He stepped on the bodies of the demons at his feet and stood at the peak. This was a man truly worthy of being called a hero. Theo’s excitement was rising. This was a war hero from the history books, a person from before the era of the magic towers. It was an era from thousands of years ago, at the end of the Dark Ages where darkness survived and evil swung its power.

The sand dragon, Azi Dahaka, was the crystal of destruction that the evil of Dark Ages had created. It was a monster that could spray all types of breaths with its three heads, as well as use ultimate spells. Azi Dahaka had burned half of the continent in a week until a great hero stood before him.

Oh, my god. You really are Reynolds Spencer...?

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Reynolds was a hero who had once saved the material world! Theo had met several great men thus far, but he couldn’t help feeling awe.

Reynolds couldn’t help chuckling as he felt Theo’s admiration. “Hahahaha! Indeed, this is amazing. The world still remembers me after a thousand years, there is no greater honor for a hero!”

... Honestly, I thought your story was fiction.

It was unclear...