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
Night slowly descended to the kingdom of Lunaira as the moon slowly rose to the sky to give the capital a silvery glow. Guests were being welcomed at the brightly lit palace. Each guest that came out of their carriages were escorted to the palace's ballroom.
For those who frequent the palace, it was always a new experience for them to see the palace lively during the royal ball. The ball room this time was already filled with people dressed in expensive formal clothing and gowns to show off their status in society. Minor nobility came first and as usual, those of higher status came a bit later.
First to come were the four great generals of the kingdom who received much attention. They were wearing their black and silver military uniforms and with their imposing aura, people already felt intimidated. These great generals were not that keen on socializing; they only talked with people they already knew.