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
He returned to where the others were and stood beside the hero. "What are we going to do now?" Nina asked with a frown. She was looking at the hero with disgust.
"Let's wait for the kingdom's soldiers to come," Astrophos answered before he found himself a place to sit.
"How about him, shall we wake him up?" Lieutenant Ainglar asked after frowning at the man. He thought that he was strong because he was an S-rank hero but he was disappointed.
"Let him be and instead carry him here and lay him down. Let's just say that he was injured fighting the bandits." Astrophos shook his head and leaned on the tree behind him instead. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms in front of him as he waited for the soldiers to come.