Chapter 439: Elisa’s New Wheelchair

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Riven carefully picked up the wheelchair and stepped out of the workshop.

The mutants continued working, although several of them followed him with their eyes, clearly hoping to receive another opportunity to help him with something. Riven gave them a small wave before opening a spirit portal.

He stepped out of the village and returned home through the portal.

His first priority was taking care of Vladimir.

After arriving, he carried the sleeping young man into his room and carefully placed him on the bed. He didn’t want to disturb his recovery, so he made sure that his body was properly positioned before taking out several potions made by Label.

He poured them over his whole body, allowing the medicinal substances to spread across his skin and gradually enter his system.

The potions were specifically prepared to help with physical recovery, and Riven was confident they would accelerate the process considerably.

He then took the three mechanical arms and placed them on the table next to Vladimir.

They were valuable pieces of equipment, and he didn’t want them to get damaged or misplaced while their owner was recovering.

However, before leaving, Riven decided to leave a small message.

He took a piece of paper and wrote a short note.

Hang in there!

Below the message, he drew a cute kitten hanging from a rope.

It was a rather simple drawing, but he seemed satisfied with it. He placed the note somewhere Vladimir would easily notice it once he woke up.

Of course, he knew the young man would probably be annoyed by it later.

That was part of the fun.

After making sure everything was in order, Riven finally left the room and walked toward his wife’s bedroom.

He had been thinking about Elisa during the entire process, especially after the conversation with the Ten Thousand Poison Master. He realized there were many things he could ask her about, and he wanted to spend some time with her anyway.

More importantly, he wanted to show her something.

He walked back to his wife’s room, where Elisa was taking a nap, and placed the wheelchair next to her.

She seemed to be resting comfortably, her blue hair slightly scattered across the pillow. Riven approached her bed and gently called her name, not wanting to startle her.

He slowly woke her up as she opened her blue eyes and looked at him.

"R-Riven? Oh, you’re back..." she said.

"Yeah," he nodded.

Elisa blinked a few times, gradually becoming more awake. She looked at him, then noticed the unfamiliar object standing beside the bed.

Her expression immediately changed.

"Huh? What... what is this? A new wheelchair?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Looks so modern... what kind of model is this? Wait, no, I’ve never seen any kind of custom wheelchair like this before...!"

She leaned forward slightly, examining the strange device.

Its design was certainly unusual, and she couldn’t recognize most of the components. It didn’t resemble the ordinary wheelchairs she had seen before, and the various runic inscriptions engraved across its frame made her even more curious.

"It’s something I asked those that live inside my dungeon to make for me," Riven explained. "Why not try it out? It is made to be comfortable to sit on for hours."

"..."

Elisa looked confused but nodded. Seeing how eager he was, she decided to give it a try.

Riven carefully helped her transfer from the bed onto the wheelchair, making sure she was properly seated and comfortable.

He didn’t rush her, allowing her to adjust her position and get accustomed to the new seat. The chair was designed to support her body properly, and its structure adjusted slightly to accommodate her weight.

Elisa moved her hands across the armrests, examining the materials and the strange inscriptions.

"Hmm, it’s quite alright if I say so myself!" she said with a faint nod. "Not too hard, not overly soft... well, I estimate? I don’t think I can feel much from my hips down... but well, yeah."

Riven nodded, listening to her assessment.

He had considered that problem when designing it. Comfort was important, but he also wanted to make sure the chair could accommodate her condition without causing unnecessary strain.

"Now try moving it with your own thoughts," Riven said.

"My... thoughts?" Elisa asked, tilting her head.

She looked at the wheelchair, wondering how she was supposed to do that.

However, the moment she focused on moving forward, the wheelchair responded.

It began moving slowly.

"Woah?! What...!"

Elisa immediately widened her eyes.

The chair had moved without her touching anything, and when she thought about stopping, it came to a halt.

She then focused on moving backward.

The wheelchair moved back.

"Wait...!"

She tried again, this time imagining herself moving toward the opposite side of the room. The chair followed her command, turning smoothly without requiring her to touch the wheels or use any kind of physical mechanism.

"It responds to my thoughts?!"

She couldn’t hide her excitement.

Riven nodded, looking rather pleased with her reaction.

"Yes. You can control most of its basic functions through your thoughts. Just imagine where you want to go, and it should respond accordingly."

Elisa looked down at the armrests, then toward the open space in front of her.

She thought about making it move a little forward, then making it move all around the entire house, and it worked. The wheelchair responded to her every command without hesitation and with utmost ease.

She moved around the room, carefully testing its speed and maneuverability. It could turn around without requiring much space, and it was responsive enough that she didn’t have to concentrate too hard to make it move.

She even tried making it stop abruptly, and the chair immediately obeyed.

It was shockingly awesome in every way imaginable.

"This is amazing!" she said happily. "With this I can move on my own so much more easily...!"

Riven smiled.

He was happy to see her enjoying it. He had spent quite a bit of time considering what kind of functions would be useful, and the mutants had done an excellent job bringing his ideas to life.

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