Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 562 - 118-Abandoning Humanity and Dignity to Grow Stronger

Just as Blanche reached out to take Isabella's small hand, ready to leave the secluded garden—

A group of figures suddenly appeared, surrounding the two of them in a tight circle.

Then, one of the shadows stepped forward, parting the crowd and revealing his face.

Blanche's eyes widened in shock.

The man who stood before her was Eisen—a name that echoed with power and fear.

The other prodigy of Lioncrest Academy, hailed alongside Beatrice as one of the strongest students of their generation.

Eisen's icy gaze swept over her with contempt. His voice was low and sharp.

"Where is Alan?"

Blanche swallowed hard and shook her head.

"Alan… he's not at the academy right now."

Eisen frowned, then said coldly,

"Then you can pay with your life in his place."

The moment those words fell from his lips—his figure vanished.

All that remained was the cracked ground beneath his feet, spiderweb fractures radiating outward from his last step.

Blanche's heart dropped.

She instinctively pushed Isabella behind her, shielding the child with her own body.

But that brief hesitation was all Eisen needed.

Boom!

His whip-like leg crashed into Blanche's abdomen, sending her flying dozens of meters through the air like a broken doll.

"Ugh… cough, cough…"

Blood spurted from Blanche's lips as she crumpled to the ground, trembling as she tried to rise.

That single kick had nearly cost her her life.

Still, she was grateful. At least the blow hadn't struck Isabella.

But as that thought crossed her mind, Blanche reached a hand behind her—

And touched… nothing.

Panic surged through her.

She turned around and saw that the girl was gone.

From somewhere nearby, the mocking voices of the Lioncrest students rang out.

"Boss Eisen, why bother with that woman? This little girl's Alan's sister, isn't she? If we capture her, he'll have to show himself!"

Eisen's face was a mask of cold indifference, like ice that had never known the sun.

Without a word, he flashed behind Isabella and seized her by the nape of the neck, lifting her into the air like a rag doll.

"Ugh… let… go…"

Isabella gasped and struggled, but in Eisen's grasp, she was utterly powerless.

It felt like a metal vice had clamped down on her throat, not a human hand.

The intense suffocation nearly caused her to black out.

"Put her down!"

Blanche, bloodied and battered, rushed forward once more.

She drew two daggers from her sleeves—each blade glinting coldly like the fangs of a viper.

If she could just get close… just catch him off guard… she might be able to take his life in a single strike.

But Eisen… was even more shameless than she expected.

Just as Blanche was about to strike, he shifted Isabella in front of him, using her as a living shield.

"You bastard!" Blanche screamed, trembling with fury. "She's just a child! Do you have no sense of humanity?!"

Eisen raised a brow, then asked flatly,

"Humanity? What's the use of that?"

"In the world of mages, morality is a liability. It only holds you back."

Then, with another vicious kick, he sent Blanche sprawling once again.

He stood over her, eyes void of sympathy, his voice cutting like a blade.

"I want to see Alan at Lioncrest Academy within the hour. If he doesn't show… he'll never see his sister alive again."

With every word, he pressed harder with his foot on Blanche's wounded body.

But Blanche didn't make a sound.

She bore the pain in silence, her teeth clenched, her fists trembling.

Eisen hoisted Isabella over his shoulder and turned to leave.

But Blanche, summoning the last of her strength, grabbed his ankle, refusing to let go.

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Doing this… does your Lioncrest Academy still have any dignity left?"

Eisen crouched beside her and gently patted her cheek as if consoling a child.

"You still don't get it?"

"Humanity. Dignity. These things only slow down your path to power."

"In this world, only the victor gets to speak of dignity."

"We at Lioncrest Academy have won—so we own that dignity."

"As for you… Sirius Academy?"

He sneered.

"You're the losers. You're the dogs groveling for scraps."

"You dare speak of dignity? You're not even qualified."

Blanche said nothing more.

Whether it was the pain or sheer despair, her voice was gone.

Eisen stood up again, flung Isabella over his shoulder, and delivered one final warning.

"Remember—one hour. If Alan doesn't show, start digging his sister's grave."

With that, he and the rest of the Lioncrest crew vanished into the distance.

Blanche collapsed, her consciousness fading.

But even in that state, she managed to draw a rune stone from her pouch and send a signal—an emergency alert to the rest of Sirius Academy.

Meanwhile, just outside the academy gates.

Only moments after Eisen and his group had left…

A familiar figure appeared.

Alan.

He removed his hat and sunglasses, then shrugged off the long coat he'd been using as a disguise.

All he wanted right now—was to see Isabella.

In the blink of an eye, Alan swept through the entirety of Sirius Academy, moving so fast that no one even noticed his presence.

But something felt off.

The academy was too quiet today.

And more importantly—Isabella was nowhere to be found.

He had searched every corner, every shadow, every room.

But she was gone.

Suddenly—

"Cough… cough cough…"

A bloodstained figure stumbled into view behind him.

It was Blanche.

She looked at him with exhausted eyes and said weakly,

"So… it really was you…"

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Alan turned, panic already overtaking him. He rushed forward and grabbed her shoulders.

"Where is she?! Where's my sister?!"

"W-Wait… let go…"

Alan's desperate shaking made Blanche cough up more blood.

After several seconds, she finally steadied herself and forced the words out:

"Isabella… was taken."

"What?!"

In that instant, Alan's mana exploded in a terrifying burst of power.

His breathing turned ragged.

Veins pulsed around his bloodshot eyes, red as flame, as if fury alone could tear the world apart.

Blanche lowered her gaze and sighed.

"It was Lioncrest Academy."

Alan froze.

Then—

Boom.

His aura surged to an almost demonic level.

Old grudges had not yet been settled. Now new ones had joined them.

And this time, the fury was personal.

He released Blanche, threw back his head, and let out a roar of unrestrained rage.

Then, without a word, he bolted for the gates of Sirius Academy.

Blanche, struggling to stand, called out after him.

"Wait! Don't rush in—at least talk to the Headmaster first!"

But Alan didn't hear her.

Or maybe he just didn't care.

He ran faster.

And faster.

Until his figure vanished like a phantom.