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

"this......"

In just a moment, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere turned cold and oppressive. Old Sangbo seemed unable to withstand such a severe blow, and before he could catch his breath, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding workers quickly helped him up from the ground, but old Sangbo, who was barely clinging to life, didn't care about his own body at all. He raised his trembling arm and pointed directly at the coffin on the carriage:

"Goods...goods! Goods!"

Kiaran leaped onto the carriage, roughly pushing open the coffin lid. Inside, the coffin had a soft red velvet bottom; it was indeed a rather luxurious coffin… only to find it empty now.

Old Sangbo could no longer hold on; the immense fear overwhelmed him, and with a groan, he vomited a mouthful of white foam and fainted.

"Grandpa Sang! Grandpa Sang!"

"Mr. Samber! Oh my god, he's fainted—"

House frowned deeply. Did things really have to go wrong at this crucial moment?!

"Take him aside and let him rest!"

He really didn't want to get involved in this mess if he could, but it concerned his three hundred gold coins, and as someone implicated, it might even lead back to him.

"Wait! Don't all go over there! You guys tell me what's inside this coffin so we can go look for it!"

House pulled over a few of his men and asked them, but their reaction upon hearing this was a pause.

The group looked at each other, flustered and nervous, none of them wanting to be the first to speak.

Omia, watching anxiously from behind, stamped her foot and shouted, "What time is it?! Why are you still dawdling over something so trivial?! Just say it!"

House could clearly hear the anger in her voice; she was so driven by the child that she was about to cut off her S personality.

"This...this...the regulations at the time said that this thing must never be revealed...otherwise we will—"

"Yes, my ass!" Chiaran gritted her teeth and jumped out of the car, grabbing one of the workers by the collar with a powerful grip. "If you dawdle another word, the goods are gone and you're all dead!"

The man was so frightened by the menacing-looking Kiaran that he stammered, "I...I...let me think! Let me think..."

"She was a human girl who had already died. She was about the same height as me, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and teardrop-shaped marks at the corners of her eyes. She was wearing light clothing and was very pretty, probably on par with the two people next to you."

A boy with no whites in his eyes suddenly emerged from behind the group of guys, speaking rapidly and clearly.

Before House could even finish speaking, Chiarand dashed off into the backstreet.

"House! I'll head east to search. At most half an hour. Dragging a corpse, there's no way they could have left the city!"

After saying that, Omia took off her glasses and ran off in the opposite direction from Kiaran.

She has completely switched forms, which is enough to prove that she also thinks this matter is very important and urgent, so she changed her form without hesitation to make it easier for her to start working.

House, hands on his wheelchair, didn't dare delay, cold sweat pouring down his forehead: "Don't just stand there! Search everywhere! Go get the pass from Old Sanber's pocket and ask the soldiers to help search!"

The men nodded blankly, their bodies still stiff.

House was furious at their clumsy attempts: "Fuck you, move!!"

"Oh! Yes! It's the pass! Go get that pass!"

House ignored the group and turned to pull the handbrake, preparing to accelerate at full speed. But then the wheelchair suddenly jolted, and Verette clung to the back of the wheelchair like a monkey trying to climb onto a carriage.

"you..."

"Hurry up, I'm fine." Verette pointed in the direction of the Star Church they had just seen. "Let's go in this direction."

House nodded and dashed off.

The road Veret was referring to was a winding alleyway, and many homeless people who reeked of foul odors lived in these alleyways. House had to slow down several times to avoid hitting them.

"Tsk... What's wrong with this damn road? Why are there so many homeless people?"

House grumbled a few words as he vigorously paddled his wheels, while Verette whispered in his ear, "This is normal. The tax rate in the Kingdom of Oreg is far higher than that of other independent countries. There is no such thing as a middle class in this country; there are only the poor and the rich."

Squeak—House was truly dumbfounded when he rushed out of the alley. Even though time was of the essence, he couldn't help but stop and look around...

"Kind person... could you please give me some money... or even just some food if you can't afford that..."

"Quack... I've never seen a face like this before... Hahahaha..."

The densely packed human bodies covered every inch of the ground like stranded fish. They lay down, sprawled, curled up, or half-kneeled. Their thin, bony backs gleamed with a sickly bluish-gray hue in the dim light. Some wrapped their lower limbs in tattered sacks, some buried their heads in piles of moldy straw, and many simply lay directly in the filth formed by their own excrement, as if they could no longer distinguish between clean and dirty.

The air was filled with a nauseating, complex stench—the sourness of sweat, the festering of wounds, the stench of feces, and some indescribable, decaying smell belonging to the dying.

Several skinny stray dogs, their ribs clearly visible, darted among them, licking the festering sore on the ankle of an unconscious person. The unconscious person didn't even have the strength to drive them away; they just twitched unconsciously.

"Kind person... please give me some food..."

A withered hand suddenly gripped House's wheel hub. He looked down and saw a woman with gray hair, her eyes sunken like two dry wells, and her lips cracked and peeling white. In her arms she held a child whose age was hard to tell—or rather, a skeleton still faintly breathing, its ribs clearly protruding from the thin, translucent skin, as if about to pierce through at any moment.

"Hmm..."

House was almost bursting with rage. He had previously thought that no matter how poor a place was, how poor could it really be? He had also watched documentaries about aid to Africa, but now it seemed that he had underestimated the wickedness of human nature.

He can now turn around and even see the street on the other side of the alley.

Although it couldn't be called prosperous, it at least resembled a city-state: people came and went, merchants hawked their wares, and soldiers stood still, only bowing and smiling when passing by a few noblemen.

But... just across an alley lies this endless slum, where houses are almost nowhere to be seen; all the "dwellings" are simple tents made of wooden sticks and tarpaulins.

For no apparent reason, House suddenly recalled that line from Genshin Impact.

Let's try to save the people of the Kingdom of Oreg...

"I'll save you, Thunder..." House exclaimed sincerely, looking at the scene before him.

"This is... hell."