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

“Are you okay?”

Francis hurried over to Alan’s side, repeating the very words Alan had used to check on him earlier.

Alan didn’t answer. Instead, he dismissed both Lumen Sancta and his elemental swords, his expression dark and solemn. He scanned the surroundings, his gaze eventually locking onto the treetop of a nearby tree.

After a few moments, a man wearing an emerald green robe descended slowly from the branches. His eyes fixed unwaveringly on Alan, and his lips moved as if muttering to himself.

“A magus who’s mastered all six elements, and hasn’t neglected physical training either… Fascinating. Truly fascinating.”

Alan shot him a cold glare but didn’t bother responding. Instead, he took a deep breath and directly blinked to Isabella’s side.

She was in a deep coma. No matter how loudly Alan called her name, she remained unresponsive.

Her lips—and the blood vessels spreading across her skin—had turned a disturbingly unhealthy shade of purplish black.

Alan knew he couldn’t waste another second.

He immediately pulled out the Stone of Sage and used it to eliminate every last vine that had coiled around her body.

Just as he turned his back to pick Isabella up and carry her away, the bark of the tree nearby suddenly twisted, and an eerie human face surfaced on its trunk.

The face opened its mouth wide—and with a disturbing snap, a sharpened wooden spike shot out, stabbing directly into Alan’s body.

Alan’s lips bled, but a smirk still crept across them.

That wooden spike—he could feel it—it wasn’t just a weapon. It was a staff.

And as far as Alan was concerned, if something was a staff, then it posed no threat at all.

After all, he hadn’t painstakingly cultivated the Hellscape Path just for show.

One of Hellscape’s most formidable features was that it allowed Alan to bypass the usual mana accumulation process for magi. Instead, he could directly absorb the Origin mana from staffs—any staff.

Of course, Hellscape had its limits.

From his experience absorbing three staffs in Hell, Alan had estimated that the current limit of his ability sat around tier-platinum staffs.

And even then, the success rate was only about fifty percent.

However, this spike—this staff—used in the ambush didn’t contain mana anywhere near tier-platinum.

Which meant that Alan could absorb it effortlessly.

Hidden within the tree, the attacker suddenly felt a chill as he realized the Origin mana inside his staff was rapidly draining—sucked into Alan’s body like a vortex.

His eyes widened. He froze.

“What… what’s going on…?”

“Let me explain it to you,” Alan said coolly.

Without hesitation, he turned, thrust his hand straight through the tree trunk—and emerged gripping a still-beating bloody heart.

Within the tree, the attacker’s eyes rolled back into his head. His jaw fell open in a soundless scream as his life ended instantly.

At that very moment, freed from the magical bindings, Isabella’s limp body began to fall toward the ground.

Alan’s heart clenched.

With a sharp wave, he summoned Lumen Sancta and hurled it straight toward her.

Lumen Sancta, sensing Alan’s urgency, streaked through the air like a flash of divine light. Just before Isabella hit the ground, it pierced through her clothing and pinned her to a nearby tree trunk—softly, gently—preventing any injury from the fall.

Alan let out a long breath of relief and prepared to descend the tree to check on her condition.

But just then, the mana in his body began to seethe uncontrollably.

Though the spike-staff hadn’t been tier-platinum, the quality of mana within it was still potent enough to allow Alan to rise one tier further.

Unfortunately, now was not the time for a breakthrough.

He forced himself to take deep breaths, suppressing the turbulent mana within. Only once he had stabilized it did he descend from the tree, striding over to Isabella.

Using the vital energy of the Stone of Sage, he began aiding her recovery.

Moments later, the blackish-purple veins receded from her skin, and her breathing became steadier.

Her eyelids trembled faintly before she slowly opened them.

The instant she saw Alan’s face, Isabella’s eyes turned red with emotion. Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks.

Alan gave her a gentle smile. He reached out, placing a hand on her forehead and softly brushing her hair back.

“I’m sorry… you’ve suffered enough. Let’s go home.”

With that, he bent down and lifted Isabella onto his back.

But as he turned to leave, the man he had injured earlier—the one in the dark single-layer robe—reappeared, blocking his path.

Alan let out a mental sigh. This is why finishing the job is always worth the effort.

He clenched his fists and dropped into a battle-ready stance.

But then—behind that man—another figure emerged.

This newcomer’s presence was uncanny.

Though he stood in plain sight, Alan couldn’t feel even a trace of mana emanating from him.

Even more unsettling were the withered leaves tucked between his fingers.

Alan’s eyes narrowed.

So he’s the one who ambushed me earlier.

As the leaf-wielder appeared, yet another person stepped out from behind a nearby tree.

This man was massive—tall, muscular, and carrying a broadsword on his back so wide it could’ve doubled as a door.

Francis rushed to Alan’s side, whispering quickly, “Don’t worry about the big guy—he’s not a real threat. But that guy with the leaves? Be careful. He tried to ambush us multiple times earlier and I couldn’t sense him at all.”

Alan gave a small nod. He already knew most of this.

But now, with three enemies arrayed before them, escaping unscathed would not be easy.

“Francis…”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Take Isabella and go. I’ll hold them off.”

Alan’s voice was cold and resolute.

Francis and Isabella both froze.

“No! I’m not leaving!” Isabella shouted through her tears. “If we’re going to die, then let me die with you!”

She wrapped her arms tightly around Alan and refused to let go.

Francis looked panicked, trying to reason with him. “Are you serious right now? After everything we’ve been through in these ruins, you’ve definitely burned through a ton of mana. Forget fighting all three—do you even have enough left to take on one of them?”

“If we go, we go together. If we die, we die together. I’m not going to survive alone and live in regret!”

“Enough talk—GO!”

Alan pried Isabella’s arms from around his neck and shoved her toward Francis.

“I stay behind, and there’s a chance you two escape. But if you both stay, none of us are leaving alive.”

He fixed his gaze on Isabella.

“She can’t fight. If she stays… she’ll only get in my way.”

“…In your way?”

Isabella froze.

Her hands stopped struggling, and her entire body went still.

A long silence followed.

Then, without another word, she slowly walked behind Francis.

Her stance made her feelings clear.

Francis glanced at the two of them, scratched his head in frustration, and finally relented.

“Fine, fine. I’ll take her. Okay?”

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