Top Gamer Reincarnated as an Archmage-Chapter 66: Challanger of Gods

"Why does it feel familiar?" His question made her chuckle a bit; however, before she could speak up, he stopped and stood still.

"You already know my name, but you never introduced yourself." The lady kept smiling, then nodded once.

"You are right, I apologise for that," she bowed once for some reason; Klaus didn’t know why.

"My name is Serelith." Her hair flickered wildly in the wind as a light started shining in the house behind her.

"It has a nice ring to it," Klaus let out a chuckle then continued walking towards the house.

The wooden door stretched ahead of them, almost like it was waiting for them to push it open, waiting for them to enter.

To Klaus it felt ominous, but it was too late to back out now.

He doubted he could beat the prophet in a fight if it came to that; he was nowhere near strong enough to even consider fighting with these beings.

"What’s inside?" Klaus reached out to grab the handle of the gate; however, Serelith grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Inside, the person you are searching for is waiting," she started on as if it was a poem, "You will have to go through vigorous exercises which you must complete in order to finish your class upgrade."

’So she knows...’

"Of course I do," her confidence made Klaus roll his eyes; however, she just chuckled once.

"I assume there is no point in turning back." She instantly shook her head as soon as he said that.

"You shall become what you must."

’Become what I must?’

"Yes," she nodded once then let go of his wrist slowly, her delicate fingers slipping off.

"I shall wait for you here," she took a seat in the grass, her wedding-like dress fluttering in the wind as her blindfold nearly slipped off; however, she stopped it just in time.

"Close one," she let out a chuckle then turned to the door.

"You shall go now, "he" is waiting for you."

’Why did she say "he" like that?’ Previously she always said something once she read or something in Klaus’s mind; however, this time she was silent.

"Here goes nothing," he turned the knob and then pushed the gate. Inside, it was like a flashbang had hit him; a shining white light enveloped his vision completely, blinding him as it sucked him inside.

"I’m fucked—" He got sucked in completely, and the door shut behind him with a ginormous thud, echoing through the entire field, shaking the grass and the prophet herself.

—

"Good luck, child of the prophecy." Serelith whispered to no one in particular, then laid back on the ground, "I have completed my mission now."

The colour started draining from her face and body alike, until she was pale white like a statue with a heartbeat.

Then, darkness started appearing in front of her neck; it was death.

A scythe, to be more precise, it belonged to the harbinger of death.

"Good luck, o’child of the prophecy, you shall become the—" Before she could finish the sentence, the scythe cut her head off clean and without a sound.

Blood didn’t splutter or splurge out; it just fell clean off, rolling on the ground a couple of times before her body and head began turning into ash.

Until nothing was left of her, except for her blindfold, which lay there on the ground alone without an owner.

—

"Woah," Klaus stood in what seemed to be a forest? Except there was a lake in front of him; the forest itself didn’t seem too dense; trees didn’t cover his vision fully, but it just seemed never-ending.

’How much magic is used already? Why did I have to go inside a house just to end up in a forest?’ He let out a sigh, then walked towards the lake. Multiple flowering lily pads floated on it; in the water, countless fish seemed to be swimming around, enjoying their lives.

Klaus leaned above the lake and watched the fish swim around; it seemed calming, both his body and mind for some reason.

It was just peaceful—

"Aren’t you going to kill one of them? You need to eat." As soon as he heard the voice, he instantly turned. A scar-faced man stood in front of him. He wore a pure black robe, his black hair descended past his waist, and one of his eyes was covered with an eyepatch, almost like a pirate. He was way taller than Klaus, possibly around two metres tall if he had to guess, even taller than that.

A scar stretched across his cheek and lips, and one of his black obsidian eyes hovered over Klaus, his body up and down to be more precise.

"Who are—"

"Oh my god," the man facepalmed, then turned towards the trees and started walking in circles. "You come searching for me, then you ask who I am?" The man genuinely seemed annoyed despite the simple question.

’What’s his problem?’ Klaus didn’t understand why he was already so pissed off despite him just asking a simple question. ’Am I supposed to know who he is?’

"Do you seriously don’t know, kid?" He puffed his chest out like some kind of superhero from comic books. However, that didn’t change anything. Klaus still had no clue.

Then he started going off about his own titles. "You are telling me you don’t recognise the first dragon slayer? The one who challenged the gods first? The mage that reached the epitome of magic? The invisible scholar?"

’Scholar, my ass. Why would a scholar go onto a random rant out of nowhere?’ Klaus let out a sigh then shook his head.

"Oh..." The man seemed rather embarrassed now as he started scratching the back of his head.

He coughed once awkwardly then sat down on the ground. He pulled a gigantic greatsword from somewhere out of his robe, as if it was an inventory.

"My name is Orined, the first man who challenged the gods."