Your Not So Ordinary Villain
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
No memories
A hot sensation seared his insides the moment he drank that tea that was handed to him. His hand trembled and he thought he could bear it but the pain became intense.
The cup of tea in his hand fell and hit the side of the table causing it to break. His upper body bent forward with both his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly. He anchored himself in order not to fall and to show weakness.
No scream. He held himself from shouting and silently endured the crawling pain inside him. The armrests suddenly broke at how tightly he was gripping them. Then, the pain slowly faded and so was his consciousness.
"I'll see you again later, Major Ginehart." These were the words he heard before he passed out.