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

Archbishop Daniel cleared his throat and said in a steady voice, “I came to pay respects to an old friend… and to talk with you about something.”

“Oh? What’s the matter?”Alan’s mind stirred. He instantly recalled the last time Stephen had attacked the monastery near the Plantagenet Kingdom, bringing with him an elite force of Legendary mages from the NK Kingdom. It was only through the activation of the Church’s divine defensive mechanism that Daniel had managed to preserve the lives of the believers inside.

Now, with Stephen dead and the NK Kingdom’s Legendary mages lying lifeless atop the monastery’s shattered spire, Daniel’s situation must be dire. Given how overwhelmed the Church was, what business could he possibly have with Alan, a newly appointed and barely-established academy headmaster?

Noticing Alan frowning and deep in thought, Daniel gave him a light pat on the shoulder and chuckled.

“Relax, it’s nothing too complicated. Right now, Sirius Academy is in the early stages of reconstruction. You’re in need of funds. And as for me…” he sighed, “well, to be blunt, I’m flat broke after activating the divine defense device.”

“You still remember what I told you before, right? Using that thing even once costs a minimum of ten million. You need money, sure—but the Church needs it even more.”

He gave a wry smile. “You’ve got four people, tops. We’ve got at least four thousand mouths to feed. The amount we spend daily just to keep everyone alive is terrifying. You might not understand it now, but once Sirius Academy grows, and you’re responsible for hundreds—maybe thousands—of students and faculty… you’ll know exactly what I mean.”

“So… are you saying you’re here to borrow money from me, Archbishop Daniel?”Alan asked cautiously, half-joking, but his tone carried a note of suspicion.

This old man had come to pay his respects to Headmaster Gayle, hung around long after, poured out a tale of woe—it could only mean one thing in Alan’s eyes: he wanted money.

But Daniel shook his head.

“No, not borrow—cooperate.”His expression shifted, eventually settling into a mysterious grin. “Alan, those Legendary mages who died on the monastery’s rooftop that day… all the valuable items they had on them—you took those, didn’t you?”

“That’s correct.”Alan didn’t bother hiding it. He had already planned to sell the items the team couldn’t use, perhaps even offloading them to the Church. He just didn’t expect Daniel to beat him to the punch.

“So… are you thinking about selling them?”Daniel’s eyes twinkled.

“Of course,” Alan said. “As you know, Legendary-grade equipment and magical artifacts are only truly valuable if they suit their wielder. A water-element mage getting a fire-enhancing relic? That’s just going to collect dust in some vault. So I was already considering sending the ones we can’t use to the Church exchange.”

Daniel quickly waved his hand.

“No need, no need. Truthfully, even if you send them now, we don’t have the funds to buy them. What I’m proposing is a partnership—helping you sell those Legendary items in the Sacred Realm.”

“The Sacred Realm?”Alan blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He was talking about selling off loot—how did the Sacred Realm get involved?

Daniel nodded, continuing smoothly.

“Here’s the idea: You’ve got the inventory, and I’ve got the sales channels. If we work together, we can turn a handsome profit. I’ve already planned out the rest. For this one-time emergency collaboration, the proceeds from the sale of these Legendary-grade magical artifacts—we split them seventy-thirty. You get seventy, I take thirty. How about it?”

“That’s already the best offer I can make.”

A seventy-thirty split in Alan’s favor.

Alan couldn’t deny the appeal. Those items were going to be sold anyway. But with the Church currently in ruins and the royal court spread thin from reconstruction efforts across the kingdom, there weren’t many buyers willing to spend a fortune on equipment they couldn’t even use.

From this angle, the Sacred Realm might indeed be the only viable market left.

“I accept.”Alan nodded without hesitation. The tension in Daniel’s shoulders eased.

“Whew… I knew you’d say yes. You’re a smart one.”

With a flick of his wrist, Daniel pulled out a smooth rune stone and handed it to Alan.

“Take this. This is a personal token of Pope Moses himself. It’s rarely shown to outsiders. But with this in hand, it’s as though the Pope himself is standing beside you. Any Church outpost in the world will treat you with the highest respect. It’s far more effective than the card I gave you before.”

Alan stared at the rune in confusion. “Forgive me, Archbishop, but… who exactly is this Pope Moses?”

Daniel paused, then let out a small laugh. “Ah, of course. You’re not a Church insider, so you’re unfamiliar with our internal hierarchy. Well then, let me explain.”

“At the top of the Church—the absolute authority—is our Holy Pontiff, His Eminence Caesar, the earthly vessel of divine will. Under him serve two High Popes, who assist in managing the Church’s sprawling empire. Below them are their direct subordinates, the Regional Popes, tasked with overseeing Church affairs in their designated regions.”

“Pope Moses is one such Regional Pope. He’s in charge of all Church operations across the Plantagenet Kingdom and dozens of neighboring territories. He’s also my immediate superior. Right now, he’s stationed in the Sacred Realm, preaching and managing ecclesiastical matters.”

“I mentioned earlier that I had business in the Sacred Realm. That was to report to him. And I figured—if I’m going anyway, why not bring some Legendary items along? They’re highly liquid assets over there—easy to sell and in high demand. That’s why I came to you.”

Hearing the full context, Alan couldn’t help but admire Daniel’s cunning.

This old fox really knew how to play both sides.

If Alan agreed to hand over the equipment, Daniel would solve the Church’s funding crisis and score points with his superior.

If Alan refused, Daniel could still seek supplies from Pope Moses under the pretense of religious duty. One way or another, the monastery would survive.

“Oh, and one more thing.”Daniel interrupted Alan’s train of thought.

“Don’t underestimate that rune stone. It’s not just a badge of status—it’s a symbol of power.”

“If you carry it into any Church location, you can temporarily command the stationed Inquisition Knights. They’re all at least Tier-Diamond in strength. But remember, you must use this power sparingly.”

“Why?” Alan asked.

“Because on paper, the Church must remain neutral. If we intervene in your private battles too often, it will damage our credibility and draw the attention of forces that may wish us harm. Be cautious.”

“As for its basic perks—shopping discounts, tax waivers at Church exchange halls—it does all that and more. Pretty much everything your old card could do, but better.”

Alan carefully tucked the rune stone into a secure inner pocket, treating it with great care.

Then he looked up, gave Daniel a respectful nod, and said sincerely, “Then I’ll take good care of it. Archbishop Daniel, I wish you great success in your trade.”

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