonsense?

Did I hear wrong...? What is this guy doing—

puff!

"...?"

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Keeves' lips curled up into a wide smile. Even though the arrow stuck in his skin made him sweat from the pain when he laughed, he still couldn't suppress his laughter.

His favorite look, that kind of look he loved most, that look of disbelief...

Spencer vomited a large amount of blood with a groan. His face was pale, and his body went limp uncontrollably. He then collapsed into the girl's slender arms, but at this moment, he had no intention of taking advantage of her...

That was Rosso thrusting his hand into his chest, straight into his lung.

Then, with a soft thud, the girl pulled her hand out and pushed away the boy she once admired. Spencer fell heavily to the ground, landing on his spine, blood spurting from his mouth. He stared intently at Keeves with his bloodshot eyes.

Click!

Despite the excruciating pain, Keeves snapped the arrow out of his shoulder; he didn't flinch.

"Hahaha...you almost killed me, you bastard..."

He began to rave about his own thoughts: "If my charm is divided into more than five thousand parts, it's at most a layer of psychological suggestion, but if there's only one target... then she will become a puppet that I can control."

Rosso, his eyes now dull, went to Keeves and broke the arrow from his knee, then helped him to his feet.

"Damn it... you hairy beast, if I weren't pressed for time, I would have raped your woman to death right in front of you..."

Keeves spat on Spencer, who was almost dead. "But I don't have time to waste on you right now... Be grateful for my kindness, I'll make sure you die a quick death."

With Rosso's help, Keeves leaned slowly against the wall and instructed the girl, "There are two Saint-level healing scrolls in the pocket of Polly's saddle... Damn, it's good that I prepared two. Go and get them for me."

Rosso nodded and bowed like a puppet, then dashed out in one stride. Spencer tried his best to breathe, but his lungs were damaged, and no matter how hard he tried, no oxygen could circulate.

Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and he could hardly believe that he was about to die.

As the grandson of the Orc leader... he believed he had done nothing wrong this time.

Reasonable judgment, reasonable analysis.

But he never understood how this guy knew his grandfather's real name... and how he controlled Rosso.

He didn't even sense a trace of magic... Are you kidding me? You can control people just by moving your lips?

"Ugh...ugh..."

Orc warriors rarely shed tears, and it's no exaggeration to say that this was the first time Spencer had ever cried in his memory. But it wasn't because he was afraid of dying; his tears came from Rosso... If he died, that silly girl would surely suffer a terrible fate, wouldn't she?

But what can be done? Who can save them now?

Miracle... Miracle... Spencer prayed in his heart again and again to Timgundi, the god worshipped by their orc race.

God...can you hear my cry? If you can, please let Rosso live...that fool shouldn't have died here with me...

God... I'm really begging you...

Let a miracle happen, and let Rosso never come back...

Anyone can come, anyone can come, please rescue her...

My eyelids started to feel as heavy as boulders. I've lost too much blood, and my whole body is starting to go numb... Am I going to die?

Am I going to die...? I'm so sorry, Juliet... We were about to marry each other, I'm so sorry, Grandpa... I'm dying before I can become a warrior who satisfies you, I'm so sorry, Rosso... We should have listened to you, your warning was right, we shouldn't have followed this bastard...

"Hey, system, can't you just let me get the maximum level of charm directly? I've been working for you for so many years and I've only leveled up four times. Your cheat system is so useless."

"Damn it, I won't say anything else, but at least you have to know my name, right? Isn't that annoying? Do you think this is reasonable?"

"Tsk, playing dead again, utterly useless."

"--Damn it, I, the young master of the prestigious Pearl River Group, have ended up like this... Fuck your truck, this damn other world."

The sounds around me are indistinct... I can't understand a word of what this madman is saying...

Darkness...darkness...darkness...

Oh no... I'm really going to die... I can't even keep my thoughts flowing...

Did I really die like that...? I'm so unwilling to accept it...

Ah...whoever it is...kill this bastard named Keeves...

The black tide swallowed his vision. Miracles did not choose to favor this valiant warrior. For some reason, fate never seemed to favor such people. In the last moment of his life, he forgot everything in his mind, and all his fragmented thoughts converged into hatred for this bastard named Keeves.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him...

Anyone... kill him!