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

Splash splash splash splash...

Blazing white lightning bolts kept exploding in the clouds, and the torrential rain pounded on the roof of the carriage, making a racket. House huddled in the corner of the carriage with his arms crossed, wondering why the Ancient Forest was suddenly experiencing such a downpour. It was almost winter, and this kind of autumn rain was terrifying, cold and chilly, accompanied by howling winds. Generally speaking, a rain like this during the change of seasons would definitely make you catch a cold.

But Greyland doesn't have 999 cold medicine, so House, who didn't want to catch a cold, chose to wrap himself in several linen blankets in his wheelchair. Although the warmth was only so-so, the sheer number of blankets made up for it.

"Hmm... Alan, what do you think is in there?"

People can easily get bored in the rain. Old Sangbo was driving the carriage with his cloak draped over his shoulders, and House couldn't chat with him. It wouldn't be fun if the other person lost focus and crashed while cosplaying as Zobayan.

So, unable to stay idle, he chose to harass Miss Chialan.

Kiaran covered her face below her nose with half a cloak, sat sideways at the back of the carriage with her arms wrapped around her knees, her gaze fixed on the dim forest, the sound of the rain hitting the ground was noisy.

This girl hasn't said a word since she got on the bus a while ago. Coupled with her beautiful gray eyes, her melancholy is off the charts. If she were carrying a giant sword, she'd definitely be Guts.

"I don't know. It's better not to know the answer to this kind of question."

"Hey, don't say that! Guess, guess! Do you think it could be a mummy? Or a vampire or something?" House excitedly counted on his fingers. "Or maybe the Soldier Boy?"

"What are those things? I don't understand. Do you mean vampires? I saw a few when I was a kid." After spending a lot of time together, Kiaran could give a simple reply to these unfamiliar topics, though he was completely nonchalant.

Omia was in the front carriage with the caravan crew, while House and Kiaran were in the back carriage, where they were responsible for guarding the "cargo" and scouting for enemy activity.

And in this fourth carriage was the "cargo" that House had been wondering about.

A... coffin.

It was about two and a half meters tall, and a little over one meter long and wide. The material was really unclear, but it looked like the bones of some kind of giant creature. It was white and mottled. The edge of the coffin lid was carved with a wave-like pattern, and a large cross was printed on the surface of the coffin.

With this thing laid out so plainly in front of you, anyone would surely be curious about what's inside.

Not to mention that this was a shipment specifically requested by the Oregon royal family, costing over a thousand gold coins and traveling more than a thousand kilometers... Such a grand shipment was a coffin... House would absolutely not believe that it contained a simple corpse.

Hmm... I really want to lift it up and see what's inside, but unfortunately House can't.

The rain was still falling, and House, feeling bored, opened the system interface to take a look.

Only then did he remember that the system had helped him decipher and learn the Sword God Style sword technique during his battle with Nameless. Well, thank goodness he had taken a look, otherwise he would have forgotten it long ago.

You have learned the essential sword technique of the Sword God Style: Iai (LV.1)

This skill can evolve.

[A sword technique that strikes unexpectedly and catches the opponent off guard, abandoning defense in pursuit of ultimate speed, aiming to cut through everything; but if it fails to hit the opponent and is countered, it will surely come at a very painful price.]

"I've even tried Iaijutsu... Can this skill evolve?" House rubbed his chin. This was indeed quite interesting, a sword technique that could evolve... But he was thinking about it now.

Using one's own thigh to perform this sword technique must be such a bizarre sight... I should probably get myself a proper sword sometime.

Hmm... After going to the Kingdom of Oreg, Kiaran will need to forge a new greatsword. He can go with the other party then, but he doesn't know if he can find a blacksmith.

According to Kiaran himself, the blacksmithing profession is mostly done by halflings and dwarves, and these races often live for hundreds of years, making them the most senior of the senior.

This is a difficult situation... The average age is over 100. Where can you find someone who can lift a pure, immaculate crystal? If you look for a young person, their skills aren't up to par; if you look for an older person, they can't lift it.

This is truly a frustrating situation.

But just as House was lost in thought, the system in front of him suddenly emitted a low, metallic hum.

You have been summoned.

[Side quest issued: Please go to the 'Church of Judgment' and become a waiter.]

"?"

House's brain seemed to short-circuit... He didn't react at all for a moment.

Too abrupt, too confusing... Have I been summoned?

House looked around, but apart from the shadows and rain, he couldn't see anyone who supposedly 'summoned' him, let alone become a servant at the Church of Judgment... If the system's previous actions were already unpleasant, this time it was completely baffling and confusing! What on earth does this mean?

The motive, time, and place are all shrouded in mystery, as if someone had stepped on a pre-set trap.

"...Aran, do you know what the Church of Judgment is?"

Suddenly struck by a conversation, Alan raised an eyebrow: "The Church of Judgment? Never heard of it..." The girl lazily crossed her legs. "I only know the Archbishop of Judgment."

"Archbishop of Judgment... What kind of name is that? It sounds ominous."

"He really was a madman. It happened decades ago, a city legend in Rodland. It's about a priest who died and became a vengeful spirit, wandering the streets to judge sins," Kiaran shrugged dismissively. "But that's just for kids. You actually believed it?"

House, who had been mocked, was not angry. He blinked blankly... and was about to say something when the carriage suddenly began to shake violently!

The two men slammed violently against the side of the truck, presumably due to the inertia caused by the front vehicle's wheels suddenly braking in the mud.

It was fortunate that Old Sambo's carriage was of good quality; otherwise, on such a rainy and slippery road, a slightly worse carriage would probably have overturned.

But when House recovered, he was completely dumbfounded... You see, the brakes on the Black Dragon 3000 had been locked from the very beginning, and it hadn't escaped the jolts, almost throwing House off.

But what's going on now... House stared at the motionless coffin. The jolt and tremors that had almost caused the car to overturn felt like a brush cleaning dust off the coffin; it didn't even flinch.

For no apparent reason, as if the devil had lashed out iron chains from the cracks of hell and gripped House’s neck tightly, an uncontrollable desire arose within him.

House unconsciously stretched out his arm... A voice in his head was telling him, "Open this coffin, open this coffin, open this coffin..."

"Gulp..."

He swallowed hard, reaching out, but just as he was about to touch her, Kiaran suddenly shouted, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

The shout instantly snapped House out of his daze. He was about to defend himself when he saw several burly, naked, black-haired orcs climbing up from the back of the stopped carriage!

Each of them held a sharp spear in its hand, and Kiaran rushed forward and swiftly kicked one away:

"...We've been attacked!"