Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 513 - 69-Krom’s Assassination Attempt

Out on a wide plain—

As Gunn and the blood-red doppelgänger lunged at Alan, he reacted instantly. Rather than retreat, he surged forward with incredible speed, his staff-sword glowing with dazzling brilliance. The powerful Blade Spirit erupted from his body, sharpening even the air itself.

Gunn and the crimson clone attacked from either side, like two killers working in perfect sync.

But Alan completely ignored the blood-shadow and charged straight at Gunn with a single, lethal strike.

Gunn met him head-on with his massive blood-forged blade, his expression growing darker by the second. The blood clone was a projection of Alan himself, holding peak tier-bronze power. Yet Alan treated it as nothing—this was pure suicide!

Or so Gunn thought.

Just as the blood-shadow readied its strike, a burst of razor-sharp wind blades exploded from around Alan, catching Gunn off guard. His body was instantly covered in bloody gashes!

The blood-shadow, fearless and under Gunn's control, ignored the wind blades and went for a trade of injury for injury. But hidden within those wind blades was searing fire, which ignited the clone in an instant!

The blood-shadow's form quickly withered under the blaze.

Already wounded, Gunn was hit by the backlash and spat blood as he was blown backward.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

At that moment, dozens of other Lioncrest Academy students finally arrived—and seeing their senior Gunn injured, they roared with fury and charged at Alan.

Fort snorted coldly and launched himself into battle. With every step, golden light burst around him, making his body heavier and the earth tremble beneath his feet.

Alan joined in as well.

He wasn't afraid of duels—and he wasn't afraid of brawls either.

Just then, Francis arrived, looking over the thirty-plus students.

"Can I start killing these guys too?" he asked.

Alan sneered. "So they get to try killing us, and we're just supposed to stand there? Hell no, hit 'em back twice as hard!"

The battlefield exploded in violence. The entire plain became a chaotic storm of magic. Craters tore through the earth as spells erupted.

Alan, Fort, and Francis were all incredibly strong.

But to be fair, so were the Lioncrest students—none of them were weaklings.

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Still, Alan's group slowly gained the upper hand.

In just a few dozen heartbeats, many of the Lioncrest mages were wounded or downed.

Just as Alan was about to strike down another enemy, Gunn suddenly reappeared, wielding his bloody blade to intercept Alan's sword.

His face was deadly serious now.

From their first clash, he had realized—no matter how many of them there were, they couldn't defeat Alan's team.

Alan wasn't just strong—he was a hidden master.

What shocked Gunn even more was Alan's precise control over elements and his extraordinary mental fortitude. Without such qualities, Gunn would never have dared push his blood-shadow so recklessly.

"Fall back! Leave them to me!" Gunn ordered after blocking Alan's sword.

"This time, we underestimated you. But there won't be a next time."

Without hesitation, he activated Bloodburn—his ultimate ability.

His body instantly shriveled, skin clinging tightly to bone, like a walking corpse. But in return, his power surged to near tier-gold levels.

The other Lioncrest students stared in shock.

Bloodburn!

Gunn's strongest conjuration spell.

He raised his hand, and three massive blood mirrors formed in front of Alan's group. From each one, a blood-clone emerged—one for each of them—radiating power just shy of tier-gold.

Gunn knew Alan's team was strong. That's why he went all-in.

"This ends here—one of us dies today!" he roared.

The blood-clones surged forward, launching devastating attacks.

Even Alan, Fort, and Francis began to show signs of injury under the onslaught. The clones were incredibly powerful—almost equal to the originals.

But Gunn had pushed himself too far. With his blood drained and life force expended, his body eventually gave out.

He collapsed like a desiccated husk—lifeless.

With Gunn's death, the blood projections vanished into thin air.

"Senior Gunn!!" the remaining Lioncrest students cried out. Their eyes turned bloodshot with rage.

"Kill them! Avenge Senior Gunn!"

Francis clutched a fresh wound on his chest and shook his head.

"They're acting like they're the victims. We were the ones attacked first!"

He looked over at Alan and Fort. They were both slightly wounded—but already healing at an unbelievable rate.

"What kind of monsters are they?" he muttered, mouth twitching.

Fort stared at Alan in disbelief.

He possessed the Sharp Metal Bloodline, known for its powerful body and incredible regeneration.

But Alan was clearly a magus.

Aren't magi supposed to be frail in body and powerful in mind?

Just then, a sharp whoosh split the air.

A massive figure descended onto the battlefield, bringing an overwhelming pressure with him.

Alan immediately recognized the man—it was Krom, Chief of the Lioncrest Academy Battle Department.

He'd been alarmed into action.

Which made sense, considering how many students had died. Lioncrest Academy couldn't just sit back.

Krom glared at Alan, veins bulging on his forehead.

"You think you can kill so many of our students and walk away unpunished?!"

Alan stared him down, fearless.

"Unpunished? Your academy's students can try to kill us whenever they want, but we can't fight back? What, is Sirius Academy out of mages now? Had to send an old fossil like you to do the dirty work?"

Krom snorted. "Don't think rules will protect you!"

"Today, you die!"

He raised a hand, and freezing mist burst from him, layers of mutated ice element rapidly expanding outward.

Alan winced as if stabbed by countless icy needles.

There was nowhere to hide.

But just then, a calm, icy voice rang out.

"Krom, have you lost your damn mind? You're a senior—attacking juniors?"

Gayle had arrived.

A tide of elemental energy erupted from him, sweeping away the cold in an instant and slamming into Krom's body.

Boom!

Krom was blasted backward, coughing blood.

He stared in utter shock.

He knew Gayle was strong—but this strong?

Gayle had taken him down in one blow.

Francis swallowed hard.

"Damn... This old gourd—our headmaster—is a real monster."

Even Alan was surprised.

Gayle usually stayed under the radar—but he'd just crushed Lioncrest's Battle Chief like swatting a fly.

"Sirius Academy still exists because I still draw breath," Gayle said coldly, staring down at the injured Krom.

"If you dare touch my students again, I promise not a single Lioncrest student will live to tell the tale."

"Try me. I don't care. They're just students. Kill one batch, I'll find another."

Alan, Fort, and Francis all glanced at each other.

This guy didn't act like any headmaster they'd ever seen.

Francis muttered, "He really needs someone to beat the arrogance out of him…"

Alan smirked. "You go first."

Francis immediately shook his head. "No way. I went first last time!"

Alan rolled his eyes. "Think about it. Gayle's on a whole different level. Even if we team up, we wouldn't last five seconds. We'd just be humiliating ourselves."

Francis sighed.

Untouchable.

Totally untouchable.

That old gourd was terrifying.

Then, Gayle glanced at them and said, "We're leaving."

Francis and Fort started to follow him.

But Alan suddenly called out, "Wait—we haven't looted the battlefield yet."

Everyone froze.

Then they watched as Alan casually strolled over to Gunn's dried-out corpse and began rifling through it, muttering,

"This guy was no pushover. He's bound to have some good stuff."

Francis and Fort stared, dumbfounded.

Francis couldn't help but comment, "Looting corpses in front of the Lioncrest Chief? That's not just heartless—it's downright low."

Alan shot him a look. "What, you think dignity puts food on the table?"

Francis was speechless.

Alan ignored him and grabbed all the gold coin pouches and staffs from the fallen students.

They were Lioncrest students—everything on them was high-grade. Easy to sell.

With both hands full, Alan looked over at the others.

"Hey, come help out!"

"No way. That's beneath me. I have standards," Francis scoffed.

Fort nodded. "I'm the top genius. This kind of grunt work is for underlings."

Alan sighed dramatically.

"Fine. You two are better than us lowlifes. But don't expect any grilled meat tonight."

The two of them groaned and reluctantly came over to help.

The remaining Lioncrest students stood there, frozen. Some tried to move, but the moment they remembered Alan's brutality, they froze mid-step.

"You better remember this!" Krom spat, face dark with rage. "I'll pay you back for this—ten times over!"

But with Gayle still present, he could only throw out threats and leave with the rest of the students in humiliation.

…

Meanwhile—

News of Alan slaying Lioncrest Academy students in the streets spread through the capital like wildfire.

"This Alan guy is insane. He killed Lioncrest students in public!"

"He just joined Sirius Academy and already caused this much chaos… Could this mean Sirius Academy is making a comeback?"

Everyone was talking.

Inside the royal palace of the Plantagenet Kingdom, a richly dressed middle-aged man read a secret letter. Amusement flickered in his eyes.

"According to the Third Prince's report, this Alan is the same boy who stood off against the Barton Kingdom in Ironblood City."

"To kill Lioncrest students in the street... his personality really is something else."

From the back of the throne room, a soft female voice chimed in—

"I've already completed the investigation on Alan."

"He's from House Roan, a minor noble family in the Northern District. Orphaned young, raised his sister alone. Made notable contributions in House Roan, but was discarded afterward. Now he's in the capital, trying to get treatment for his sister's illness."

"Oh? Tell me something I don't know," the man said with interest, turning to the voice.

A woman stepped forward—missing an arm, a blood-red scar marking her forehead like a bleeding wound.

"I have two pieces of information Your Majesty may find especially intriguing. First, Alice Duke holds Alan in very high regard. Second, Alan had a major conflict with the Church of Steam and Magic aboard the Charlie No.1 train—but emerged unscathed. The Church has kept the incident very quiet."

King Charles XXVI nodded.

"Why do you think Alice Duke values him so much?"

"I suspect it's related to Ironblood City—and more importantly, his talent. He's a magus. How many years has it been since the last magus appeared in the kingdom?"

"True. Alice Duke is a man of loyalty. His bond with his sister, his stand in Ironblood City... all of it points to a man of principle."

"Rare indeed in this age."

Charles sighed.

After a moment of silence, he carved several bold runes into a golden insignia.

On the back, the word Duke was inscribed.

"You're giving him the same treatment as Alice Duke?" the woman asked.

Charles XXVI nodded. Then he smiled.

"And you don't seem to oppose the idea."

"I trust Alice Duke's judgment," she said calmly. "Right now, he's the only one with a chance of stirring this stagnant capital."

"Good," Charles said. "Then I'll leave this Duke's Token in your care—deliver it to Alan."