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

Outside the stone wall, the sun shone brightly. House put his legs back on his hips, gritted his teeth, and drove his wheelchair over the pile of rubble, escaping the damp and dark cell. The fresh air made House much more awake.

He glanced around briefly. The trees were not very tall, but their canopies were very dense. There were all sorts of exotic flowers and plants on the ground. If you listened carefully, you could hear screams coming from the concentration camp. House didn't want to stay a second longer, so he quickly spun his wheelchair away.

Lupin, finally regaining his senses from the shock, saw that the other man had left without saying a word, so he hurriedly chased after him and grabbed House's wheelchair:

"Wait, wait, Mr. House! You're going the wrong way! The prison faces west, and if you go straight, you're heading west, which is exactly where they call the 'front line'!"

Lupin wiped the dust off his head and chuckled.

"But Brother House... you really are something else. This is the first time I've seen the Magic Crystal Disease used like this, and you can even put your leg back in..."

Lupin suddenly twitched his fingers; he had suddenly realized something... As a thief, he was naturally several times better at reading people than others.

Now, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end... He realized that this guy House in front of him seemed a bit off.

His demeanor had changed.

And just as Lupin had predicted... because the instant House stepped outside, a voice representing power rang in his mind.

【ding~】

[Task Completed]

The sound effect of the "ding" was even the same as the sound of a game modifier called "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow" from House's previous life, which was full of a sense of security.

[Experience points +45]

[Quest reward obtained: One skill book titled "How to Become a Wheelchair Sword Saint"]

[Task rating: A+]

[He escaped from prison without sustaining any injuries, without making enemies with any organizations, and in less than half an hour.]

[Bonus Reward: Title "Little Geodude"]

[Effect: As long as you are in a wheelchair and have paralyzed legs, your base strength will increase by 300%]

It's no exaggeration to say that House feels he could kill Tyson with a single punch right now.

An unprecedented power surged from him... He now felt terrifyingly strong!

Of course, this feeling only lasted for a few seconds. If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that he had only gone from being a useless person to a useless person with some ability to protect himself.

So House cleared his throat and asked Lupin:

Where are you planning to go now?

"The village of Yelo to the north is a bit far from here, but it's relatively safe there. Brother House, you just heard it, right? It's extremely dangerous here. Even if those prison guards don't kill us, once that monster alliance arrives here, we'll definitely die a horrible death."

intelligence...

Being unfamiliar with the place and its inhabitants is the biggest taboo when traveling through time. He has no memory of this world whatsoever, and acting rashly would probably not end well... After pondering for a few seconds, House decided to follow the monkey-faced man first.

"Then lead the way, I'll go with you."

Seeing this, Lupin didn't say much, and seemed to agree with the suggestion:

"Alright, House, then let's call this a life-or-death friendship, shall we?" With that, he started to push House away.

But House shook his head to indicate that he didn't need to. Instead, he suddenly spread his arms, grabbed the wooden wheels of the wheelchair, tensed his biceps and triceps, and then swung his arms, propelling himself forward at high speed!

With his overall strength surging, House now swings his wheelchair with incredible speed, leaping out like a bolt of lightning.

To be fair, even if a normal person were to put in all their effort and race against him, they definitely couldn't catch up.

Lupin looked at the wheelchair-bound man speeding past him, then at the muscular arms and shoulders exposed beneath the man's tattered clothes.

"Is this guy really disabled...?"

......

The two headed north for several kilometers. Fortunately, there were no steep slopes or hills in the woods, and House walked as if on flat ground. Even after pushing his wheelchair around for a while, he still had plenty of energy and even found it quite fun.

Lupin, on the other hand, was exhausted and drenched in sweat, unable to keep up with the pace of life, leaning against a tree and panting heavily.

"Wait, wait... House, holy crap... you... you're way too fast..."

"Don't you feel tired...?"

House shrugged and said, "That's nothing! I can actually be faster!"

Lupin crossed his arms over his chest and said, "No, no, we're out of danger now, no need to rush... just walk at a normal pace from now on."

House didn't mind, and the two of them were supposed to have a smooth journey to Loye Village.

But Lupin suddenly changed the subject: "Brother House, may I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Actually, you... are the [Hero], right?"

crunch.

House stuck his hand into the wheelchair and forcibly stopped the wheelchair. He bit his lip; what was bound to happen would happen eventually. In fact, he had more or less guessed it just now.

Where would you find such a kind person...?

The other party had indeed set their sights on something of his.

creak, creak... House slid his wheelchair along, his hands resting on his thighs:

What does this question mean?

Seeing House's hostility, Lupin immediately feigned innocence, spreading his arms out in front of his chest:

"Hey, hey, hey... don't get excited. I didn't mean anything by it, Brother House. I'm not like those fools in the kingdom. Aren't you curious how I figured out you were a hero?"

There is indeed such a type of person in interpersonal relationships.

In order to be tactful, they almost never argue with others. If you had to describe them in one word, it would be "slippery".

And these kinds of people have a very common trait: it's hard to get really angry with them.

When I get angry with them, it's like hitting cotton wool.

Clearly, the monkey-faced man in front of him belonged to this category, and House simply couldn't bring himself to get truly angry at such a person, so he compromised:

"Then tell me about it."

Lupin chuckled and clapped his hands: "Hey, I knew you were sensible, House. Take a look at this... you'll understand after you see it."

The next second, Lupin suddenly lifted his shirt, revealing a winding, alluring, pinkish-glowing rune on his lower abdomen!

House's eyes widened suddenly:

"Holy crap?"

Memories of my past life flooded back... It's not that they're unrelated, but they're exactly the same.

That's... a succubus pattern.

Lupin tapped his rune and smiled confidently: "Now you understand, right, Brother House?"

House's agape mouth paused for two seconds:

"Uh... I get it, I get it. You're in the SM scene, and you have an owner."

"What nonsense! This is a familiar's mark!"

"A familiar?"

Lupin cleared his throat, lowered his shirt, and nodded, saying:

"Tsk... well, it seems you don't understand at all, but your intuition is quite sharp. I was indeed assigned to find you."

House thought to himself, what the hell does this have to do with intuition? You're so blatantly coming up to talk to a disabled person, anyone would be suspicious, right?

"So, who sent you to find me? And what is the purpose of your visit?"

Upon hearing this question, Lupin's large, all-hearing ears twitched. He gave an elegant smile and then tipped his hat... even though he didn't actually have one.

"Let me reintroduce myself. My real name is Ainz Ooal Gown S. Lupin. My family is a family of familiars that has existed for generations, and I am the third generation, so you can also call me—"

"As expected, so you are Lupin III..."

"Lu Laosan".

"..."

"Are you guys even human...?"

"Nonsense! Of course we're not human! We're familiars!"

House immediately raised his hand to stop this ridiculous conversation:

"Alright, alright, there's no time stop during our conversation. Just say what you have to say. Which divine being appointed you to support this disabled hero?"

"Hmph... It's actually quite simple. The answer has already surfaced, hasn't it? There's only one race that can command familiars like us—the Demon King."

"!"

House looked shocked, his brows furrowing instantly. He asked with a grave expression:

"The Demon King...?"

"That's right, the Demon King."

"Is it me, the Demon King I know?"

"Yes...it's someone you know...hmm?"

Lupin's eyes suddenly became clear:

"You...you know the Demon King? Brother House, you...you know the Demon King?"

House took a deep breath, his eyes filled with profound emotion. Lupin, who was good at reading people, immediately became alert. It was a very pure emotion—fear.

But how could that be?

The demon king who asked him for help had only crawled out of hell a few years ago, and very few people in the world knew his identity.

But House nodded, his face grave, and said:

"Yes, I know him! I know him all too well! And this guy is a fearsome demon king! His generals are even more terrifying! Succubi, giant gargoyles, blue-skinned mages, sand eagles... the list goes on and on!"

Lupin felt a chill run down his spine... It sounds terrifying!

But... which region's demon king is this?

As a well-informed familiar, he had never heard of it before.

"May I ask, Brother House... what is the name of this great demon king?"

House gasped, as if the mere thought of the demon king's face would send him into tears.

"—Faker."

"Who the hell is that?"