Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 533

Chapter 533: Chapter89-A Magus’s Methods
“Magus! That’s the work of a magus!”

Before long, everyone was staring at Alan in utter shock.

They had already regarded Alan as a top-tier prodigy for mastering [Blade Spirit]—but now, he revealed himself to be a magus too!

And just now, nearly ten people were struck simultaneously by Alan’s spike spell. That level of mind power and elemental control was far beyond that of an ordinary magus.

He was very likely a grand magus—one comparable to a golden-ranked mage!

“It’s been years since we’ve seen a grand magus!”

“Alan’s talent is insane. He’s a grand magus and a magic swordsman who wields [Blade Spirit]… this guy is terrifying!”

“He has no background—if we let him grow, he’ll be a serious threat to all of us. We should eliminate him while we have the chance!”

“That’s right. Better to strike now than regret it later!”

Besides marveling at Alan’s talent, the gathered prodigies were now burning with killing intent.

After all, now that Alan had exposed himself as a grand magus, many of them were horrified to realize that in a one-on-one fight… they might not be his match at all!

This guy had hidden way too well.

Beatrice, the red-dressed woman, and the others suddenly surged forward with renewed speed.

Alan now made every one of them feel a real sense of threat.

The crowd charged at him with murderous intent.

Alan’s eyes pulsed with rising waves of mind power. Earth walls shot up like bamboo shoots, blocking their path, followed by sharp gales of freezing wind.

Although these spells were quickly broken through and failed to stop them completely, they still bought Alan valuable time.

But before long, Beatrice and the others noticed that Alan’s mind power was nearly exhausted. His pace slowed significantly.

Sensing this, they sped up and surrounded Alan once more.

“Alan! This time, there’s no escape!”

“Hand over the skill!”

Dozens of hostile gazes locked onto Alan like blades.

Alan, panting slightly, came to a halt. Glancing at the crowd encircling him, he shrugged and said:

“Still chasing me, huh? Haven’t any of you noticed something… strange with your bodies?”

His words instantly filled everyone with a sense of foreboding.

“You’re still spewing nonsense? Even if you babble to the heavens, you’re going to die today!” the red-dressed woman snapped coldly.

But before she could finish, she suddenly felt… off. The way she looked at Alan had changed. Instead of pure hatred, she now felt a strange attraction to him.

Her heart sank.

She quickly glanced at the others—and was stunned to see that everyone, male or female, had flushed skin. Some even had bulging veins and blood-red eyes like rubies.

“Something’s wrong! Alan, what did you do to us!?”

Everyone felt unbearably hot, like they were about to explode, and their minds began to grow hazy. It was obvious they had been poisoned.

With everyone glaring furiously at him, Alan smiled faintly. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little something I mixed myself.”

“This poison begins with a fever, followed by mental confusion, then overactive magical elements. In the end, your mana boils you alive.”

Poison!

Everyone recoiled in fear.

Especially since what Alan described matched their symptoms exactly, panic began to set in.

These were all elite prodigies of powerful factions. They treasured their lives above all.

No one wanted to die—especially not poisoned by Alan of all people!

“You despicable bastard! You call yourself a mage? A magus, even?!”

Some were so furious their faces turned green.

Alan’s gaze was icy. “Despicable? When you ganged up on me, did any of you feel shame?”

“In another half hour, your skin will start rotting… and then you’ll explode from within.”

“But hey, I’m not a cruel person. Here—some antidotes. Whoever grabs one, it’s yours.”

As he spoke, Alan tossed several vials in different directions.

The prodigies hesitated, but as more and more symptoms matched his warning, they couldn’t risk it.

Their lives were on the line.

And if the poison damaged their cultivation foundation, the consequences would be even worse.

After a brief pause, they all scrambled toward the scattered antidotes.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Alan swiftly fled once more.

Beatrice and the red-dressed woman wanted to believe it was just another bluff from Alan…

But what if it wasn’t?

They couldn’t afford to take that gamble.

As a magus, Alan’s spiritual sensitivity was extraordinary—formulating potent poisons wouldn’t be out of the question.

Especially considering how effectively the berserker potion had summoned the spellbeasts earlier. That wasn’t some mass-produced trash—it had to be homemade!

Otherwise, there’s no way it would’ve drawn in so many beasts without anyone noticing until it was too late.

“Magic swordsman, grand magus, and now a skilled apothecary… Alan’s talent is freakishly monstrous!” Beatrice thought as she rushed toward the antidotes, her heart pounding with dread.

Even the pride she’d reserved for Alice as a rival now seemed pale in comparison.

Because of their momentary hesitation, many of the antidotes had already been snatched up by other prodigies.

They began fighting over the remaining ones—chaos erupted!

Meanwhile, the powerful figures observing from the shadows finally noticed something strange. After learning what had happened, they sent mental transmissions:

“You’ve all been tricked by Alan! That wasn’t poison at all!”

The red-dressed woman, stunned, immediately asked, “Elder, if it’s not poison, then what? Why do I feel so awful—and why can’t I calm down with elemental magic?”

For top-tier prodigies like them, normal poisons wouldn’t have worked.

They had special bloodlines and powerful resistance. But today—everyone was affected, without exception!

The elder’s mental voice sounded like thunder, his tone as black as soot.

“It wasn’t poison… so of course your elements couldn’t dispel it. It was… a tonic. Or to be more accurate, an aphrodisiac!”

Aphrodisiac?!

Everyone’s expressions changed as realization struck.

No wonder they’d reacted that way…

That damn Alan—this was the third time he’d humiliated them!

“That bastard actually carries something like that around?! He’s the worst!”

“He can’t have gone far. Chase him!”

The moment they understood what had happened, they were ready to skin Alan alive. Their glorious reputations had been turned into jokes.

“And he calls himself a magus?! How shameless can you be?!”

“Alan, you won’t escape. That tier-diamond skill is destined to belong to the Kent Kingdom!”

Even as they pursued Alan, members of the various factions were growing colder and more ruthless.

Beatrice glanced around at the chasing prodigies.

The Jiner Kingdom, the Kent Kingdom, the Barton Kingdom—

So many kingdoms had joined this battle for the magic skill.

But in the end, she believed… they were all just side characters.

In the blink of an eye, the major factions moved again, locking onto Alan’s escape route.

This time, no matter what Alan said—they would treat it all as nonsense.

Meanwhile, because of the time wasted fighting over the antidotes, Alan had finally reached a point where he could see the outline of Ironblood City in the distance.

Elite troops under the third princess had already stationed there—once he reached it, he’d be safe!

But just as Alan sighed in relief, his senses suddenly went on high alert.

A shadowy figure had silently appeared ahead of him.

It was an old man with silver hair styled like a full moon. Though his face was wrinkled with age, his spirit was sharp and piercing—and in his eyes gleamed a metallic edge that made Alan feel like his entire body was being sliced apart.