A millennium had passed, and everything had lost its meaning in his eyes. Many heroes emerged from generation to generation, but he stood the test of time. That was his life, waiting for someone to come along and defeat him, but no one did. Nobody dared. Nobody tried. How can he allow this to happen? With the aid of his magic, he rose from his throne and set out into another world in search of excitement and, perhaps, a worthwhile adventure. What would happen if this last boss decided to venture into the human world for fun? PS: This novel has joined Fantasy Carnival
The spear dug deeper into the demon and the elder's grin became wider even though her eyes had an unusual glint in them. She started to laugh loudly when she saw that blood was spilling from the wound she created. The elder planned to inflict more damage but she suddenly felt that the spear she was holding became lighter.
The handle of the spear was pulled and what remained was a melted end. The sharp end was gone but she didn't care. She threw the spear's handle and observed the blood that was spilled from the wound. It was black and gooey like a gum and as it fell on one of the roofs of a building, the roof was melted.