Chapter 1: Lost Child

"Are you sure this is the right place!" One player, a human clothed in holy robes, asked his guildmate. The three of them were in a dark place, a cathedral, to be exact. But it was everything else than holy. It was no place of holiness, more of the opposite. All the crosses were upside down, and a red fog surrounded the air as a corrupted aura rose all around them.

"Yeah, this is it!" The warrior in silver-plated armor says. Holding his sword tight as he stepped forward.

They approached the center of the cathedral, seeing huge red stained glass portraying a demon of sorts, while all around them were seven statues, each showing a different kind of being.

"Are you sure this is a church?" The third one asks, carrying a bow, having nothing more than red leather armor with golden stripes as a symbol of his guild on it.

"Yes, but as you see, it's not for god." The cleric says, stepping forward and noticing something. "Is that a… child?" He was surprised, and all three looked to see a small person sitting on the cathedral's floor.

"Yeah." The warrior said, noticing the boy's white hair and strange dark robes it wore. "What, is that a boss or something?" He asked the others.

"I heard stories, but I believe this is just some mini-boss. Let's finish him and get out of here." The ranger said, powering up his golden bow with a magic arrow. The others made themselves ready as well, the mage casting support magic on the warrior and him activating his warrior skills to attack first.

"Ready!" The archer says, firing his bow at the child. The arrow flew faster than a bullet, but to their surprise, it didn't hit the target. It seemingly was stopped by a massive brick that was flying in the air, appearing from nowhere.

"What the-" Before the ranger could finish, the huge brick flew into his face, throwing him into a wall and ending his life.

"Noobmaster, no!" The cleric said, but a huge spike pierced him before he could act, killing him instantly. As the warrior saw this, he tried to run as fast as possible, straight toward the exit.

"I thought this was just a mini-boss, dammit! AH-" Just at the entrance, even he received a massive spike through his back, killing him instantly.

Now only the child remained, untouched by the three invaders. It went on to just look at the ground. It was all it ever did if it wasn't fighting. He had no other purpose, no other order than that. But soon, everything would end, even for him. It knew the time would come for him to disappear. He simply understood that this would happen. It was destined to happen.

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Something changed. He could feel it. And as he looked around, he noticed that this wasn't the cathedral anymore. It was a different place. The ground was green, that much he could tell, and the surroundings were weird, filled with brown sticks with small green circles around them. He felt different. He didn't know what it was, but he himself changed with the surroundings. Suddenly he could move from the pose he had so long. He could stand on his own. And it felt weird.

Now he stood there, looking around in every direction. But he didn't know exactly what to look for or do. But soon 't after, he heard a voice coming from afar. He didn't know who it was or if it would be hostile. He looked where the soundwaves came from. He saw a person, a tiny human running towards him. He identified her as a female. Behind her was a giant wolf, not chasing her to play but with intended hostility that much he could sense.

Then the girl saw him, looking him right in the eyes as she noticed him. "Run!" She yelled, passing him while keeping eye contact. She had blonde hair flowing down her shoulders and blue eyes like the sky itself. She wore a simple dress, nothing fancy. He felt no hostility, so he did not attack.

She went on to hide behind a tree, but the boy stood his ground. Now the creature was right before him, its hot breath touching his skin. It was a massive wolf with thick grey fur. And its face was saying it had a big appetite. But as soon as the wolf wanted to attack the boy, it heard a loud sound and then felt a heavy object falling on it. All of a sudden, a tree decided to drop onto the wolf, killing it instantly. The wolf was dead, and the boy could only look at it with its blood-red eyes. Then he heard the girl coming out from her hideout.

"Wow, what luck!" She said, running to the boy, stopping just before him. "Who are you?" She asked, but the boy didn't answer. "Why are you alone in the forest?" She asked, but the boy still said nothing. "You don't talk, huh? Follow me!"

With a jump, she went running in one direction, and having nothing else to do, the boy decided to follow her. He didn't know what they were doing but thought not about it. It took quite a while, but they found themselves suddenly before a small stone wall.

"I know a way to get in. Follow me." She says and makes her way through a small hole in the wall. The boy follows her carefully. And soon, they find themselves in a garden filled with vegetables and herbs of many sorts. At the back was a wooden house, where the doors suddenly opened, and a woman came out.

"There you are!" The woman said, running towards the duo. The boy looks at the woman, noticing some similarities between her and the girl. She also had blonde hair, blue eyes, and quite some womanly features. She wore a brown dress going almost all the way to her feet.

"Where were you?" The woman asked the girl while she hugged her tightly. The girl answered as if nothing terrible happened.

"In the forest. And I found a friend!" She said, pointing at the boy behind her. The woman was surprised to see such a young boy here, in the middle of the forest where only they resided.

"Hey, who are you?" She went to the boy, kneeling on one foot and looking him in the eyes. He didn't seem malnourished, nor injured or sick. Meaning he was well-fed. But he didn't seem to answer her question.

"He doesn't speak." The girl says to her mother.

"I can see that." She says, looking back at the boy. "Do you understand me? Do you know where your parents are?" She asked, but the boy didn't react as if he didn't know what she was saying.

"Mmh, so you don't understand me or don't want to answer. Well, I can't let you alone in the woods, so you're coming with me." She said, picking him up. Luckily he didn't resist her attempt. "Wow, your quite the heavy fellow." She said, comparing his weight to her daughter.

She brought him into the house. It was a relatively simple decorated home. Nothing out of the ordinary. And there was a man sitting at a table. He had short brown hair, blue eyes, a trim beard, and muscles bulging from his clothes. Just then, the man noticed him.

"And who is this newcomer, Franka?" He asked his wife, surprised that she returned with another child.

"I don't know, Aurrie. Mora said she found him in the forest. And we can't let him back in there with no one to look after him." She said, and Aurrie raised an eyebrow at that remark. He left his chair and got closer to the boy, who made himself comfortable in Frankas arms.

"Hey, buddy! How are you?" Aurrie says, but the boy doesn't even react to his words, only looking at him. "Do you understand what I am saying?" He asks, but no answer again.

"He doesn't understand us," Franka says. Just then, Aurrie noticed it too.

"Mmh, that could be a problem. I suppose he will stay for the night, wait until someone appears to look for him." He says. "Until then, Mora can teach you some words, can't she." He looks at his daughter, who jumps with excitement at her new task.

"Sure, Daddy! I'll teach him how to spell tree, house, ehm apple, and all that stuff!"

"You will. Until then, let's make our guest comfortable." Franka says, going to prepare to make something for the boy to eat. The boy didn't know what was happening but didn't stop anybody. They weren't hostile after all. That was how he thought back in the cathedral, and it seems he will do it here as well.

Days after days passed, but no one came to search for him. So the two adults decided to keep him in their household for a while. To Franka's surprise, she found strange writing inside the boy's clothes. It was a simple dark robe, but there stood something she couldn't understand.

Algol

She couldn't read it, but she guessed from her language that it was a name. She tried to translate it from the looks of the letters, only to guess one word.

"Almon, so his name is Almon." Such was decided. They called him such from now on, and he didn't seem to complain and even listened to the name.

Another week passed, and she was now trying to teach him some words. "I like apples. Now repeat."

And with much practice, he finally said the words. "I like apples."

The woman was amazed by his response. "Very good, Almon." Then she gave him an apple to eat.

The following months went quite the same. He learned some words and how the world worked and played with the girl. He felt it, and now he could describe it as fun. It was interesting for him.

Sometimes he even helped out in the garden, planting seeds of various vegetables.

And soon, two years passed as he was under the care of Franka Berhard and Aurrie Berhard. They cared for him like a son. First, he asked why, because a son is a child of two parents, but then they explained to him that you could also adopt children and raise them as your own, just like Almon. Now he understood it, understood that everything wasn't always factual. But he still had to adjust himself to that information.

He went on, woke up every day late, and played around, enjoying his new life very much. Mora was 12, and Franka and Aurrie also guessed Almon to be 12. But they didn't know his exact age, meaning they could never know exactly.

And as they sat at the table one day, Aurrie told them of something.

"You know, you two? Sometime I will bring you to a city. You know what a city is, right, Almon?" Aurrie asks.

"Yes, it is a place with many houses and many people living together."

Aurrie couldn't be more proud of his adopted son. "Very good, you remembered. But it is actually much more than that. But you can't know why because you must see it first. Do you want to go on an adventure and explore a city?"

"Yes!" Mora says, Franka and Aurrie laughing at her response. Almon was quiet but smiled shortly.

"Well then, prepare yourself as we are leaving for E-Rantel!" Aurrie spoke, and soon they found themselves on top of a wagon. At the front were Aurrie and Franka. At the back, the two kids.

"Now, hold yourself tight. And don't stand up, okay?" Aurrie says. Both nod in agreement.

On their way, Almon can't stop thinking about what happened in the last two years. He somehow ended up in this place, got picked up by these people, and learned their language and alphabet. It was interesting for him, and that he never honestly said anything about his past was also something thoughtful. He never told them he had unimaginable powers, but they didn't have to know. He still felt them, so he didn't lose a bit while coming to this place, which was good to know.

"Hey, are you okay?" Mora asked him, sitting on the opposite side. Seeing her now, he saw some changes to her form. She grew as well, but her womanly features slowly showed themselves. He knew what it was, as Aurrie and Franka called it, puberty.

"I am fine, Mora. Just exited." He answers, almost emotionless, but enough to make him not sound uninterested.

"Yeah, me too." She says, playing with her hands all of a sudden. Then they went back to staring behind them, looking at the distance they made.

And in just about 2 hours, they found themselves before an unbelievably high wall. They knew Aurrie had built a small stone wall back home to protect themselves from monsters, but this one was ten times as big.

"Woah," Mora says, looking at the walls with amazement. Almon doesn't look as surprised but observes the wall as well.

"I know a friend here, and we're gonna visit him first. It's still gonna take a while." Aurrie says, traversing the wagon past the city guards. Surprisingly they didn't stop him. Mora just looked at the soldiers with awe.

"Are those soldiers, papa?" She asks, her father humming in an agreeing sound.

"They are the city guards here. If there is trouble, they will look after it." He explained, and Almon was fond of hearing new knowledge.

"So these city guards do the same purpose I once did." Almon thought.

They travel into the city by the main road, passing many houses and people left and right. Mora looks astonished, while Almon simply looks at everything with curious eyes.

They traveled until they found themselves before a house, quite away from other residences.

"We are here," Aurrie says, stepping down from the wagon. They all leave for the house, and Aurrie goes to know three times. Just then, the door flies open, and a man in strange robes opens the door.

"Hey, Aurrie! Nice to see you again! After all this time, haha!" The man says, having a long white beard even when not looking so old.

"Same here, Arnald. You still adventuring?" Aurrie asked the mage, who laughed all of a sudden.

"No, not as much as back then. I left the team, but I am still a gold plate, whata ya say!" Both begin to laugh, but then Arnald notices the people behind Aurrie.

"Nice to see you too, Franka. You haven't changed a bit." He said to Aurries wife, which answered equally friendly.

"Well, I would like to say the same thing about you, but… What's with the beard!" Franka said. Arnald could only laugh at her response.

"What, don't you think I look more wise with it? A mage such as I should possess one, shouldn't I? But where are my manners? Come inside. I got tea." He invited the four inside his home, which was stuffed with books and potions.

"Take a seat." He offered the bunch, who all sat around the wooden table. "I see you got two children now." Arnald says while looking at the two.

"Yeah, it's quite the care, but we give our best." Aurrie says, and again Almon is surprised. He didn't deny that he wasn't his child, which was actually true. Meaning he saw him as a real son, adopted but still a true son of his.

Soon Arnald turns his head towards him, asking him a question. "Hey there, little buddy, what's your name?"

"My name? Almon."

"What do you want to be once your big, Almon?" Arnald asks.

But Almon hasn't really thought about that at all. He was aging only because he wanted it that way. His childlike appearance was something he could take on at any time. But he decided to be a human for once. And as the mage asked him that, he didn't honestly know. He couldn't say he was the Antichrist, could he?

"I-I do not know." He answers, getting a laugh out of the retired adventurer.

"Heh, you're the perfect adventurer, kid!" He says. Aurrie sighs in the back while Franka looks at him with a smile.

"Adventurer?" He said. He heard the term from Aurrie and Franka, and as he recalled, it was a job where one would go kill monsters and such.

"Yes, son. Not many dare to be one, but if you got no plans for life, adventuring might turn your world around!"

"Turn your world around." That sentence repeated itself endlessly inside Almon's mind. He had a good life so far, but it was only because of his "family". He himself didn't know what to do without them.

"C'mon, Arnald, don't stress the kid." Aurrie tells his ex-teammate.

"Yeah, yeah. Just asking." He says, and then goes to the next child in row. "And who are you? Do you want to become an adventurer?"

With all her spirit, the girl answered. "Yes! I'm Mora, and I would love to be one!" She said with awe in her eyes. Again, Arnald could only laugh.

"I see you got the spirit. That's good." He says. Suddenly he takes up a bag from behind him. "Do you wanna see something magical?" He asks. The two of them nod, and the mage takes out a glowing blue rock. "This is quite a rare crystal as it can sense the magic affinity in a person. I got it from an old friend of mine in the imperial academy." He shows the stone to the two, who observe it carefully.

"So, who wants to touch it first?" He asks, and Mora raises her hand in an instant. "You first, then." He hands her the stone, and it begins to glow lightly within seconds.

"Congrats seems like Tier 2 to me. You're a lucky one." He says. Both Franka and Aurries' eyes widen at that. They weren't able to use Tier 2 magic, not even Tier 1. But their daughter could.

"Thank you." She says, handing the stone back. Now the mage turned to Almon.

"Now it's your turn." He says, and Almon takes it in his hands carefully. He doesn't know what will happen, as his powers could quickly out dwarf Tier 2 magic. He knew what it was, and somehow he knew everything about Tier Magic. He never learned it, but somehow he understood all the principles of it. And as soon as both his hands touched the crystal, it went dark, with no light emitting from it.

"Mmh, it seems you got no affinity for magi-" The man couldn't finish his sentence as suddenly the stone broke into multiple pieces, as if too much pressure was applied to it. He looks at the phenomenon with a look of surprise. "Well, that was unexpected. Seems you overloaded the stone. It should hold onto Tier 3, but it seems you pass even that." He said, getting shocked looks from everybody.

"What? Almon? For real?" Franka asks, and Arnald can only nod.

"I knew Almon was special, but not that kind of special." Aurrie says, looking at the kid with wholly different eyes.

Almon turned his face to see Mora look at him with an amazed look. "I can't believe you're that good!" She says.

"Thank you, Mora." He says. He didn't expect them to be so shocked by that fact. But he probably underestimated how rare Tier 4 was in these lands, especially as a commoner.

"A Tier 4 is quite impressive. At the academy in Arwintar are some, but not many, that can cast that type of magic. But you need a lot of cash to enter that academy. No exceptions made. Unless you're a student from an Arwintar graduate. Mmh…" Arnald seemed to fall into thoughts, only to return with a sentence none had expected. "I always wanted to train some apprentice in magic! Very well! This is the offer of a lifetime, Almon. What do you say? Do you want me to teach you magic?" He said, surprising Mora, Aurrie, and Franka simultaneously.

"Me?" Almon asked, surprised by the gesture. He knew he was powerful, but for him to teach him how to learn and use spells. He probably knew more of the spell system than Arnald but not of the spells itself. Meaning a teacher would be appreciated in his position.

"Yes. If your parents allow it." Arnald said. With that, Almon looked back at the two adults, who looked at him with looks that said: "We don't know what to say right now."

"I think that would be great, wouldn't it, Franka." He says, Franka nodding in agreement.

"Yes, sure. Train the boy."

"Then, Almon. Do you want to be trained by me?" Arnald asks, and the boy's answer seems to be already written on his face.

"Why not?"

"Perfect! You can't imagine how boring it is to just make potions all the time. Now I can finally do something!"

Mora and Almon look at each other with wide eyes. Aurrie and Franka could teach her sword skills, while Arnald taught Almon some magic.

Months passed, and Arland came with them to their cabin in the woods. They had to build an extra room for him outside the house. It wasn't like his old home, but he didn't complain.

The first spell Almon learned from Arnald was the 1st Tier spell [Clean], which did precisely what one would think. Now he was almost 13, Mora following up soon. Every day he practiced casting spells and sword fighting with Mora. She was better with the sword, but he had more physical power. But every time they fought, Mora would win with sheer technique alone and for the fact that Almon was holding back as much as possible. A level 120 creature could kill a level 3 creature with a flick of a finger. So he had to be extra careful.

Again, time flies by, and they are finally 14 years old. They would be considered adults but still behave like kids. Their bodies changed, Almon now being 1.70 and his porcelain white hair going just to his shoulders. Mora was just 10 centimeters smaller than him, she looked relatively the same, but her features grew in size if not much.

For Aurrie and Franka, it seemed so fascinating to see them grow up together. It all went by so fast, the cycle of life.

One day they were outside, fighting again, when both of them decided to make a pause. Then, Mora told him something important from the depths of her heart.

"You know, Almon. I really want to be an adventurer one time. I want to explore all kinds of cities and areas! Fight monsters, and such, you know!" She says, passionate as he was about being quiet.

"Why don't you want to stay here?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I want to see the world, Almon. I want to see what there is! I want to go to the Baharut Empire, to the Holy Roble Kingdom! I want to feel free!" She explains, making Almon think about his past life. He wasn't free at all. Now, he was more free than ever. And to be more free, he wouldn't mind that.

"So, why not leave and join an adventurer group?" Almon asks, getting a laugh out of Mora until she realizes he is actually serious.

"You're not joking, huh."

This time the Antichrist was not joking. This time, he told the truth. But what will come with such a being in such a world? Will he live an everyday life or fulfill his prophecy and bring the end of the earth?

So this is it! I decided to make a new fanfic! What if a boss out of Yggdrasil joined the New World? Like we never had that before. An actual NPC coming to the new world without any guidance. He has to find his way through the world and decide whether to follow his destiny or choose his own path.

Let me know in the reviews if you would like to read more of this!

World Enemy: The Antichrist

Lv: Estimated 100-120

Appearance: A child of 1.30 m. It has spiky white hair and red eyes. Its skin is pale, and it wears a simple dark robe. Mostly seen sitting on the ground. But the appearance should not deceive. It is not a child. It is a monster dressed up as one.

Abilities:

Pretty much anything from magical attacks to physical damage. The Antichrist has luck on his side, so he has reality-warping powers which will grant him the best outcome in one situation. If he wants it or not.