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

Off to the side, when Francis witnessed the scene before him, his heart instantly leapt into his throat.

That mysterious man’s attacks blurred the line between illusion and reality, and his mastery over elemental magic had already reached the level of perfection.

This could only mean one thing: the man’s strength was at least tier-platinum.

He was a formidable foe.

Just as Francis was about to drag his exhausted body up to help, a sudden explosion thundered from the spot where Alan and the man were fighting.

A massive cloud of dust erupted upward, shaking the earth. The raging winds, which had previously only stirred up fallen leaves, now swept the dust into the sky as well.

Moments later, a figure shot out from the cloud at high speed. It didn’t look voluntary—more like someone had blasted him away.

Francis narrowed his eyes and saw that the figure was not Alan, but the mysterious man!

Across the man’s chest, a savage gash half a meter long was clearly visible, oozing blood.

Francis immediately halted his steps and sat back down beneath the tree. If Alan had managed to injure someone of this level so severely, then that meant Alan had held something back as well—just as Francis had hoped.

Now that man lay on the ground, rolling over and over in a mess of dirt and leaves. His entire body was limp, his face smudged with dust and blood—an utter wreck.

Blood continued to spill from his chest wound, making the scene look even more tragic.

He had underestimated his opponent.

True, in that critical moment earlier, he had acted on instinct and elementalized his entire leg to avoid Alan’s attack, managing to land a counterstrike as well.

But what he failed to consider… was that no matter how long a man’s leg was, it could never be longer than a giant sword.

Especially a giant sword formed through Alan’s fused elements—one that could be enlarged even further with increased mana output.

“Ugh…”

The mysterious man let out a final grunt before he finally stopped rolling.

At this point, the dark-purple casual outfit he’d been wearing had been completely shredded, revealing the solid black ebony armor lining beneath it.

It was that internal armor—crafted from genuine ebony—that had absorbed the majority of Alan’s attack. Without it, there was no way he would’ve survived the light sword spell.

Even if Alan hadn’t used his ultimate move, a basic elemental sword would’ve been enough to split him in half—just like it had done to those ambushing siblings earlier.

“Who is this guy?” Francis couldn’t help wondering. “To be wearing armor lined with ebony, something that rare? A tier-platinum level magic item like that… isn’t something just anyone can afford.”

While Francis was still pondering the man’s identity, the stranger pushed himself up from the ground again.

His face had contorted into something close to a demon’s, eyes bloodshot, locked on Alan with unrelenting hatred. If looks could kill, Alan would’ve died a hundred times over by now.

Naturally, Alan felt the murderous intent pouring from the man’s gaze. He didn’t hesitate for even a moment and dashed toward him—ready to end this battle once and for all.

But unexpectedly, the man suddenly slapped both his palms onto the ground.

At that instant, the elemental forces beneath the earth were thrown into chaos.

Countless pebbles, dust particles, and sharp mineral fragments buried in the soil burst forth like a deadly downpour, all shooting directly toward Alan.

Alan didn’t dodge. Instead, he charged headfirst into the storm of projectiles and summoned his Lumen Sancta, stabbing once again toward the man’s already bloodied chest.

A flicker of panic crossed the man’s face. He quickly staggered backward, elementalizing the injured area of his chest just in time to avoid a fatal blow.

But that was when Alan suddenly reappeared to his side and threw a mana-charged punch straight into his face.

“He’s not just strong in magic—his body is just as dangerous!”

That was the last thought that crossed the stranger’s mind before Alan’s punch sent him crashing face-first into the earth.

The strike had been infused with an immense amount of mana Overpressure and mana Rupture. If the man hadn’t already reached tier-platinum, Alan was confident that single punch would’ve shattered his skull completely.

Boom!

The ground quaked from the impact, cracking open into an uneven crater several meters wide.

The man’s head was now buried at the very center of that pit, silent testament to the raw force Alan had just unleashed.

Seeing that the blow hadn’t outright killed the man—merely knocked him out—Alan couldn’t help but sigh in disappointment.

Frowning, he stepped into the crater, preparing to deliver the final strike.

But just then—just like Francis before him—Alan suddenly felt a chill crawl across the back of his neck.

Without hesitation, he spun around and lashed out with another mana Rupture punch.

Crackle!

A single withered leaf was struck and burst into a flurry of fragments.

“…A leaf?”

Alan stared at the shredded remains of the withered leaf on the ground, utterly baffled.

How could a simple leaf make him feel such intense danger?

No matter how he thought it over, Alan couldn’t come up with a logical explanation.

He extended his senses further, scanning his surroundings—but aside from Francis, he couldn’t detect any other mana presence.

Finally, Alan turned around and called out, “Watch the perimeter! I’m going to rescue Isabella. Once I’ve got her, we’re leaving this place immediately!”

Francis didn’t respond.

Instead, with a fierce expression, he hurled a small rock straight at Alan.

The stone wasn’t large, but it had been reinforced by gravity magic, and its velocity had increased dramatically.

Alan blinked in confusion but then instinctively tilted his body to dodge it.

“What the he—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Clink!

The rock had hit something. A clear, sharp impact echoed in the air.

Alan whirled around, only to see that the surface of the stone now bore a deep crack—and surrounding it were more fragments of withered leaves!

Shff shff shff…

Suddenly, the fallen leaves strewn across the ground began to stir.

As if given life, they rose one by one and shot toward Alan in a barrage.

Fallen leaves weren’t supposed to be dangerous—but under the influence of some strange and unknown power, they had become lethal weapons, each one like a blade aimed at his throat.

Alan’s face darkened.

In his left hand, he gripped Lumen Sancta, and in his right, he summoned a longsword of metal element. With both weapons, he slashed in a sweeping, blurring arc, forming a protective circular vacuum zone around himself.

Not a single leaf could get close to him.

But no matter how fast Alan was, human reflexes had their limits. There were bound to be blind spots—openings in his defense.

And that’s when it happened.

One particularly sharp withered leaf veered away from the whirlwind of blades. It slithered into the soil, hiding there quietly like a serpent.

While Alan remained focused on the visible threats, the hidden leaf struck—

It burst from beneath his feet like a dagger, aiming straight for his heart.

“Rise!”

At that critical moment, Francis—clutching an apple and using every last ounce of his strength—cast his gravity field, drastically increasing the weight of the air and terrain around Alan.

The withered leaves, no matter how enchanted, were still subject to planetary gravity.

The instant the field was activated, all the airborne leaves dropped dead to the ground.

Just like that, they became nothing more than ordinary foliage once again.

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