Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 519 - 75-Disturbance in the Second Layer of Hell

Alan remained silent. He truly appreciated Alice's help and had already engraved it in his heart.

"You're not an ordinary person, but Alice is far from ordinary as well. Lioncrest Academy may be domineering, running roughshod over everyone in the Plantagenet Kingdom—but when it comes to Alice, all they have is reverence!"

Alan nodded slightly, looking at Headmaster Gayle's meaningful gaze. He smiled and said,

"Headmaster, are you worried that getting too close to her will get me burned?"

Gayle took a deep breath. "Alice is strong-willed and genuinely sincere, without much scheming in her. But her background runs deep, and she's incredibly outstanding. She's like a radiant rose that attracts countless bees."

"Anyone close to her could become a target of indiscriminate attacks. Before you possess absolute strength, staying away from her is in everyone's best interest."

Alan chuckled, "Alice has helped me a lot, but we're just friends."

Gayle raised an eyebrow. "Friends? Just friends? Even if that's true, do you really think others will see it that way?"

Alan clenched his fist, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"My relationship with Alice is none of their business. If anyone wants to meddle, I don't mind fighting them—to the very end."

Headmaster Gayle gave him a thumbs-up. "That's the passion of youth. It's a good mindset to have—but reality is harsh."

Alan coughed lightly and said, "Headmaster, isn't it a little early to be talking about this?"

Gayle shook his head. "If you truly have feelings for her, then no—it's not early at all. Because once you face the terrifying powers behind her, you might only feel absolute despair."

"No one can say what the future holds," Alan replied casually, though his hands clenched tighter without him realizing it.

Seeing this, Gayle didn't push further. Instead, he looked in the direction of Ironblood City.

"As long as you're clear in your heart, I'll say no more. But when you head to that secret realm near Ironblood City, keep your guard up. Lioncrest Academy's star students and the 'Dual Fangs of the Lioncrest' will likely be there too."

"They're already formidable, and they'll have numbers on their side. You won't be their match. If needed, run—don't force a fight. Also, the Barton Kingdom will be sending their top prodigies. Everyone knows they covet the Plantagenet Kingdom. If they spot a top-tier talent like you, they'll absolutely try to eliminate you."

"Other nearby kingdoms probably won't miss out on this secret realm either. It was created by a forbidden magus, after all. For the sake of opportunity, these geniuses will stop at nothing. In the end, only the living have the chance to become peak powerhouses."

"Though you've experienced quite a few battles in the Northern District, it's nothing compared to what's coming."

Alan nodded, deeply convinced.

His expression grew more serious. That secret realm left behind by a forbidden magus—he had to go. But he wouldn't be the only one; countless forces and elite talents would be eyeing the same opportunities.

The competition would be fierce.

"Oh right!" Headmaster Gayle smacked his forehead. "Almost forgot something important."

He turned to Alan. "Isabella's chronic condition is primarily caused by unstable fluctuations in her mind power. When you enter the secret realm, keep an eye out for soul-nourishing natural treasures. The flame I left in her body won't hold out much longer."

Alan nodded earnestly and said with gratitude, "Thank you for worrying about Isabella, Headmaster."

Gayle waved it off. "Just doing my duty."

"That secret realm is said to be located atop an ancient battlefield. If you can fully master your [Blade Spirit], it'll be of immense help."

Alan nodded. He had already realized the formidable power of [Blade Spirit]. It was his strongest trump card aside from his magus abilities.

He continued discussing a few [Blade Spirit] issues with Gayle, then returned to the city wall and resumed his training.

As Gayle watched Alan's departing figure, he nodded slightly in satisfaction. "Not bad. Steady mind, humble attitude, exceptional talent… Very promising."

Back at the city wall, Alan gripped his wooden sword tightly, continuously refining his [Blade Spirit], launching strikes against the barrier in front of him.

His attacks were fierce, but compared to the towering city wall that looked like a crouching beast, they were still insignificant.

So far, he had only managed to leave a few shallow cracks on the wall.

Still, compared to his initial progress, this was a big step forward.

Alan wasn't the only one training hard. Francis and Fort, who were also present, had not slacked off in the slightest.

The pressure from that star student had been overwhelming. They knew all too well that without significant improvement, they would meet a miserable end a year and a half from now.

Lioncrest Academy would show no mercy.

They were young and proud—none of them wanted to die.

With that in mind, Francis sprinted even faster, chased by the sabretooth tiger. At the same time, he tried to reverse his gravity element. Battling a tier-gold sabretooth tiger felt just like his previous encounter with that speedster—Aesop, the Windchaser!

In another area, Fort was gradually adapting to the chaotic currents in the pool. Holding his breath, he tried to go with the flow, finding leverage amid the chaos.

His body was already physically powerful. Now, by learning to harness the water's force, he began stabilizing his stance—and even started stirring up whirlpools in the water using the flow itself.

Time passed quickly.

It's unclear how long had gone by.

Suddenly, Alan—still at the city wall—opened his tightly shut eyes. His motionless right hand shot upward, and in that moment, it was as if his essence, energy, and spirit had become one.

He slashed out with his sword.

A sharp burst of sword light flew from the wooden blade. Unlike before, this time the sword aura was compressed into the size of a firefly.

Yet its speed far surpassed any previous strike—within an instant of leaving the blade, it struck the wall.

Boom!

The city wall exploded, leaving behind a sword mark several meters deep!

Staring at the aftermath, Alan's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this spontaneous idea to work so well!

If he could compress the [Blade Spirit] even further, its power might increase again!

Thinking this, Alan suddenly felt he might actually have talent as a magic swordsman!

But just as a trace of pride arose in his heart, his body was suddenly sent flying!

A red claw mark appeared on his once-rosy and excited face in the blink of an eye!

Boom!

With a deafening crash, Alan slammed into a massive tree, embedding into its trunk. His expression turned to one of shock.

That was because he recognized the aura behind the sudden attack—it was the eerie grinning face from the second layer of Hell!

He was all too familiar with that presence—it had once given him an intense sense of impending death!

But… wasn't it sealed in the second layer of Hell?

How could it attack him now!?

Alan's heart trembled. He quickly returned to Hell and looked down at the vortex beneath his feet.

Although it was covered in cracks, it hadn't collapsed yet. The eerie aura was still sealed below.

The creature from Hell's second layer hadn't escaped.

Only then did Alan breathe a sigh of relief and wipe away the sweat from his brow.

If that freakish thing had truly broken free, he would be dead without question.

Its power was simply terrifying!

Strength.

His strength still wasn't enough!

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A sense of urgency flared within Alan. That laughing monster from the second layer could already reach out through the seal—how much longer could Hell hold it back?

Without wasting a moment, Alan activated his will and left the scene.

Worrying wouldn't help. The only thing he could do now… was train faster.

And pray that Hell wasn't as fragile as it seemed—because he needed more time.