Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

“Wake up, you walking target,” Alan said bluntly.

After hauling Francis to a safer area, he didn’t hesitate to slap him twice across the face before brushing the lingering ice shards off his pant legs.

Before long, Francis stirred awake, blinking in confusion.

“Who am I? Where am I?” he muttered dazedly.

Alan scowled.

“What’s the matter? Got hit by an ice wall and smashed your brains too? Should I help you recover your memory using a more physical method?”

As he spoke, he cracked his knuckles loudly.

Francis immediately came to his senses, waving his hands frantically.

“No, no! That won’t be necessary!”

After a long sigh, Francis looked toward the burly man fighting Fort, then glanced at the gloomy mage and others lurking nearby, clearly ready to launch another assault.

Putting on a more serious expression, he muttered, “These bounty hunters… seem a bit different from the ones we fought before. They might actually be tough.”

Alan nodded.

“At minimum, they’re tier-gold, and they’re just a step away from tier-platinum. Those random thugs from before couldn’t even hope to compare with them.”

“Holy crap!”

Francis swore under his breath.

“Tier-gold hunters about to break into tier-platinum? Damn Lioncrest Academy… they’re really throwing everything they’ve got at us.”

“I heard bounty hunters of that caliber charge outrageous fees. We’re talking tens of millions, minimum, just to show up!”

“How much?!”

Alan froze for a moment.

A fee in the tens of millions? That was enough for him to splurge multiple times at the Church—and he could even buy staffs blindfolded!

Lioncrest Academy was willing to burn that much money just to take them down.

People really would drive themselves crazy comparing fortunes.

“Anyway, it’s useless complaining about it now,” Alan said, shaking his head.

“The money’s not going into our pockets either way. Fort’s already locked in with that big guy. Who are you picking as your opponent?”

As they spoke, Alan noticed that the white-haired woman’s attacks were beginning to slow down.

He turned quickly—and saw that Senior Blanche had joined the fray, two sharp daggers gleaming in her hands as she clashed with the frost mage.

Francis saw this too and grinned.

“Obviously, I’m going to play with the sexy lady in skimpy clothes. As for the long-haired gloomy guy, I’ll leave him to you.”

With that, he was about to charge off toward the alluring woman.

Alan quickly reached out to stop him.

Francis looked a bit exasperated.

“What? You don’t agree? Well, tough luck—I’m not giving her up!”

Alan rolled his eyes.

“I don’t care who you fight. I’m just trying to warn you—be careful of that black snake’s poisonous mist. It’s not really mist. It’s more like a slime-type creature.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it!”

Francis impatiently shook off Alan’s hand and dashed toward the seductive woman.

With his companions engaging the enemy, Alan clenched his fists and turned toward the gloomy mage, who hadn’t moved much this whole time.

As he approached, Alan finally got a clear look at the man’s face.

He was young—only slightly older than Alan himself.

Yet he carried a weary, deathly aura around him, like a war-hardened veteran who had witnessed countless life-and-death struggles. The mismatch between his youth and his aura was unnerving.

Seeing Alan walk toward him, the gloomy mage let out a long sigh.

“We know… you’re a tough one to deal with. Could you… let us go?”

Alan chuckled faintly.

“Let you go? Ever since I was a kid, fights with me have had only two endings—live or die. There’s never been an option for escape.”

“And besides…”

He glanced back at his companions scattered across the battlefield.

“I’m not just fighting for myself anymore. I have to protect them too. I get it—you’re probably just in it for the money.

But since you chose to attack me, don’t expect this to end peacefully.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Alan leapt into the air.

Spinning his body rapidly, he began generating a violent rotation.

The mana Rupture spell and mana-shaped spikes gathered at his feet, the momentum of the spin amplifying their lethality severalfold.

Pierce through with a single strike!

Alan planned to use this concentrated attack to shatter the illusion that the gloomy mage had constructed.

After all, fighting on enemy terrain was too dangerous.

In an illusion constructed by a mage, the caster could alter and rewrite reality at will.

It wasn’t much different from what a Legendary mage could do in the real world!

Alan had witnessed the terrifying might of mages like Old Gayle and Stephen firsthand.

There was no way he would allow this gloomy mage to maintain control.

He had to return to the real world first.

Once back in reality, even if things went south, Old Gayle could always step in to save them.

There’d be nothing to fear then.

The gloomy mage clearly sensed Alan’s intentions.

Grimacing, he unleashed everything he had—

Ripping up buildings, trees, and huge chunks of earth to form barriers between himself and Alan.

Illusion magic was immensely powerful, but maintaining it came at a price:

The caster’s real body became incredibly fragile, nearly immobile while sustaining the illusion.

This was the unavoidable cost of holding the spell together.

“You really think this junk can stop me?”

Alan grinned midair as he plummeted toward the mage.

With a mighty roar, he unleashed his attack.

Suddenly, the space beneath his feet began to twist.

Vital energy!

Alan channeled the vital energy generated by the Stone of Sage, supercharging his mana Rupture and the mana spikes to devastating new heights.

He had already seen what vital energy could do back at Lioncrest Academy.

A palm-sized flame could be amplified into a fire column as thick as a barrel!

Now, with a stronger base power—

The boost was even more terrifying.

No exaggeration: even if a meteor fell from the sky right now, Alan was confident he could shatter it with this single kick.

A sharp whoosh rang out.

A massive hole was blasted clean through the barriers the gloomy mage had hastily erected.

Alan had experience fighting gigantic defensive constructs.

Compared to those stone golems he had faced before, these conjured barriers were practically made of paper.

Bursting through the wreckage, Alan, propelled by the lingering force of his mana, shot straight at the gloomy mage.

The mage didn’t even have time to dodge.

With a sickening crunch, Alan’s fist tore a bloody hole the size of a fist straight through the gloomy mage’s chest.

The interior of the wound was hollow.

Immediately after, the entire environment around them began to shatter like broken glass.

Cracks spiderwebbed outward across the sky and ground, racing into the distance like enormous wriggling earthworms.

Beyond the fractures, the real world could be seen creeping back in.

Alan sighed inwardly.

So this was it—the gloomy mage had anchored the illusion so close to Sirius Academy that Alan hadn’t even noticed when he first stumbled into it.

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