Top Gamer Reincarnated as an Archmage-Chapter 53: Sent Away Afar

"Ohohoh," He stroked his beard; however, Klaus could tell he was smiling behind that huge beard, "I didn’t expect you to visit me so soon; it’s only been two days."

"Headmaster sir, you already expected this though?" Klaus’s revelation made Marcus’s eyes twitch as he was lost for words.

"Instructor Bastian said you approved of me attending senior classes, so that means you are aware of my capabilities and my potential, which means you already expected me to possibly visit you."

’This child,’ Headmaster Marcus chuckled once, catching Klaus off guard with his reaction, "Yes, you’re precisely right; however, I thought it would take longer for you to pay me a visit, dear Klaus."

"Well, Headmaster sir, I believe these two days were enough for me to realise how useless the first year classes are..." He walked towards his desk with his hands in his pockets, "barely anything is being taught, and I feel like it’s a waste of time."

"Well, yes, since they are introducing the new mages and martial artists to information beginners should know," Marcus’s argument made sense; however, Klaus wasn’t having anything.

"Yes, they make sense for beginners for sure," His golden eyes shone under the sunlight reflecting through the ginormous window, "however, would you consider me a beginner when I’ve bested a senior student and drew with the so-called genius Nina... whatever her last name is."

"!!!" Marcus’s eyes widened instantly; he hadn’t yet been reported back of what happened in the senior class, not from Bastian or Aurelion; however, not that he heard it, he was sure that the kid in front of him was a genius.

"You probably weren’t aware yet, professor, since I’ve just gotten out of the nursery," He pointed at the scar on his arm, which now was nearly fully healed, and the scar was starting to disappear.

"I see," Marcus analysed the scar then leaned back in his chair, "then so be it, I will allow you to take senior classes."

’Bingo—’

"However, there is a condition."

’What?’ Klaus became flabbergasted as Marcus started reaching for some kind of paperstack at the end of the table.

"You have to deliver this paperwork for me personally to King Vaelthar Ignivar Drayvok, and then deliver the paperwork given to you at the location back."

’Huh? Who the hell is that?’ Klaus looked at the stack of paper in front of him, not understanding why the headmaster would give a task like this to him.

’He has people with space magic and shit, why don’t they just teleport there and back?’ To him, this was smelling fishy; however, if he rejected it, he would seem like a scaredy cat.

"And you must go alone," he looked at the door, probably being able to sense Jyrana outside after sensing her presence.

’Just became even more fishy,’ he kept staring at the paperstack; however, he took it.

"Fine, I’ll do it." As soon as he said that, Marcus seemed jolly all of a sudden.

"Good! Store that paper in your ring." He pointed at Klaus’s finger, which still had the ring on given by his mother.

’Oh right...how do I even do that?’ He slammed the paperwork against the ring, and it instantly got suctioned in.

’I guess that works,’

"So how long do I have until I leave?" Klaus was waiting for an answer; however, it never came as Marcus just kept smiling then waved his hand.

"Good luck, son, make sure to show him your martial strength, wavering portal."

’Huh?’ Before Klaus could even make out the spell, the headmaster said a portal appeared below his feet, and he got sucked in.

—

He was thrown out of the portal as his head hit the ground with a thud.

"God fucking damn it," his vision was covered by dust as it had fully gone into his eyes and ears, making his ears ring from the impact of his big head.

He shook his head a couple of times, then steadied his breathing.

"Okay, what the fuck?" In front of him were gigantic walls of obsidian, making it so that he couldn’t see anything past them. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

As he tried to push himself up, his body felt fragile and weak.

"What the fuck?" It felt like he had lost all his strength, and whatever remained inside him was a fragment of himself.

’Am I hallucinating or something?’ He slapped himself; however, he didn’t see any signs of hallucinations at all.

So he decided to go with it and forcefully push his body forward, whatever it took.

"Fuck," His legs shook for the first couple of steps; however, his body slowly started getting used to it.

"Almost like gravity is forcing down on me..." He slowly realised that it wasn’t his strength that went missing, but rather it was like the surrounding gravity had increased hundredfold.

Looking to the side, around a hundred metres away, he saw a gigantic wooden gate, where people were leaving in and out of the obsidian walls, or whatever was behind it.

"Let’s assume that the old man purposely threw me out here, so I need to deliver those shitty papers inside," He took cautious steps as the gravity was still pressing his body down; he didn’t know what to do, so he just kept walking, trying to ignore it, hoping it would go away; however, it didn’t.

Instead, as he neared the gate, the pressure kept getting heavier and heavier.

"How am I meant to endure this?" It was true that he had his system and spells; however, those couldn’t exactly help him now.

’Maybe if I get there faster,’ So he did the thinnest thing he could possibly do.

’Mirror movement,’ Instantly he disappeared from the ground and started teleporting towards the gate; the pressure, however, kept slowing him down as he got closer and closer.

He was about to arrive in front of the gate; the people passing in and out were only a couple of metres away now.

Until, ’Ugh,’ He felt something land against his chest mid-teleportation; he was launched back as a fist landed against his chest, nearly breaking his torso into smithereens, making his body bash against a nearby tree, its leaves instantly falling down onto his head just to worsen his situation.

’What the hell?’ He clutched his stomach and lifted his eyes as he saw a man in a black knight’s armour standing a couple of metres in front of him; red eyes shone through his obsidian blank helmet as red fur hung from the top of his helmet as well.

"Identify yourself."