The Armor Shop That Occasionally Sells Legendary Gear

This weapon is made from the tooth of an extinct beast from another plane. It's the only one in the entire world.

This armor was forged by an ancient god and left behind in the mortal world. It is impervious to fire and water.

I can charge barehanded and naked into the most dangerous lairs without losing a single hair.

So what?

When I walk through the imperial city in my full set of divine gear, even the emperor has to show me some respect. If I wanted the throne, I could take it in an instant. I just don't care for it.

But when I walk through the commercial street in that beginner's village and see the carefree little merchants, why do I feel so envious?

They grin when business is good, and when it's slow, they lie on a bench and sleep with their heads covered.

Maybe I could marry the girl next door, give up all that fame and glory, stop worrying about the raging wars, and enjoy a peaceful life?

Starting today, I'm the owner of an armor shop. Don't call me a big shot. Call me Boss.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.