Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 625

Chapter 625: Chapter181-Realization
“This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!”

“He didn’t even wait for us to make our move—he walked right into our trap and killed two of our proud Lioncrest students without a second thought!”

The hidden Lioncrest Academy students—who had come to Kent Kingdom under aliases or even forged identities—erupted in anger. They had been lying low, waiting for the perfect moment to ambush Alan. But now, their fury boiled over.

Ignoring Stephen’s previous orders to hold back, the Lioncrest students moved ahead of schedule. Before Alan and his team could even reach the ancient ruins, the group had already stormed into the main streets of Kent Kingdom, blocking their path.

“You cursed bastard, Alan! Why won’t you just die?!”

Alan had barely turned the corner when a thunderous roar of rage rang out from the side, echoing like a cry from the depths of someone’s soul.

Then, without warning, a torrent of blazing fire magic surged toward him like a tidal wave of death.

Alan didn’t hesitate. In a heartbeat, he activated the Stone of the Sage, instantly evaporating the flames before they could get close.

Without pausing, he charged forward. His movement was so swift it surpassed the limits of the human eye.

The Lioncrest student who had ambushed him was still mid-casting, his spell incomplete. Before he could react, he saw a blur—like a shadow moving faster than wind—rushing straight at him.

“Wh—what the…”

That was all he managed to say.

A chilling sensation bloomed in his chest. He looked down and found that the space where his heart should be was empty—gone.

Alan had already moved on.

The first attacker’s body collapsed before anyone could register what had just happened.

Alan didn’t stop there. His speed surged once more, increasing beyond his previous limit.

The rest of the Lioncrest group stood frozen in shock, unable to respond in time. Alan had already summoned Lumen Sancta, and in a flash, the holy blade pierced another student’s heart from behind.

Two people dead in just seconds.

The overwhelming sense of fear quickly extinguished the earlier fire of rage in the hearts of the Lioncrest students.

Their faces turned pale. Their bodies trembled. One by one, they began stepping backward, their legs wobbling, clearly ready to flee.

But Alan wasn’t about to let a single one of them escape.

To him, anyone here—anyone affiliated with Lioncrest—was an enemy who didn’t deserve to leave alive.

“Stop!”

Just as Alan prepared to strike a third student, a thunderous voice cracked through the air like a lightning bolt.

Alan suddenly felt an immense mana pressure descend upon him—a powerful mana overpressure that wrapped around his entire body, slowing his movements.

“This oppressive mana… Is it tier-platinum?”

Alan slowly raised his head, eyes locking with the source of the voice.

Floating in the sky above him was an elderly man—his face gaunt, back hunched, and frame frail.

But despite his aged and sickly appearance, the sheer force of mana radiating from him was terrifying, like a wild beast barely restrained by its chains.

The elder glared down at Alan, venom in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word—

Alan moved.

He shot forward like a comet.

Wind and fire intertwined, condensing in an instant into a massive blade of elemental energy.

Elemental Light Sword Spell—Alan’s strongest move under normal conditions.

Had he not worried about the mental toll from using True Death Eyes, this old man would’ve already died a hundred times over.

The elder’s expression changed as he scrambled backward, unleashing his mana to retreat.

He hadn’t expected Alan to launch such an overwhelming attack without warning.

Even more terrifying, within the fusion of wind and fire that formed Alan’s elemental blade, he felt a pressure—a bizarre and unexplainable mana overpressure.

It didn’t feel like he was facing a tier-bronze opponent.

No, Alan gave off the aura of someone equal to or beyond tier-platinum!

“Hmph, trying to run?”

Alan didn’t miss a beat. He extended a tendril of mana, which lashed out like a whip and bound the old man tightly, linking them together.

Now, wherever the old man fled, Alan would be dragged along—saving him energy while keeping close pursuit.

The elder’s rage deepened.

This brat wasn’t just powerful—he was calm, calculating, and annoying clever.

“Arrogant fool! Don’t think I’m actually afraid of you!”

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!

The old man raised both arms and summoned the surrounding clouds into a dense wall of vapor in front of him.

He was a mage who specialized in the water element.

And in the sky, clouds were an endless resource—his most powerful weapon and defense.

So what if Alan’s attack was strong? Even if it rivaled tier-platinum, what could he possibly do?

The elder could endlessly rebuild the cloud wall in milliseconds. His defenses were, practically speaking, limitless.

He had turned defense into an artform.

“You really think a wall of clouds can stop me?” Alan sneered.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he gripped the hilt of his elemental blade with both hands and slashed downward.

At the point of contact, wind, fire, and now water collided violently. Water vapor exploded into steam, feeding the cloud wall rather than destroying it.

The elder let out a booming laugh. “It’s useless! That was your mistake—using fire magic against a water mage!”

“Even novice spellcasters know that fire is suppressed by water! You’ve just ensured your own failure!”

Alan didn’t respond. He said nothing. His eyes were focused. His mind, clear.

All his energy was channeled into the blade.

It was at that moment that a voice—Gayle’s voice—echoed in Alan’s memory.

“You can apply mana overpressure through your elemental spells, or like I showed you, compress your mana to the limit and release it all at once.”

“Adding overpressure doesn’t necessarily boost damage, but it dramatically suppresses your opponent’s ability to defend.”

“Mages don’t have many tools to resist physical attacks, but they usually have a strong defense against mana-based ones. That is… unless you use their own specialty against them. Suppress them with overpressure, and even the strongest mage’s mental defenses will crack.”

“That mental collapse… that’s what truly makes your attack lethal.”

Alan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

A second later, they snapped open.

“So that’s it… I finally understand how mana overpressure is truly meant to be used.”

With that, he let go of his elemental blade.

Instantly, the weapon vanished into thin air, dissipating without his mana supply.

The elder blinked in surprise, then laughed mockingly.

“Finally come to your senses, have you? You tier-bronze trash. Sit still and await your death like the insect you are.”

“No matter how hard you struggle, it’s meaningless. The gap between our strengths is like a bottomless chasm—impossible to cross. Know your place!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than several sharp, obsidian-colored spikes shot out from the wall of clouds, aimed straight at Alan.

Down below, Francis’ face went pale.

He was about to rush forward and help—but just then, Fort stepped in and blocked his path…