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

As soon as Alan finished speaking, Francis suddenly reached out and yanked him back.

“Are you out of your mind, big bro?! That’s the Vice Headmaster! The Vice Headmaster, for heaven’s sake!”

Although Fort and Blanche didn’t react as dramatically, they were still visibly stunned.

No matter how strong Alan had become, he was still just a student. Krom, on the other hand, had served as the Vice Headmaster of Lioncrest Academy for over a decade. The difference in their status and combat experience was immense. What on earth had possessed Alan to utter such a mad challenge?

While his companions were dumbfounded, Krom—the one being challenged—was caught in a serious dilemma.

Whether he accepted the duel and won or lost, the outcome would be unfavorable.

If he won, it would be seen as bullying—Krom, a senior, defeating a student. People would say Lioncrest Academy only knew how to crush the rising generation with seniority and authority.

If he lost, the consequences would be catastrophic. Lioncrest’s century-old reputation would be shattered. Worse, the public might begin to question the academy’s entire educational philosophy, claiming it was flawed and fraudulent.

But that wasn’t even what worried him the most.

What truly frightened Krom was the rumor he’d heard: that back in the Kent Kingdom, Alan had personally killed a professor-level powerhouse from Lioncrest Academy.

According to the students who had managed to escape, that old professor didn’t even survive a single blow.

That, more than anything, was what made Krom hesitate now.

Victory or defeat was one thing—but if he lost his life in the duel, that would be a shame far beyond recovery.

As Krom continued to hesitate, frowning deeply, Alan knew his trap had worked.

This was a classic tactic—forcing the enemy into a dilemma where neither advancing nor retreating was a good choice.

But he wasn’t finished yet.

He needed one final push to tip Lioncrest Academy off the edge.

At that moment, Alan suddenly reabsorbed Lumen Sancta into his body. He planted his hands on his hips and cast a scornful gaze at Krom.

“I get it now,” he said mockingly. “So this massive Lioncrest Academy… doesn’t have a single person with guts? Or is your entire curriculum based on how to run away, beg your enemies for mercy, and grovel in order to survive?”

“HAHAHAHA!”

The crowd behind him burst into laughter.

A Vice Headmaster—an exalted figure—was now being mocked to his face by a student. Not just any student, but a former Lioncrest student who had been expelled no less.

It was a disgrace. An utter annihilation of dignity.

Soon enough, taunts like “coward,” “gutless,” and “spineless wimp” began to echo throughout Lioncrest Academy’s grounds and beyond.

Krom looked like he was about to explode.

His face had turned purple-red with fury. His body trembled as rage surged through him.

He opened his mouth to retort, but Alan shut him down immediately.

“Cut the crap! You’re a Vice Headmaster, and you don’t even have the balls to accept my challenge? You’re a coward, plain and simple! Even the youngest children in the capital know this: when someone insults you, when someone tries to crush you, you fight back with everything you’ve got!”

“And you? Hiding. Hesitating. Lacking even the courage to face your opponent head-on. Pathetic doesn’t even begin to describe it!”

Alan’s relentless verbal assault finally ignited something deep inside Krom—something primal.

All pretense of reason and strategy evaporated. He no longer cared about public perception, consequences, or grand plans.

He just wanted to kill Alan.

“Fine! Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant you your wish!”

Just as Krom was about to lash out and teach Alan a painful lesson—

A figure silently appeared behind him and clamped a firm hand down on his shoulder.

Krom turned, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Standing behind him… was none other than Stephen, the Headmaster of Lioncrest Academy.

“Headmaster… I…”

All the flames of fury inside Krom were instantly doused. Fear took their place.

Stephen shot him a fierce glare but said nothing. He turned his attention to Alan instead, eyes narrowing.

“So,” he sneered, “this is what you’ve learned at Sirius these past few days? To bark like a mad dog outside other people’s doors? Gayle is truly useless. The kingdom entrusted him with training mages, and he churns out lunatics instead.”

Alan, instead of getting angry, simply smiled.

“Yeah, I’m a mad dog. You got that right. But you know what draws all the mad dogs together? Something everyone despises—something filthy, like shit!”

“You!”

Stephen’s face twisted in fury.

“All you know is how to run your mouth! Alan, if it’s a life-or-death duel you want, then come and get it! Lioncrest Academy has no shortage of elite students. If you want to lose your misera—”

Stephen didn’t even get to finish his threat before Alan waved him off impatiently.

“Enough already. What’s the point of all this grandstanding? You’ve been talking for ages, and not once have you sent out even a single student to accept my challenge. Ugh… So boring. This is all just so painfully dull.”

With that, Alan turned around and gestured to his companions.

“Let’s go. There’s nothing more to say to these senile cowards. If the faculty are spineless, you can bet the students they teach are even more gutless and brainless.”

Francis, ever quick on the uptake, immediately followed with a biting remark.

“Exactly! There’s an old saying—’a cowardly soldier brings down the whole army.’ Or how about this: ‘a crooked beam leads to a crooked house!’ If these two old geezers don’t even have the courage to face us youngsters, then it’s no wonder their students probably wet themselves just seeing our faces!”

With that brutal insult, the group from Sirius Academy left without so much as a backward glance.

Stephen remained standing there, his expression so dark it seemed capable of swallowing light.

He couldn’t understand.

Alan had marched up to Lioncrest Academy in full view of the public and hurled insults left and right—clearly he was here to settle the score over what had happened at the ancient ruin.

And yet… that was it?

No battle? No fight? Just some verbal sparring and then he left?

That wasn’t Alan’s usual style at all.

The more Stephen thought about it, the more unsettled he felt.

He had even devised a perfect plan:

Wait for Alan to make the first move, then retaliate with full force and strike him down in front of everyone. That way, no one—not even the royal family—could say a word against him. After all, Alan would’ve provoked him first.

The entire city bore witness.

And yet… Alan didn’t take the bait.

He didn’t act recklessly. He didn’t make the first move.

This left Stephen—and Krom—strangely uncomfortable.

“This kid’s playing us…”

That was the only conclusion Stephen could draw.

And it shook him.

He had always assumed Alan was one of those hot-blooded youths—impulsive, aggressive, easily provoked.

Those were the easiest types to deal with.

But recent encounters had given him a new impression.

Alan wasn’t reckless at all.

He was a planner—calculated, shrewd, and always one step ahead.

And that…

That made him the most troublesome kind of genius imaginable.

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