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

Clack… clack…

Footsteps crunched over broken stone and shattered tiles, echoing through the ruins with a crisp, somber rhythm.

After returning from the monastery, Alan and his group made their way straight to Sirius Academy. But what greeted them was no longer the peaceful, scholarly haven they once knew.

Instead, it was a wasteland.

Sirius—once a proud bastion of knowledge and magic—now stood as little more than rubble. At the heart of a recent mini solar eruption, the academy had taken the brunt of the devastation. Massive craters tore through the land, and nearly two-thirds of the grounds had been obliterated by the explosion.

The main hall, where students once studied and teachers once lectured, was inaccessible. All they could do now was navigate the outer perimeter of the academy, stepping lightly over scorched earth and scattered remnants.

Perhaps it was the cruel contrast to memories of the past, or perhaps it was the pressure of everything they had endured finally reaching its boiling point—whatever the reason, Blanche suddenly came to a halt midway through the ruins. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

Then came the sobs.

Deep, gut-wrenching cries spilled from her like a dam breaking, transforming her into a figure soaked in tears and anguish.

The others looked at her, wanting to console her—but no one knew what to say. Words seemed inadequate, feeble in the face of such loss.

At last, Alan stepped forward.

He bent down and picked up a small, broken shard of a silver flask from the rubble. Then he gently placed it into Blanche’s trembling hand and wrapped her fingers tightly around it.

His voice was low but steady.

“We’ll be okay… We will. The Headmaster entrusted the academy to me. As long as I draw breath, I’ll make sure Sirius rises again—and stronger than ever before.”

Blanche choked on her sobs, trying to speak through them.

“Alan… I believe you. I do, it’s just… just… sob sob…”

She couldn’t finish. Her grief overwhelmed her again, and the emotion that had gripped her now started to spread.

Even Francis and Fort—usually so composed—turned away, their shoulders shaking faintly.

“You crying?” Fort asked, forcing a cough.

“Hell no!” Francis snapped. “Just got some dust in my eyes, alright?!”

It took a while for the weight of sorrow to lift from them. Eventually, they managed to pull themselves back from the edge.

Alan stood in the center of the group and spoke firmly, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Fort. Francis. And you too, Blanche… No matter how you each feel right now, I need you to know—since Isabella and I came to this academy, we’ve considered Sirius our second home.”

“You probably don’t know what kind of place we came from. Our old life… it was hell. My own family humiliated me, threatened me, even used my little sister as a bargaining chip—all because our parents weren’t around to protect us.”

“I endured all of that. And it taught me something important: there’s no hardship in this world we can’t overcome. As long as we hold on to hope, there’s always a way forward!”

“That’s right!” Francis added, his tone suddenly passionate. “So what if we have to rebuild an academy? Sirius wasn’t exactly thriving when we first got here. It was practically falling apart already. How much worse can it get, really? Worst case—we die trying!”

Francis had always been the kind of guy who knew how to lift spirits. And now, more than ever, he was trying his best to rouse the group’s courage.

Fort followed up quickly. “I’ve been drifting through the Mist Woods since I was a child—never had a real place to call home. Sirius was the first place that ever felt like it belonged to me. I’ll do everything I can to bring it back!”

“You guys…” Blanche’s eyes welled up again, but this time, the tears weren’t of sadness.

They were tears of gratitude, of being moved.

“I’m so lucky to have met you all.”

“Alright,” Alan clapped his hands together. “Enough pep talk. Time to do something useful. First, let’s sort the supplies. Then we’ll build a fire and set up a simple tent. Food, shelter, and clothing—we need to secure the basics first.”

He naturally took on the role of leader, issuing clear orders with calm confidence.

Surprisingly, no one resisted. In fact, everyone welcomed it. They were glad to follow him.

But just as Alan finished speaking—his body suddenly went rigid.

The change was instant and jarring.

The others watched in shock as he clutched his chest in agony and collapsed flat onto the ground.

“Alan?!”

“Alan!”

“Alan, are you alright? Say something!”

The three of them immediately rushed to his side, trying to examine him—but after checking all over, they couldn’t find any injuries or external wounds.

They didn’t understand it. But Alan did.

He knew this was the consequence of overtaxing his vital energy earlier. The seal on the Stone of the Sage—his final line of defense—had weakened. And now, something from within hell itself was beginning to stir.

“Ugh… I… I’m fine. Just an old condition… nothing serious… don’t worry… ah—!”

Before he could even finish, another wave of pain hit, and Alan let out an agonized scream.

Francis began to sweat in panic.

“Bro! You’re saying one thing, but your body’s saying the opposite!”

Fort frantically rummaged through his satchel, trying to find some pain-relieving herbs. But Alan’s body was already contorting violently. The veins on his skin bulged grotesquely, as if his entire system was about to burst from the strain.

Blanche was completely petrified.

She wasn’t a healer—she had no idea how to ease his pain. All she could do was cradle him in her arms and pray. Pray with every fiber of her being that he’d pull through.

She had already tasted the grief of losing someone dear. She couldn’t bear to taste it again.

“AAAHHH!”

Another scream tore through the air as Alan pushed Blanche away and curled into a tight ball on the ground, his body convulsing.

The pain came in waves, each one more intense than the last. It was as if his very soul was being torn apart.

Not even when Stephen had faced off against the woman of fire—Judgement of Soul—had the agony been this overwhelming.

But then, Stephen hadn’t had an entire hell sealed inside his soul.

With a sudden boom, the ground beneath Alan cracked open, revealing a glowing fissure of molten lava.

Then, a column of fire shot straight into the sky—engulfing Alan completely.

The other three stumbled backward, stunned by the sudden eruption.

Only Francis was quick to react.

“Alan’s still in there! We have to get him out!” he shouted.

Without hesitation, Fort activated his Metal Elemental Body and rushed toward the flames. But before he could even reach them, part of his arm had already begun to melt.

The fire was unimaginably hot—unnatural, even. This wasn’t fire from the physical world.

Francis yanked Fort back and snapped, “Useless! I’ll do it myself!”

He pulled out an apple-shaped magical artifact and poured his mana into it, manipulating the air’s oxygen molecules—making them so dense that combustion couldn’t occur.

If there was no oxygen, fire couldn’t burn. It was basic science.

But the moment he cut the oxygen flow, the scene that followed stunned him.

The flames didn’t die down.

They didn’t even flicker.

Even with a complete vacuum around Alan, the fire burned brighter than ever.

“That’s it!” Blanche suddenly shouted. “Why make things complicated? To put out fire, you just use water!”

She began gathering water elements from the surroundings, forming a massive surge to douse the fire.

But no matter how much water she poured onto it, the moment it touched the flames, it turned to steam—evaporated without a trace.

Nothing worked.

The three of them could only stand there, helpless, as the fire grew hotter, whiter, more terrifying.

Blanche broke down again, her voice trembling. “What do we do… what do we do?!”

“There’s only four of us left in Sirius. If Alan… if something happens to him, I… I…”

“Don’t talk like that!”

Francis grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eyes, his voice firm.

“Right now, the only thing we can do is believe in him. Alan’s been through hell before. He’s faced danger time and again—and he always comes out alive. This time will be no different.”

“Believe in him.”

“Believe in my brother.”

“Believe that he can overcome this.”

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