Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 585

Chapter 585: Chapter141-They Shot at Me!
Upon witnessing the unfolding scene, neither the mustached man nor his group of bounty hunters said a word.

After all, they were men who lived in the grey zones of society, individuals accustomed to committing their fair share of heinous acts.

Being laughed at or even pelted with rotten eggs by victims or onlookers was nothing new to them.

Compared to the humiliation they had faced before, the disdainful glares and mocking jeers of the capital’s citizens were no more than a drizzle—something utterly trivial.

However, the masked middle-aged man thought differently.

While it was true that bounty hunters were not well-regarded anywhere in the world,

for most people, their existence had become a kind of numb inevitability.

To put it bluntly—

as long as the bounty notice didn’t have my name on it,

even if you bounty hunters decapitated a king,

what business was it of mine?

But today’s situation was different—subtly but crucially so.

Because, beyond being bounty hunters, the mustached man and his team were Barton Kingdom natives—

and that made them sworn enemies of every citizen of Plantagenet Kingdom.

And such an identity would inevitably have consequences.

Anyone with half a brain could see it.

If Sirius Academy won the battle against these intruders, it would be fine.

But if they lost?

If Sirius Academy fell—

what would people think then?

After all, Sirius Academy was based within the imperial capital of Plantagenet Kingdom.

To direct foreigners—and not just any foreigners, but enemy nationals from Barton Kingdom—to come here and murder Plantagenet’s own citizens…

What kind of treachery was that?

The mere thought was enough to ignite public outrage.

Yet, this outcome conflicted with the original intent of the bounty.

When Stephen issued the bounty, his goal had been clear:

he wanted everyone from Sirius Academy dead.

It just so happened that these Barton bounty hunters, being geographically closer, responded first.

A minor oversight—

but one that was on the verge of causing catastrophic political consequences.

Stephen, being long entrenched in the upper echelons of power, had lost touch with ordinary people’s emotions.

He had never considered the consequences of releasing a global bounty.

He had no idea how the citizens of the capital would view the arrival of these so-called “guests” from Barton.

Would they welcome them like honored tourists?

No—

they would want to see every last one of them dead.

And when these bounty hunters inevitably died,

the public would quickly start asking:

Who hired them?

It wouldn’t take much investigation.

Sirius Academy, after all, had fallen into decline.

They had no resources, no influential allies, no feuds with anyone recent—

except for the explosive, bloody clash Alan had had with Lioncrest Academy not long ago.

Given that, who would have the motive and the means to send bounty hunters from around the world to annihilate Sirius?

The answer practically shouted itself.

If that suspicion solidified—

Lioncrest Academy’s future would be grim indeed.

Using the guns of an enemy nation to execute the sons and daughters of Plantagenet?

How very bold.

Did Lioncrest Academy no longer recognize the authority of the royal family?!

Thus, under layers of twisted motives and tense undercurrents,

the mustached man and his bounty hunters finally arrived at the gates of Sirius Academy.

Strangely, despite being surrounded by hostile stares and murmured insults from the capital’s citizens,

the bounty hunters behaved as if nothing was wrong—

strolling leisurely around, admiring the scenery as if they were nothing more than bored tourists.

Then, amidst the crowd, a small figure emerged—

a young girl squeezing her way through, clutching several vials of differently colored potions in her arms, clearly in a hurry to return to the academy.

The mustached man stepped forward, grabbing the girl’s sleeve with a light laugh.

“My beautiful young lady,

may I ask if you’re a student of Sirius Academy?”

The girl froze for a moment.

Seeing the man’s seemingly kind demeanor, she let her guard down a bit and answered,

“I suppose you could say that, Uncle.

Why do you ask?

Do you need something?”

She glanced around at the surrounding crowd, puzzled by their unusually hostile expressions.

Normally, when she ran errands to buy alchemy supplies, the townsfolk were friendly and kind.

Today, though, their faces twisted with anger—

as if they wanted to tear the bounty hunters apart with their bare hands.

Seeing her innocent reaction, the mustached man’s smile stiffened slightly.

In a flash, he drew his silver pistol and aimed it right at the girl’s forehead—

and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The iron pellet fired from the gun stopped abruptly just inches from the girl’s brow.

The immense heat contained within the bullet was instantly assaulted by an eerie surge of cold air.

In mere moments, the molten heat evaporated into thick plumes of steam.

Then, a thin layer of frost rapidly spread over the bullet,

causing it to fall harmlessly to the ground with a metallic clink.

For a heartbeat, there was absolute silence.

The gathered crowd was utterly dumbfounded.

No one had expected the mustached bounty hunter to actually try to kill someone without a word of warning.

Nor had anyone expected the little girl to so effortlessly neutralize a deadly shot.

The mustached man himself was frozen in place,

his proud quick-draw assassination technique—

honed over countless battles, earning him the feared title Wind of Death—

utterly neutralized.

For a long, long moment, no one moved.

Then, the young girl—finally snapping out of her daze—did what any normal human would do:

She screamed.

The scream had barely torn through the air when—

whoosh—

a tall, slender figure burst forth from within the academy gates,

moving so fast that he seemed almost a blur.

The mustached man shook himself free of his stupor, hurriedly reloading his pistol.

He raised it, taking aim at the oncoming figure.

“Whatever tricks that brat used…

Charging at me head-on without any defense?

You’re just asking to die.”

“Say goodbye to your miserable life.

Remember my name—

the bounty hunter UL—”

But before he could finish uttering his alias,

an overwhelming, formless force slammed into him.

The impact zone was so wide that there was no possibility of dodging.

The bounty hunter was smashed violently backward,

his body crumpling midair like a ragdoll.

When he finally hit the ground,

he was no longer recognizable as human.

Every bone in his body was pulverized.

His flesh had turned into little more than a bloody, shapeless mass.

He was so thoroughly, so instantaneously obliterated—

it was almost surreal.

The surrounding onlookers stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.

They had expected the bounty hunter to die.

But none had anticipated he would be killed so swiftly, so decisively.

If UL had once been known as the “Wind of Death,”

then whoever killed him could only be described as the Lightning of Death.

Amidst the stunned silence, Alan stepped forward,

his figure finally fully revealed.

He pulled Isabella behind him protectively.

His voice was low, cold, and furious:

“Isabella, what happened?”

Isabella, still trembling slightly, opened her mouth,

pointed shakily at the remaining bounty hunters, and stammered:

“Brother…

T-They tried to shoot me!”