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
Cygnus could hear them shouting that they were already at one hundred ten. He watched in fascination as they did the exercise in complete synchronization even after he let out his magic aura that could overwhelm anyone. Linius also felt his presence so he stopped watching his soldiers and looked behind to see that Cygnus was walking towards him.
He waited as he asked after the man finally reached him, "What is it?" The frown on his face made Cygnus laugh.
"It's still the day and yet you are already frowning. What puts you in a bad mood?" Cygnus asked as he looked around.
Linius sighed, "Just tell me what you want." Linius walked to one of the empty benches and sat down. He waited for his younger brother to sit down too.