Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 518 - 74-Let Me Out, and I’ll Grant You Three Wishes

After feeling immense pressure, the three of them each resumed their intense training following a brief recovery.

Francis continued refining his gravity element, while Fort honed his physical body in the dark undercurrents.

When Alan returned to the massive, fortified wall, he didn't launch an attack immediately. Instead, he began attempting to condense his [Blade Spirit].

Pierce a surface from a single point.

This was a lesson Alan had learned during his battle with Borg.

Moreover, after breaking through to tier-bronze, both the vastness and purity of his elemental mana had reached a new level, as had his control over the elements.

He could now attempt more refined control over the [Blade Spirit].

After all, Alan was still a magus.

The strength of his mind power gave him a tremendous edge, even when utilizing techniques outside the typical magus path.

After several attempts, Alan suddenly gripped his wooden sword tightly and unleashed another slash.

This time, the blade light that flew from the sword was nearly half the size of the previous ones, yet its power had multiplied several times over!

Upon striking the wall, it immediately carved a thumb-deep groove into the surface.

Something he had never been able to achieve before!

This approach worked!

Encouraged, Alan continued refining his technique.

The feeling of steadily growing stronger thrilled him.

After all, most mages didn't experience such earth-shattering change after advancing a tier!

Before long, a thought occurred to Alan, and he glanced toward the longsword staff at his waist.

After absorbing the dragonfang staff, the quality of the longsword staff had visibly improved. The blade's surface now bore the faint image of a snarling dragon, radiating a subtle dragon aura.

According to the black-robed woman, his newly reforged mana core was the staff.

The stronger the staff, the greater his advantage.

His strength and combat power would increase exponentially.

He had managed to break through precisely because, after absorbing the dragonfang staff, his longsword staff had advanced to tier-bronze, allowing his tier to rise accordingly.

With that in mind, Alan descended once again into Hell and looked up at the three unique staves that sealed the infernal realm.

If he could absorb even one of these seemingly heaven-defying staves, it would undoubtedly bring unimaginable growth!

Unfortunately, he wasn't strong enough yet. If he could reach tier-gold and fly using elemental power, perhaps then he could get a closer look at these mysterious staves.

Just as Alan was sighing with regret, the entire hellscape began to quake violently.

Startled, Alan called out, "Senior?!"

But the black-robed woman neither appeared nor replied.

Looking down, he heard deafening banging sounds rising from below.

It seemed that some massive creature was crashing against the seal, trying to break free from the lower layer of Hell!

Even the eerie black vortex of Hell began to fracture with a dense pattern of cracks, like fish scales!

No way… Could the creature sealed in the lower layer be breaking out?!

This was bad!

Alan's heart tightened, sweat beading on his forehead.

This was Hell, after all!

Every being here was a vicious and terrifying monstrosity.

The ones sealed even deeper were undoubtedly worse—ferocious, horrifying, with seething resentment after all this time.

If it learned that he was Hell's new warden, it would probably rip him apart on the spot!

Growing increasingly uneasy, Alan tried again: "Senior?!"

But the dark, empty Hell remained silent. Only the ever-growing tremors and rumblings echoed through the abyss.

"This won't do—I can't stay here any longer!"

Alan immediately resolved to leave this powder-keg of a place.

But just then, the shaking stopped.

The cracks on the vortex also ceased spreading, and everything calmed once more.

Alan took a breath and called again, "Senior?"

Still no answer.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted—because he saw something.

Amid the fractured vortex, a palm-sized piece of skin slowly floated upward.

What was that…

Alan held his breath and stared carefully.

A clown face was imprinted on the scrap of skin.

And at that moment, under Alan's gaze, the clown's mouth curved into a strange grin.

"Let me out. I can grant you three wishes."

"Let me out. I can grant you three wishes."

The face kept repeating the line.

Its voice carried an eerie, seductive power that made one's mind feel unnaturally elated.

But Alan didn't believe this thing sealed in Hell's depths was anything like a wish-granting genie.

So he coughed lightly and cautiously said,

"I… I can't really help with that right now. Maybe later?"

The clown's smile stiffened for a second but quickly resumed, whispering again:

"Let me out, and I'll give you endless mana, infinite wealth, and the power to control all things!"

Alan replied, "Er… I think I'll pass. I'm actually pretty happy with life right now."

This second rejection caused the smile to vanish completely. The face contorted with fury, and the skin scrap began to glow with an eerie dark green light, as if ignited by rage.

A terrifying shockwave erupted from it, blasting Alan off his feet. His chest thudded with dull pain, his entire body numb and aching as if struck by a hammer!

RUMBLE—!

The hellish realm, which had just calmed down, shook violently again. The world spun. A surge of malevolent, corrupted energy poured out of the crack, rushing straight toward Alan!

But just then, the three staves suppressing Hell lightly trembled, radiating dazzling light.

The evil energy rising from the abyss immediately dissolved like blood in boiling water, vanishing without a trace.

The tremors in Hell also gradually subsided.

Alan steadied his mind and exited Hell, finally relaxing a little.

That encounter had been terrifying beyond words!

Had it not been for the three suppressing staves, he was sure he'd be dead already!

"I have to find the seal that senior mentioned—quickly!"

If even the second layer of Hell was this horrifying, what unspeakable horrors awaited deeper down?

Alan couldn't even imagine.

Should those monsters break free, he wouldn't stand a chance. Just seeing one might be enough to make him explode on the spot!

After composing himself, Alan spotted Isabella walking over.

"Brother, are you okay? I got you a healing potion!" she said, her face full of concern as she handed him the vial.

Alan smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine. In fact, this ended up being a blessing in disguise—I've broken through to tier-bronze!"

Though Isabella wasn't a mage, she could still sense the new pressure Alan exuded. It was clearly stronger than before.

"Wow! Brother, you're amazing!" she beamed, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Just then, Headmaster Gayle walked up from the distance.

"Alan, come with me," he said, turning to walk off.

"Go on, Brother! I'll make dinner for you two!" Isabella called out sweetly, waving as she headed back to the valley.

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Alan took a deep breath and followed.

"You did well today," Gayle said. "But Lioncrest Academy won't let this go. Right now, public opinion in the imperial capital is against them—they've suffered two defeats already."

"If they come after you a third time, I doubt they'll show any mercy. Lioncrest Academy cares a lot about its reputation."

"That means your next opponents could very well be the Empire's Twin Pillars."

"Within Sirius Academy's domain, they won't dare make a move. But outside… things may be different."

Gayle's voice was serious.

Alan's breath grew heavy.

Then Gayle seemed to remember something and added, "If I recall correctly, you'll be heading to Ironblood City in half a month, right? To enter the secret realm created by that forbidden magus?"

Alan looked up and nodded.

Gayle continued, "That magus's secret realm is extremely rare. Very few have the qualifications to enter. From what I know, maybe only two or three others besides you. The fact that Duke Alice gave you the entry means she truly values you."