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
"That is Ari. I told her to seal my memories in her infinity dimension but these past few months, the seal had been weakening and the memories are coming back. Now I am having those nightmares again, as vivid as they appeared. I can even smell the scent of blood and death. I couldn't enjoy my sleep." He explained while waving his hand and a burst of mana shot out towards the king.
Orpheus blinked a couple of times because of how fast the attack was. If that was directly aimed at him and didn't miss, he would have lost his head already. He gulped because he could feel the heat that the mana emitted as it hit the wall behind him.
There was at least three meters distance from him and the wall but he could feel the mana's power. He did not dare to look back because he knew that it would only intimidate him more if he tried to take a peek of it. The prince on the other hand shuddered because he clearly saw what the man shot.