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

Seeing Alan so gravely wounded, Francis clenched his teeth in fury.

He stepped forward and shouted toward the collapsed Kelin,

“You’re the vice headmaster of an academy, and you dare interfere in a battle between students?!”

“Kelin! Are you even human?! Have you no shame?!”

“If the rest of Lioncrest Academy are as shameless as you, then I’d say your institution has already reached the end of its road!”

Fort followed with a snarl of his own, voice like a blade.

“Disgraceful! Despicable!”

Headmaster Gayle frowned and quickly pulled both of them back. His tone turned sharp with authority.

“Enough talk! Get Alan out of here for treatment—immediately!”

But Alan, who had seemed near death just moments ago, suddenly stirred.

Thanks to the Stone of Sage, and its immense reservoir of vital energy, his internal injuries were already beginning to heal.

He gently pushed Gayle aside, gripped his Holy Sword Staff, and slowly rose to his feet.

Turning toward Lioncrest Academy’s gates, he shouted:

“Headmaster Gayle! The students of Sirius Academy are not cowards!”

“If anyone dares to insult us, to attack us, we’ll return it a hundredfold—a thousandfold!”

“So what if we’re outnumbered?! I never intended to walk out of here alive today!”

“If I can’t take down every last one of them, I don’t deserve to live with my name!”

His voice boomed with righteousness, sparking something deep in Francis’s chest.

“Gayle, have you lost your mind?!”

“These arrogant bastards dared to kidnap someone from our academy in broad daylight—who knows what they’ll try next?!”

“If we let this go today, then what are we telling the world? That Sirius Academy is soft? Weak? Easy to push around?”

“No. This fight needs to happen! They need to bleed. They need to fear us. Only then will they hesitate before coming after us again!”

Beside him, Fort pressed a hand on Gayle’s shoulder, voice low and firm.

“I’m not leaving either.”

Gayle let out a long sigh.

“…You’re not wrong, but—”

“No ‘buts’! Not now!”

Before Gayle could argue further, Francis turned and saw Alan already charging back toward Lioncrest Academy, holy sword blazing.

His jaw dropped.

“Seriously? Not even gonna hesitate?”

Fort gave him a playful shove from behind.

“Well? You going or not?”

Francis grinned.

“Going, obviously! What kind of man would I be if I didn’t?”

The two of them bolted after Alan, plunging through the gates and clashing with the wave of Lioncrest students awaiting inside.

Just then, another figure rushed past Gayle and joined the fray.

It was Blanche—still injured, her wounds barely closed.

Now, all four of Sirius Academy’s frontline fighters had thrown caution to the wind, transforming into ruthless warriors, carving a blood-soaked path through Lioncrest territory.

Seeing this, Gayle gave up on restraint. He stepped forward and blocked both Krom and Kelin, voice ice cold.

“Let the kids settle this themselves. If either of you old relics wants to join the fight—”

“You’ll have to get past me first.”

Krom’s expression soured.

He turned to a servant and whispered urgently,

“Go—get the headmaster. Now.”

The servant responded quickly,

“Sir, the Headmaster has already received word. He’ll be returning soon.”

That news brought a hint of color back to Krom’s face.

They had no chance against Gayle, not with their combined strength. Only their headmaster could suppress this monstrous old man.

And once Gayle was tied down—

Alan and the others wouldn’t last a minute.

Those children were fierce, yes—but they were still inexperienced.

Krom’s eyes turned cold with calculation.

With renewed confidence, he turned to his students.

“Gather everyone. All remaining students—NOW. If Sirius Academy won’t play fair, then neither will we.”

As soon as the vice headmaster gave the order, the students responded with roaring morale.

They charged forward in waves, flooding toward Alan and his allies like a tidal surge.

Soon, the four Sirius students found themselves surrounded by over a hundred enemies—each one emitting mana waves no weaker than tier-silver.

Francis’s blood ran cold.

“Okay, um… maybe we should consider a strategic retreat?”

Fort gave him a sidelong glare.

“Retreat? Now?”

Francis waved his hands.

“Not retreat—strategic repositioning. There’s a difference!”

Fort snorted.

“There’s no difference. You’re just from Mist Woods and bad at hiding it.”

“Excuse me—!”

Before their bickering could escalate, Alan began his assault anew.

Mana blades, crafted from dense, pure magical energy, flew like guillotine discs from his staff—mowing down enemies like a high-speed reaper.

Those lucky enough to survive the first strike would find themselves entangled by crimson crystal vines, paralyzed, unable to resist.

And the light sword wreathed in sacred flame was simply too much.

No one could withstand its power.

For a moment, Lioncrest’s advance faltered.

But then, they changed tactics.

Rather than confronting Alan head-on, they began coordinated ambushes from his flanks and rear.

Even someone as powerful as Alan couldn’t handle attacks from all sides.

His reaction speed dropped. The conjuring speed of his light sword lagged behind the growing number of threats.

And there were many.

Lioncrest Academy had unleashed their full force.

Each of the Sirius students now faced enemies outnumbering them tenfold—even twentyfold.

BAM!

Alan repelled three attackers in quick succession—only to be struck from behind by a fourth.

His body was hurled through the air, slamming into the academy’s stone tiles with a sickening crunch.

Francis, Fort, and Blanche weren’t faring any better.

They were doing everything they could just to hold their defensive formation.

But the tsunami of enemies didn’t let up.

Now that they held the upper hand, the Lioncrest forces grew frenzied with bloodlust.

Yes, they had kidnapped someone.

Yes, Alan had retaliated with blood.

But revenge breeds revenge, and now, this hatred could no longer be quelled.

There would be no peace today.

Only one side would walk away alive.

Suddenly—

“To the side gate!”

Francis heard Alan’s voice, transmitted directly into his mind via mana.

He turned, startled, only to see that Fort and Blanche were already reacting—expressions grim but resolute.

Without a word, the three of them began pushing toward the side entrance of Lioncrest Academy.

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