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

All around Sirius Academy—beneath the dark clouds shrouding the skies and beyond—the uninvited guests watched quietly from the shadows.

Alan had every reason to believe that they were simply waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. Waiting for the elder of NK Kingdom and Stephen to eliminate Old Gayle, Daniel, and Emperor Denken—those final few powerhouses still standing in support of Sirius Academy.

Once those pillars fell, the others would no doubt swarm in, descending upon them like vultures, sweeping up Alan and his companions in one devastating attack.

“Fine then,” Alan said, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and sorrow. “If none of you are willing to leave… then stay and die with me!”

Francis let out a long sigh when he heard this. Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rune stone, beginning to mutter softly.

His voice wasn’t loud, but Alan still caught every word.

“My name is Francis. If you’re hearing this message, I’ve probably already died…”

“What are you doing?” Fort leaned in curiously, watching Francis fiddle with what appeared to be a rune stone with a recording function.

Francis rolled his eyes. “Idiot. I’m recording my last will and testament, obviously. I don’t want to die and leave nothing behind. I want the world to know that once, there was a mage named Francis who walked this earth!”

“Heh,” Fort chuckled, “as if that stone’s going to survive. It’s worthless. Those bastards will probably destroy it the second we’re dead. You’re wasting your time.”

“Scram, scram, scram!” Francis shoved Fort aside irritably. “Whether they destroy it or not is their business. Whether I leave it or not is mine! Not everyone is as thick-skinned as you! Don’t you care if your parents mourn your death without even a message?”

That line struck a nerve.

Fort’s expression darkened. After a long pause, he finally responded in a low voice, “…I don’t have parents.”

“What?” Francis was stunned. His face stiffened, and for a long while he didn’t say anything. Then, slowly, he walked up to Fort and gently patted his shoulder. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to…”

Fort smiled faintly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve been used to it for years. And besides, I might not have parents, but I have an amazing brother. He’s the lord of Mist Woods. When I was a kid, I used to run wild through that entire forest—and no one dared say a word.”

“You ass! Wasting my damn sympathy!” Francis groaned and gave Fort a hearty punch.

Unfortunately, Fort had the foresight to activate his sharp metal element body, and Francis only ended up injuring his own fist.

Despite the looming threat of death, the two goofballs still found time to joke around. Seeing them banter so lightheartedly lifted some of the weight from Alan’s heart.

But at that moment, a powerful burst of mana erupted in the distance.

Alan turned quickly—and saw Old Gayle and the NK Kingdom elder stagger backward dozens of meters. Clearly, they had just clashed in an intense exchange.

The old man sighed softly and looked up at Gayle. “So that’s why Sirius Academy—a school on the verge of collapse—has managed to stand tall in Plantagenet Kingdom’s capital all these years. It’s you, isn’t it? You’ve been carrying the academy on your back all along.”

He chuckled grimly. “That Stephen guy really is blind. I’ll bet—if you had just a few more people on your side, even a few outside reinforcements, you wouldn’t have ended up in such a pitiful state.”

Old Gayle instinctively reached into his coat for his silver flask. But after a moment’s hesitation, he put it back.

Instead, he turned to look down at the students gathered below—his students. He smiled faintly and asked, “Alan, Francis, Fort… Blanche. What does Sirius Academy mean to you?”

The four looked at one another. Then, in perfect unison, they shouted, “It’s our home!”

“Hahahaha!”

Gayle, still floating in midair, burst into loud laughter.

“That’s right! That’s it!” he bellowed, pointing at the elder. “You NK Kingdom lapdog. Maybe you don’t know this, but I’m not the only one keeping Sirius Academy going. It’s my family that keeps it alive—my students!”

“They may still be weak. Like fresh sprouts just breaking through the soil. But I believe… one day, each of them will grow into towering trees that shake the entire world!”

“You don’t like Sirius? Want to destroy us? Humiliate us? Bury us? Then come on! Bring it!”

“There’s no growth without storms! No strength without thunder! How can a sapling become sturdy if it never faces the wind? How can its leaves grow lush if it’s never threatened by lightning?”

“For the sake of my home… and my family—I’ll give everything I have!”

As he finished, Old Gayle’s skin suddenly began to shine with a blinding red light.

The brilliance was so intense that no one could keep their eyes open—no one except the NK Kingdom elder, who could just barely see through the glare.

But what shocked him even more was the fact that the light wasn’t coming from fire or light element magic. There wasn’t even a trace of mana flow.

Then where was this light coming from?

Suddenly, the elder looked up—and his expression changed drastically.

The blazing sun, once hidden behind the heavy clouds, had vanished. In its place was a pitch-black circular void, like a solar eclipse frozen in the sky.

At that very moment, a terrifying realization hit the elder.

“You bastard… you moved the sun into your body?! Are you trying to kill all of us?!”

Old Gayle’s voice rang out, strained and filled with pain. “Heh… with so many of you dying alongside me? Totally worth it.”

The red light pouring from him blazed even brighter. The surrounding temperature skyrocketed. Cracks spread rapidly across the ground like spiderwebs.

The once lush and verdant trees shriveled and turned yellow—on the verge of igniting in the suffocating heat.

And yet, there wasn’t a hint of mana coming from Old Gayle.

Because this wasn’t a spell.

This was something far more terrifying.

He was using the power of a Legendary Mage to rewrite reality itself.

He had summoned the brightest, most radiant star in the solar system—and devoured it into his own body.

Now, like a neutron star on the verge of collapse, he was pouring out his final light… and his final heat.

But then—darkness struck.

Across Old Gayle’s glowing red skin, black web-like cracks began to crawl outward.

Thick, pitch-black mist surged out, completely enveloping him and swallowing the brilliant red light.

“Dark Mage!”

Alan, who had once fought a Dark Mage face to face, immediately recognized the sinister, forbidden energy.

From within the darkness, a muffled groan escaped Old Gayle’s lips.

Moments later, the black mist scattered.

Old Gayle emerged, covered in blood. His skin had been flayed from head to toe, leaving him looking more like a skinned corpse than a man.

Unable to maintain his levitation, he wavered in the air before plummeting toward the ground like a severed kite string…

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