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

Seeing that Francis wasn’t injured at all, Alan immediately understood—

This guy had just been pretending.

In reality, he wasn’t in any danger.

He had only shouted for help because he was tired of fighting and wanted an excuse to slack off.

Alan walked over to stand beside Fort, wearing an expression of deep seriousness as he looked at Francis.

“I can testify—the Headmaster did say that.

He also gave strict orders forbidding us from helping you.

You’re on your own now… good luck.”

“You old bastard… I @#$% you!”

Francis grumbled under his breath, muttering curses that weren’t hard to guess.

Meanwhile, the seductive woman had chased after him from the poisonous mist, a tense look on her face.

“You… why aren’t you affected at all?!” she asked in disbelief.

“My poison mist is supposed to be instantly fatal!”

“Instantly fatal?”

Francis turned his head back impatiently, waving her off like she was an annoying fly.

“I just didn’t touch it, that’s all.”

“What?!”

The woman’s eyes widened in shock.

Seeing her expression, Francis sighed and explained:

“Come on, big sis, you don’t really think I couldn’t tell, right?”

“Those so-called poisonous mists are actually swarms of tiny insects grouped together.

And that ‘black snake’ coiling around you isn’t a snake at all—

It’s just another colony of insects capable of changing shape and size freely.”

“Since they have physical forms, all I had to do was set up a floating gravity field around my body.

They can’t even get close to me.”

As he spoke, Francis activated his mana again, increasing the density of the gravitational field enveloping his body.

Instantly, the dark purple mist around him collapsed downward like a waterfall, spilling onto the ground.

The woman was dumbfounded.

She couldn’t comprehend how someone could manipulate gravity magic with such fine control!

And soon after—

She felt a tremendous weight pressing down from above.

Her body grew heavier and heavier.

Unable to resist the sudden shift in pressure, she dropped to one knee, trembling.

“You… what did you do to me?!” she cried.

Francis grinned mischievously.

“Nothing much.

Just a little extra pressure on your body.

For humans, it just makes you feel slightly heavier.

But for insects…”

Before he finished his sentence, Alan and Fort suddenly noticed—

The woman’s skin was beginning to rot and peel away.

It was as if countless invisible insects were gnawing away at her flesh!

“AHHHH! No! Stop!

I’m your master!

You can’t do this to me!”

Her shrill screams were far more desperate and horrifying than Francis’s earlier cries for help.

In the end—

She was devoured by the very creatures she had summoned, leaving nothing behind but a skeleton, crumpled pitifully on the ground.

Moments later, a plump, palm-sized mother insect crawled out from the woman’s cracked skull.

But under the influence of Francis’s gravity magic, the creature barely managed a few steps before collapsing, unable to move further.

Francis was about to increase the gravitational pull and crush the mother insect completely.

But Alan raised a hand to stop him.

Both Francis and Fort looked confused, but Alan stepped forward and carefully scooped up the grotesque creature, sticky green fluids still clinging to its underside.

“Ugh! What are you doing?!”

Francis recoiled dramatically, covering his nose and mouth in disgust.

Alan examined the mother insect closely for a moment before smiling faintly.

“This isn’t a living creature.

It’s more like a magical construct.

And it wasn’t made by that bounty hunter woman either.”

“If she had truly been its creator,” Alan continued,

“then when the swarm started devouring her, she could have simply canceled the magic and saved herself.”

“So what does that mean?”

Francis asked, even more confused.

Alan casually tossed the mother insect toward him.

“It means you just scored a huge prize.

Magical constructs are as valuable as magic artifacts.

You’re looking at an easy four or five million right there.”

“H-How much?!”

Francis nearly fainted.

Four or five million?!

Not four or five hundred?

He had never even seen that much money in his life!

Seeing Francis still frozen in shock, making no move to pick up the mother insect,

Alan carefully retrieved it again.

“Hey, you want it or not?

If not, I’ll keep it for myself.”

“I want it! Who said I didn’t?!”

Francis bolted forward like a madman, snatching the mother insect from Alan’s hands.

He then began lovingly stroking its shell—

Looking at it with affection, completely opposite to the disgust he showed earlier.

It was like he had turned into a completely different person!

“If bounty hunters come after you again, make sure to call us!”

Francis declared passionately.

“Brotherhood… it’s all in the heart!”

Alan instinctively replied,

“Of course, of course.”

But then he paused.

Hadn’t they just said something like this earlier too?

Before he could ponder it further, Fort’s voice called out urgently:

“Enough chatting! Get over here—quick!”

Alan and Francis snapped back to their senses and turned toward where Fort was pointing.

In the distance, the battle between Blanche and the white-haired frost mage was nearing its conclusion.

Blanche crouched low, twin daggers glinting coldly in her hands.

Her breathing was steady, her posture sharp and ready to strike again at any moment.

In stark contrast—

The white-haired mage was gasping for air, bloodied and battered, clearly at her limit.

Victory was inevitable.

Blanche glanced over at Alan and the others.

“Should I leave her alive for questioning?” she asked coolly.

Alan thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“No need.

They’re just bounty hunters doing a job.

Even if we ask, they won’t know anything useful.

Better to kill them and send a message to the others.”

“Got it,”

Blanche nodded firmly.

She gripped her daggers tighter and sprinted forward like a bolt of lightning.

Seeing her approach, the white-haired mage didn’t panic.

Instead, she began channeling frost magic again.

But rather than launching an attack—

She aimed it at herself.

Within seconds, a massive, crystalline ice cocoon formed around her, enclosing her completely.

Alan’s eyes widened in realization.

“Senior! Don’t get too close!” he shouted.

But Blanche was already mid-sprint, too committed to stop.

The two collided.

Everyone braced for Blanche to rebound off the solid ice barrier.

But to everyone’s shock—

It was the massive ice cocoon that went flying instead!

It was as if it weighed nothing at all.

The white-haired mage, encased in the ice, was hurled a great distance away.

Once far enough, she broke free of the ice shell and bolted, fleeing at top speed.

Only then did the others realize—

The white-haired mage hadn’t encased herself to defend.

She had used the ice as a means to escape!

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