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

This scene would probably evoke pity in any normal person, but House wasn't particularly bothered by it. In terms of misery, he was just as miserable as these people: a broken leg, bone setting, eating liquid food, rehabilitation training, and finally, after his life stabilized, he was killed by a car and transported to another world... and now he's at risk of being beheaded because he lost something from a coffin.

"Ma'am! Have you seen a blonde, blue-eyed girl? She's about 1.6 meters tall. If you have, I'll buy you some food!"

The woman who was lying on the ground, whimpering and begging, was taken aback: "No...no, sir...my daughter hasn't had her nutritional supplements for several days...could you please be merciful—"

shhhhh--

"Alright then, sorry to have taken up your time, goodbye ma'am! Regarding your child, I'm sorry, I can't help you! I'm just a poor guy myself; if you want to get rich, you have to rely on yourself!"

Under the woman's astonished gaze, the two-wheeled oddball turned and walked deeper into the slums without the slightest hesitation.

She pursed her dry lips. Normally, being rejected when begging is nothing out of the ordinary, but now an indescribable emotion was burning in her heart... like a faint flame that bursts out in a storm. Although it may be extinguished by the rain in the next second, it does have warmth.

She looked down at the infant still in her arms. The baby's dry face had almost lost all color, and she didn't even know who the child's father was.

Last month, she gave birth to the child on a rough, dirty strip bed with a basin of water and a towel, but she regretted it as soon as the baby was born. She couldn't even support herself, let alone add another little life to the mix...?

This kind of thing is not uncommon in slums. Many mothers will choose to walk through that alley and leave their children on the main street where people are passing by. From then on, the child's future fate is entirely up to fate.

Logically speaking, she should have done the same, but looking at the babbling baby in her arms, as a mother, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

So she had to beg and sell more frequently every day... For half a loaf of bread, she had to sleep with those fat, greasy, disgusting old men.

On several occasions, she even risked running to the other end of the alley to beg for money, even though people like her were severely discriminated against in the Kingdom of Oreg. In the end, she not only failed to get any coins, but was also beaten up by the patrolling soldiers.

The pain of her life made her want to end it all...

"Ee...hehehehehe, I have food, but I won't give it to you." The idiot next to him seemed to be having a lucky day. He found an unopened can of peas from the garbage dump, which was a rare commodity in the slums.

Regarding this idiot... the woman didn't know if he was born that way or if he was born that way. From the moment she saw him in the slums, he had always looked like he deserved a beating. But since he was an idiot, it was foolish to get angry at someone with intellectual disabilities.

But today, for some reason… the woman’s fingers suddenly started trembling.

Her gaze, unfocused, was fixed on a crowd in the distance, where a black steel wheelchair weaved through the throng.

"..."

Lucy, the woman's name is Lucy. In the slums, names aren't very important. People call you by whatever features you have.

"Hehehehe... you bastard, if you sleep with me tonight, I'll let you lick the lid of the can~ hehehe~" The idiot brought his fat face close to Lucy's face and swayed it from side to side with a lewd grin.

That's right, "sell skin" is the 'nickname' for this woman, because she relied on selling her skin to earn food, hence the derogatory nickname.

Then the idiot wrapped his right hand around his left index finger and made an insulting gesture, moving it up and down: "Hehehe, how about it, how about it? Your brat is starving, hehehe, no food... huh?"

Suddenly, the fool felt a darkness in front of him. There was no particular reason for it, because Lucy suddenly put down the child in her arms, stood up, and stood in front of the fool.

"Hehehehehehe? You agree? Okay, okay, okay, let's get started now..."

"No."

A single, resounding word escaped Lucy's lips. Her gaze trembled as she stared ahead, making one think the other was looking at him, but in reality, she wasn't.

Everything in Lucy's eyes was gradually going out of focus... She was experiencing an incomprehensible tremor in her heart, and the words spoken by the man in the wheelchair kept echoing in her ears.

Her vision gradually blurred, not because she had lost her sight, but because she could see something clearly.

Why?

Why did I have to become a prisoner? Why did I have to live a lonely and miserable life alone with my baby? Why are the powerful and wealthy able to stand high above others? Why is the life of the poor so hopeless?

These problems have existed since Lucy was born. She only knows that these problems exist, but she has never put herself in Lucy's shoes to think about why these problems exist.

All she knew was that everyone around her worshipped the great Star God, because the Star God said it was all predestined, so she went along with it.

But just as she saw that guy, she instinctively asked him for help.

Lucy belatedly realized... that guy was in a wheelchair, he was born with a disability! She had actually instinctively sought help from a disabled person?!

Coming to her senses, she slowly lowered her head, gazing at her palms...

Even a disabled person is striving to live... and I, a person with all four limbs intact, am still wasting my life in a daze...

This...this is absolutely absurd!

"Hehehehe... Hey skin seller, come with me!"

The idiot's dirty hand grabbed her wrist. Clearly, the guy had no idea what Lucy was thinking at that moment. The woman snapped out of her daze and stared blankly at the baby on the ground... Something was awakening within her.

"Pinas".

Lucy abruptly stopped in her tracks, revealing an unprecedentedly resolute look in her eyes, as solemn as a lion and as sharp as a hawk.

"I'll only say this once, give me the can." Lucy held out her hand, asking for the food.

The idiot named "Pinas" was clearly still in shock. He swayed his bloated body and turned around: "You skin seller...you're out of your mind! The food is mine! I won't give it to you! I won't give it to you—Pfft!!"

With a muffled thud, the boulder shattered his skull, and Pinas's heavy body crashed to the ground. The intense pain caused his can of food to slip from his grasp and roll to the floor. He groaned, touching the hot blood streaming down his forehead...

What's going on?

I got hit...?

Huh...huh? What's going on?

Why? Why—

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Plop! Plop! Plop!

On Lucy's expressionless face, bloodstains splattered one after another, more and more.

She mechanically and repeatedly smashed Pinas's face with stones, completely shattering the idiot's nose. This was the first time Lucy had ever used violence. She felt a mix of fear, dread, and excitement, but she was terrified that the idiot would suddenly stand up and attack her, so she held nothing back and each blow was a desperate, all-out attack.

The beating continued for several minutes. Pinas was long dead, but Lucy seemed unable to rest easy until she smashed his head open, which is why she kept 'forging' him like a madwoman.

Only after Pinas's entire head looked like a watermelon crushed by a steamroller... did Lucy seem relieved, panting as she got off him.

Then, with faltering steps, she slowly picked up the can of peas splattered with blood. Immediately afterward, for no apparent reason, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up and twitched upward... This seemed to be the first time in her memory that she had laughed from the bottom of her heart since she was born in this hell on earth.

Many equally hungry poor people around cast envious glances, but seeing Pinas's tragic death, no one dared to approach this madman.

Lucy smiled and picked up her child. After wiping the blood from the corner of her lips, she whispered gently to her, "Sweetie... sweetie... Mommy will make you something to eat again tomorrow... Mommy will make sure you grow up healthy and strong."

Well... sometimes you have to admit that the theory of cause and effect is really amazing. Just like a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tsunami, a trivial polite remark may later stir up a bloody storm.

Deep in the slums.

At this moment, House, who was racing against time to find someone, also suddenly stopped. Veret was stunned. He didn't understand why this guy was suddenly staring at the air.

House, looking at the pop-up notification, was even more confused:

The "Empty Tongue" effect is now automatically activated.

[Time for empty words and silver tongue has run out; now it's cooldown time.]

[Result of this campaign: Outstanding effect]

"Clam......?"