"Come on, Hero."
The taunt of the Overlord made Maximus enraged. The bodies of his party's members were now littering the ground, quite literally.
Maximus had to force his gaze away from the mage, 'Useless!' he screamed in his head.
How could his party end up being so useless? They came here to overpower the Overlord, yet they only lived enough to attack him due to his pity?!
His rage was not due to how his party members were no longer breathing but it was more about the disgrace he felt.
Maximus, the hero who was hailed by all, had never been this humiliated in his whole life.
Thus, he threw his shame away and looked at the shelves the Overlord was offering to him. Despite stumbling upon standing up, the hero did not complain or throw a fit.
Instead, he put all of his attention on the weapons and artifacts in front of him. Doubt and greed clouded his judgment as he looked at them.
