Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Chapter166-Alan Is Jumping Off the Clock Tower?!
Alan slowly closed his eyes, and the silver radiance that had been surrounding him gradually faded away.

When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had returned to their former clarity—no longer reflecting any of the strange lights that had flashed within them earlier. This was the final sign.

He had officially stepped into the realm of a tier-silver magus.

Yet it wasn’t just him who had evolved.

Without hesitation, Alan summoned his Holy Sword Staff.

At the same time, a third staff—one of the original three given to him by the lady, and also the one with the highest mana purity—lay shattered on the floor. From within its fractured core, a surge of Origin Mana surged forth and flowed directly into the Holy Sword Staff in Alan’s hand.

Not long after, Alan could feel the weight in his grip beginning to change. The Holy Sword Staff had become noticeably heavier. It wasn’t just his imagination—the staff was undergoing some kind of transformation.

It was evolving.

Its capacity to condense and channel mana had grown more efficient. The edges of the blade were sharper now, honed to a degree that likely surpassed most enchanted weapons. Even without a layer of mana-blade coating, Alan suspected this staff could cleave through the mana shield of a fully-prepared mage in a single swing.

But the most striking change was the subtle glow flowing along the body of the weapon—delicate streams of pale golden light drifting across its blade. They weren’t mana-based, nor did they have any physical form. Rather, they resembled some unique visual phenomenon—an ethereal signature that marked the weapon’s evolution.

Considering all these changes, Alan felt it was only right to bestow his beloved staff with a proper name.

“Staff… Lumen Sancta. What do you think of that?” he said casually, half-joking.

To his surprise, the Holy Sword Staff shuddered slightly in his hand—twice, in fact—as if nodding in approval.

“I was only joking, but if you like it, then Lumen Sancta it is,” Alan chuckled, his tone warm. With that, he carefully retracted the staff.

Now, his transformation was complete—body, mind, soul, and staff had all taken a significant leap forward.

Clenching his fists, Alan focused his senses inward. The sheer force now coursing through his body felt astonishing. It was a tide of power—calm but ever-present.

Then his gaze sharpened. He turned his eyes upward, staring at a specific point in the sky.

High above, a translucent phantom figure slowly began to form, its shape reminiscent of Ares.

But Alan didn’t launch an attack.

Instead, he began reenacting the battle he had previously fought against Ares—step by step.

“Hmm… there was a better way to handle that part. I could’ve baited him into striking first.”

“And here, during that mana clash, with my current strength, I should be able to overpower him head-on.”

Alan analyzed each move with a calm, analytical mindset, like a strategist watching from the sidelines rather than a fighter on the battlefield.

Eventually, he arrived at a conclusion.

If he were to fight Ares again now, after reaching tier-silver, he believed he had a 70% chance of winning decisively.

The remaining 30%? That was the uncertainty. Ares hadn’t revealed all his cards in their last fight, and Alan wasn’t arrogant enough to ignore the possibility of a hidden trump card.

“Speaking of trump cards…”

Suddenly, Alan’s expression shifted, and he slowly turned to look toward the direction of the second layer of Hell.

That imprisoned clown-like entity—someone who had, on several occasions, served as his unexpected backup plan—was still sealed down there.

Now that he had advanced to tier-silver, Alan couldn’t help but wonder: Did he finally stand a chance against that thing?

Curiosity blazed in his chest, almost uncontrollably.

Step by step, Alan descended toward the second level of the infernal realm.

…

A while later—

Alan returned to the real world, now sporting two massive lumps on his forehead.

Worse still, someone had somehow affixed a bright red clown nose to his face.

The comical look was beyond humiliating.

With a long sigh, Alan yanked the red nose off and flung it to the ground. But the moment it touched the floor, it vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

“What a joke! I was literally played like a monkey!”

Frustrated, Alan muttered to himself. He had been so confident, assuming his promotion would finally let him confront the monster sealed in the second level of Hell.

He didn’t even get to see the guy’s face.

The moment he reached the door, he was struck—twice—by an unseen force and immediately expelled from the plane by an overwhelming push. The clown hadn’t even deemed him worthy of a personal appearance.

“His personality is seriously awful…” Alan said at last, sprawled face-down on his bed like someone resigned to fate.

As much as it pained him to admit it, the evidence was undeniable: even as a tier-silver magus, he was still utterly outclassed by that thing.

And what was worse? It had all happened automatically, through some kind of door guardian mechanism. The guy hadn’t lifted a finger.

Alan wasn’t the type to let things slide.

But revenge would have to wait.

He first needed to obtain the second Sealed Artifact—then, and only then, would he come back and thoroughly embarrass that jester.

…

Midday, under the scorching sun.

While most students at Sirius Academy were napping peacefully, Alan was climbing up to the very top of the academy’s highest structure—the central clock tower.

There was still one final test to verify whether his strength had truly reached the level of a tier-silver magus.

He had to see if he could suspend himself in midair, relying on nothing but his control over mana.

Originally, this technique had been exclusive to witches. But years ago, after various nations integrated witches into the broader mage community, their evaluation methods had spread among the magi as well.

And this method was undeniably effective.

To support one’s own body weight using only mana, to float in defiance of gravity—that required an incredible degree of control and mastery. It was something no tier-bronze mage could hope to accomplish.

Witches often used brooms to obscure the fact that they were flying unaided. Most people believed the brooms were magical tools.

In truth, they were ordinary brooms. The real secret was the witch’s precise manipulation of mana.

Alan didn’t bring a broom.

Nor had he brought any sort of support device.

What he did bring, however, was Lumen Sancta.

He was a little nervous, not entirely confident that he could maintain mana flow without faltering. If he failed, it would mean a deadly fall from nearly a hundred meters above ground.

That’s where the staff came in. It was his safety net.

After a moment of deep breath and mental preparation, Alan tightened his grip and stepped forward—

Off the edge of the clock tower.

Wind rushed past his ears.

This wasn’t just a test of mana control—it was a test of courage. Alan could imagine some mages with a fear of heights fainting before they even reached the edge.

Fortunately, he wasn’t one of them.

“One step… two… three…”

Alan carefully counted each step he took in the air. By the tenth, he was fully airborne, completely removed from the structure.

Suspended in the air.

Without any outside help.

“I did it!”

A surge of elation filled his chest. Alan’s confidence skyrocketed. He began to experiment—first walking faster, then jogging, then running and leaping through the air.

Meanwhile, at that very moment, Fort had just returned to the academy after purchasing a bag of nails.

What he saw nearly made him faint.

There was Alan—running, jumping, practically dancing in midair outside the clock tower.

The nails scattered from his hands, clattering across the floor.

It took Fort a few seconds to process what he was seeing.

Then he bolted into the main hall of the academy, where many students and staff were enjoying their midday rest.

“EVERYONE WAKE UP!” he bellowed. “Alan—Alan’s going to JUMP OFF THE CLOCK TOWER!!”