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

After shaking off the Lioncrest Academy students, Alan headed straight for the train station outside the city.

The moment he arrived, he presented his prestigious diamond card, and from that point on, he received the best VIP treatment the station had to offer.

Many onlookers cast curious glances his way, wondering which noble family he belonged to.

Though Alan wasn't fond of drawing attention, skipping lines and checking into the finest deluxe room made him feel that revealing his diamond card had been a wise choice.

Because he was staying in a deluxe room, the view from the top of the train was spectacular.

After putting down his luggage, Alan walked to the edge of the rooftop plaza. Gazing out at the vast sky, feeling the grandeur of heaven and earth, he felt a rare sense of calm.

He had been training intensely at Sirius Academy for so long—taking a brief moment to relax wasn't a bad idea.

But just as he began enjoying the view, a familiar perfume scent drifted to his nose.

Turning his head, he saw a stunning woman in a flowing purple gown adorned with jewels, her ivory legs striding forward with grace and allure.

Her elegant figure and that faint perfume held a subtle, irresistible charm.

Many around the plaza were captivated, their faces lit with amazement.

But Alan merely glanced at her before frowning.

He knew her well—Audrey, the one who had caused him trouble at the banquet!

Audrey was undoubtedly beautiful and born of noble blood, but her pretentious demeanor left Alan with no fondness for her.

Compared to Alice, she was like heaven and earth.

Alan shook his head slightly and looked away.

He didn't know why she was here, but as long as she didn't come looking for trouble, he didn't care.

Of course, that was when Audrey walked over with a faint smile.

"Alan, what a coincidence. I didn't expect we'd run into each other here."

Alan ignored her and continued admiring the scenery outside the train.

The train towered high—almost as if it could touch the clouds. Mist swirled all around, painting a surreal scene.

Seeing that Alan didn't respond, Audrey's brow furrowed slightly, but she still pressed on.

"Alan, I heard you're with Sirius Academy now?"

Alan still said nothing.

Audrey bit her lip with a pitiful look. "Why are you being so cold? Don't tell me… you think I'm not worthy of talking to you anymore?"

Before she finished, the proud-looking youth beside her immediately glared at Alan.

"Miss Audrey is talking to you—are you deaf?!"

To him, speaking with Miss Audrey was a blessing earned over eight lifetimes. How dare Alan act so indifferent?

The moment Alan felt the young man's aura lock onto him, he understood what was happening—Audrey was up to her old tricks again, using her beauty to bait hot-blooded fools.

His expression turned cold as he stared at Audrey.

"You find this game fun, huh? Do you really think the world revolves around you?"

Audrey raised her chin, swanlike neck held high, gazing down at Alan with arrogance. Though she said nothing, her attitude made her answer clear.

Alan could only think—what a deranged woman.

He didn't even want to waste another breath.

He turned around and left without so much as a glance.

That, of course, infuriated Audrey. She hurried after him and huffed:

"In another year or so, it'll be the death duel between Sirius Academy and Lioncrest Academy. I'll be there in person—to watch you get crushed by the true top elites!"

Alan stopped, turned, and said,

"If there's something wrong with your brain, go see an apothecary. Don't wait until it shrinks."

Humiliated once again, Audrey stepped forward to block his path. But before she could speak, Alan's icy gaze froze her in place.

"You really think you're that attractive? Without your family name and that pretty face, do you think anyone would give you a second look? Attracting a bunch of flies isn't a sign of charm—it's pathetic."

"You think you could ever catch the attention of a truly powerful man?"

His words were like knives, stabbing deep into Audrey's heart.

She trembled, her breathing ragged, pale fingers shaking as she pointed at him.

"You… you…"

"What about me? If it weren't for House Chrysanthemum backing you, do you think you'd still be standing here, talking to me?"

With that, Alan didn't spare her another glance and left the plaza, returning to his deluxe room.

Audrey stood frozen, gripping her purple gown tightly, veins pulsing across her flawless forehead.

"Alan… one day, I'll make you kneel before me!"

The more domineering Alan was, the stronger Audrey's desire to conquer him grew. Harsh as his words were, in her mind, all men in the world were toys in her hands.

…

Back in his deluxe room, Alan immediately entered the realm of Hell.

He scanned the surroundings, but still didn't see the mysterious senior figure. That gave him a slight sense of unease, as if he'd lost some vital support.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset and sent his soul back into the massive grinding wheel of Hell.

Agonizing pain pierced his spirit—but it was gradually strengthening.

Before long, his soul light reformed. Alan found that his elemental affinity had deepened, and his mind power had grown more condensed.

Just as he was about to continue practicing the Light Sword spell, Hell trembled slightly again. A distorted, eerie smile surfaced on the ground.

The moment Alan saw it, his hair stood on end.

Fortunately, the grinning face disappeared in an instant.

But the wave of death it brought was so intense, it nearly suffocated him.

The monster from the second layer of Hell… was becoming bolder!

The seal!

He had to find the sealing item that the woman in black had mentioned!

Alan made up his mind.

He couldn't live every day under such looming fear.

After confirming that the face had vanished, Alan exhaled slowly and gripped his staff-sword tightly, beginning his [Blade Spirit] training.

His relentless strikes against the city wall earlier had greatly deepened his comprehension.

Though he hadn't studied any sword techniques, every move he made carried the essence of [Blade Spirit]—sharp and unmatched, as if capable of cutting through anything.

…

Time passed quickly. One day later—

The whistling train came to a halt.

Ironblood City!

Alan took a deep breath and stepped out of his room—only to see Audrey standing right outside.

She seemed to have been waiting for him.

"Alan, things between us are far from over!"

Alan rolled his eyes, utterly baffled by her, and immediately dashed toward the outskirts of Ironblood City.

Before leaving, Headmaster Gayle had given him a map, clearly marking the location of the secret realm.

And this time, Alan clearly sensed a change in the city.

The garrison had been replaced by elite troops. Not only had their numbers increased, but every soldier radiated a chilling battlefield aura—completely unlike the soft and lazy city guards from before.

Following the path, Alan soon entered a towering mountain.

The forest was lush. But as he ventured deeper, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from above!

Under that pressure, Alan could hardly move!

A powerful presence!

Just as his heart surged with caution, a cold voice rang out.

"Do you have proof of qualification?"

Without hesitation, Alan took out the scroll Alice had given him.

Instantly, the suffocating pressure vanished.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief and pressed on.

Soon, after crossing the mountain, he saw a lush green plain below. Scattered across the field were rusted weapons and bones weathered by wind and rain.

Suddenly, the staff-sword in Alan's body trembled, as if eager to burst free!

He quickly suppressed it and surveyed his surroundings cautiously—only to spot a familiar figure seated beneath a towering tree.

The Third Princess!

As Alan looked at her, she slowly opened her eyes and said softly:

"Come with me."