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 people trapped in the cell became alert at the sound of footsteps that echoed in that enclosed and dreary place. Their eyes were all in the direction where the footsteps were coming. The tense atmosphere could be felt as Mr. C and the others got near the area where the cells were placed.
"Oh nice, you are all still awake!" A familiar voice echoed from the dark even before the trio reached the lit part of the dungeon.
Ignius could already see them from afar because of his dragon vision. He could also feel the anxiousness and trepidation that some of them were feeling. They were considered to be the strongest people in that world and yet they were so weak. He shook his head in the dark as he realized how low this world has fallen because of their standard of weak and strong.