I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

"A wheelchair...do you mean this?"

Ella stared into thought as she looked at the so-called wheelchair in front of her.

The wheels are huge, almost half a person's height, and the body is tilted slightly backward. There are some buttons and joysticks on the armrest.

Below it was a huge box of unknown purpose.

more importantly!

Why is there a safety bar on a wheelchair?

Isn't that a wheelchair?!

What is this safety bar for?

She tilted her head in disbelief, her pupils constricted, her brows furrowed, and her mouth slightly open, as if she were still muttering something.

The more she looked at the wheelchair, the deeper the confusion on her face became.

So he looked down at the instruction manual in his hand, then looked up at the wheelchair.

"Why don't you come up and sit for a while?"

Ella swallowed hard, her eyes flickering slightly. She nudged Fina, who was supporting her, with her elbow and began to urge her on.

"Haha, I'm not going." Fina smiled kindly, then firmly refused.

She's not that idiot Will; this thing is obviously not normal!

Fina's common sense told her that if any vehicle required a safety bar, it was definitely not a slow-moving thing.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she shifted her gaze to the distance, landing on Will, who was wielding his longsword. A slight smile curved her lips, and she raised an eyebrow, calling out loudly:

"Vell! Vell!"

"Huh? What is it?"

Will heard the sound and turned around.

"Could you help me try out this wheelchair?"

"Okay... this thing can be a wheelchair?"

Will was about to agree, but the moment his gaze fell on the safety bar of the wheelchair, he stopped talking and exclaimed in surprise.

"Hurry up, come and try it."

Fina waved again, greeting Will as if she were coaxing a child.

"Alright..."

After thinking it over, Will was really curious about what this thing was, so he sheathed the sword, walked over and handed it to Fina, and then sat in his wheelchair.

"It's actually quite comfortable, you know."

Will touched the handguards and the soft cushion beneath him, and said with some surprise.

"Hmm, by the way, why is there that box underneath this thing?"

I still think that since this wheelchair has a seat and a frame, adding a wheel would make it usable, right?

What's that box down there for? They even installed a safety lever for it.

Ella forced a smile down her face, pursing it into a thin line, and introduced the situation to Will.

"Isn't there a joystick on your left?"

That's used to control the direction of the wheel, and the one next to the joystick is the switch, but it can only be turned on after you put on the safety lever.

The four buttons on your right are for forward, acceleration, deceleration, and reverse.

As she spoke, she quietly hid the instruction manual.

Seeing Ella's furtive movements, Fina remained silent, only smiling slightly, without saying anything more.

"Oh, oh, I understand."

Will rested his hand on the joystick and nodded thoughtfully.

"This is pretty simple to do, I'll try it now."

As he spoke, he put on the safety lever and turned on the switch.

A faint engine noise came from the box beneath him.

Will's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

Hmm... something's not right with this sound.

He carefully placed his hand on the forward button.

The engine suddenly stopped, and Will was about to ask if the machine was broken.

But just as he opened his mouth a crack, a gust of wind suddenly swept in.

His figure had already disappeared from the spot.

"Ah, it's gone."

Fina muttered something under her breath, then looked at the wheelchair leaping high into the distance, chuckled, and then playfully scolded Ella beside her.

"How could you be so mean? I just swaggered around with my sword in front of you for a little while, and you're retaliating like this!"

When Ella saw Will fly away, she first grinned, then when she heard Fina blaming her, she couldn't help but purse her lips.

"And what about you? You tacitly approved of it, didn't you?"

"No, no, I don't know anything."

Fina turned her face away and replied in a monotone tone.

However, both of them knew that although the wheelchair was fast,

But for Will, it wasn't too difficult to control.

……

Will was the highest level among the group, at level 34.

Low, medium, and high are levels 0 to 29, corresponding to item grades of poor, common, and elite, respectively.

Level 30 and above is Lord level, which translates to Excellent item level.

This level is a transitional phase.

The next level, the extraordinary, the epic, and the legendary, begins to touch upon the origin and rules of this world.

Therefore, the so-called extraordinary does not mean transcending ordinary people, but rather transcending the mundane and beginning to directly engage with the world.

It sounds simple, but it's actually very difficult to do.

The Lord stage is a boundary that most people or creatures can never cross in their lifetime.

However, it is difficult for a lord to transcend to the extraordinary level, and it is also extremely difficult for an elite to transcend to the level of a lord.

Being an elite means being the best among a group of people.

Being a lord means you can fight against a hundred men single-handedly.

Will is at that level.

Although he was initially startled by the sudden acceleration, he quickly recovered.

The stone pillar in front of us is getting closer and closer.

Will flicked the lever lightly in an instant, and the wheelchair tilted to the side, easily drifting past the stone pillar without any real danger.

Although operating this thing wasn't difficult for him.

But the howling wind in his ears and the rapidly disappearing, blurring vision still gave him an unprecedented thrill and made his blood boil.

He has only one thought in his mind right now.

Sprint! Sprint!

As a nobleman, he had naturally ridden in much faster things, such as airships and dragons.

But those things felt different to him than this wheelchair, and he was generally just a passenger, not an operator.

The stimulation it brought him was naturally incomparable to what he was experiencing at that moment.

"This is even faster than my pet dragon-horse!"

As he controlled the speed by placing his hands on the four keys, he sighed in a trembling voice against the wind.

The speed increased, and Will showed no sign of stopping; he even wanted to go even faster!

Sprint! Sprint!!

He weaves through the air, he accelerates, he dances through the jungle.

The animals hunting nearby only saw a dark shadow flash by, bringing a strong wind that rustled the leaves of the trees, but when they looked up, they could see nothing.

He weaved back and forth through the narrow gaps in the trees.

The wheelchair, capable of speeds up to 180 kilometers per hour, moves with the agility of an arm.

He didn't know how long he drove or how far he drove.

He only reluctantly turned back when a swamp full of slime pines blocked his path.

With another whoosh, he disappeared from the spot.

"What flew by?"

An old man who was heading towards the swamp by the roadside was suddenly startled when a strong wind blew his clothes fluttering. He then saw a dark shadow flash by and was taken aback.

"What kind of bird is that? Flying so low... I hope it's alright."

He touched the wooden badge on his chest that symbolized his druid identity, muttered a worried remark to himself, then dismissed the matter and turned to walk into the swamp.

He planned to visit the slime lord to see if the ecosystem on his side had recovered.