Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 500 - 56-You’re Full of Sh*t!

This guy actually dared to attack someone here?!

Everyone was stunned, staring at Alan in disbelief.

Caesar, who had just been struck, was equally dumbfounded.

He really didn't give me any face? Didn't even give Hivrael mentor any face?!

Even Hivrael was momentarily shocked before anger flared in his eyes.

He was an admissions mentor—the one responsible for maintaining order here!

And yet, this Alan… had no respect for the rules?!

Caesar clutched his swollen cheek, glaring at Alan like a rabid dog. "You hit me! You actually dared to hit me?!"

Alan didn't even reply.

He simply stepped forward and slapped him again.

SMACK!

Caesar's other cheek swelled up instantly as he was sent flying once more.

The gathered young mages gasped in shock.

Not only did Alan dare to fight back, but the strength he displayed was terrifying!

Caesar was a late-stage Tier-Bronze mage, one of the stronger competitors here.

And yet, he had no chance to fight back!

Alan's strength completely crushed him!

"Enough!"

Hivrael's voice boomed as he glared at Alan.

A monumental pressure descended upon him, like an unshakable mountain ready to crush everything in its path.

Alan remained firm, speaking calmly. "Hivrael, if word gets out that you're targeting me like this, it won't be good for Lioncrest Academy's reputation."

Hivrael scoffed. "Targeting you? You think you're worth that much? I'm simply enforcing the rules. You haven't reached Tier-Bronze, which means you have no right to participate!"

He then glanced at the humiliated and beaten Caesar, his voice turning cold.

"Lioncrest Academy is a sacred institution. You think you can act violently here just because Duke Alice is an honorary mentor? Even she wouldn't tolerate your insolence!"

Meanwhile, Caesar lay on the ground, face burning with pain and shame.

Surrounded by judgmental stares, his fury erupted.

"You dared to hit me?! You're dead! You hear me? You're dead—"

Before he could finish, Alan appeared in front of him again.

This time, Caesar was ready.

His right fist clenched, and brilliant metal-element energy coiled around his arm like liquid steel.

BOOM!

He threw a furious punch, the force behind it enough to threaten even a peak Tier-Bronze mage.

A sharp metallic screech tore through the air, and the dazzling golden light made it almost impossible to keep one's eyes open.

But in response—

Alan simply raised his staff-sword and swung.

SLASH!

The sound of flesh being sliced open rang out.

Caesar's golden energy shattered instantly, replaced by a spray of blood.

The force of Alan's strike not only cut through Caesar's arm, but the sheer impact sent him rolling across the ground, screaming in agony.

His entire arm felt like it had been shattered.

Alan flicked his bloodstained blade, sending crimson droplets scattering across the ground.

Then he looked down coldly at Caesar, who was writhing in pain.

"Run your mouth again, and you die."

With the annoying pest taken care of, Alan turned his gaze back to Hivrael.

Hivrael snorted. "You dare to draw your weapon within Lioncrest Academy's domain? You think this place belongs to you? Even if Duke Alice were here, she would side with me!"

Then his expression darkened.

"Kill him."

The surrounding mages, already gathered in support of Hivrael, unleashed their magic at once.

Powerful waves of elemental energy surged through the air.

Alan stood his ground and spoke seriously.

"Hivrael mentor, it's true that I haven't reached Tier-Bronze yet. But you've seen my strength—I've already surpassed most Tier-Bronze mages."

Hivrael sneered. "And? That doesn't change the rules. You haven't reached Tier-Bronze, so you don't qualify."

Then his voice turned ruthless.

"According to the rules—anyone who disturbs academy order must be executed."

Two Tier-Gold mages lunged at Alan, their bodies radiating immense magical energy.

A violent windstorm erupted around them, and their killing intent locked onto him instantly.

Alan could feel their overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.

There was no turning back now.

His grip on his staff-sword tightened.

Fine. If this is how it is… let's fight.

His body tensed like a drawn bow, and in an instant, he launched himself toward the two Tier-Gold mages.

The next moment—

His blade ignited with a radiant glow, unleashing a terrifying Blade Spirit!

The energy wave exploded outward as his sword slashed.

The two mages, caught off guard, were instantly forced backward by the impact!

"What?!"

Gasps echoed throughout the crowd.

Alan just forced two Tier-Gold mages to retreat?!

Impossible!

Alan was only at Tier-Iron. There was a two-tier gap between him and his opponents.

Even Hivrael's expression finally shifted.

He had expected Caesar to lose—after all, Wilson had already lost to Alan.

But these were Tier-Gold mages!

They had been forced back by someone at Tier-Iron?!

It was unthinkable.

But the reality was undeniable—Alan was a monstrous talent.

No wonder Duke Alice had taken an interest in him.

For a brief moment, Hivrael hesitated.

Rejecting such a prodigy would be a massive loss for Lioncrest Academy—one that could even impact his own status as a mentor.

But at the same time…

If Alan was allowed into the academy, their grudge from today would not be forgotten.

Once Alan grew stronger, he would become a threat.

And now, with so many witnesses, there was no turning back.

Hivrael gritted his teeth.

He had already made his move.

There was no choice now—he had to kill Alan!

No matter how much of a genius he was.

After all, Lioncrest Academy was full of geniuses—

Alan would just be one less.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Hivrael, sweeping across the air and locking onto Alan.

Alan immediately felt his breathing become labored, as if a boulder had been placed on his chest.

Hivrael was arrogant, but he had the strength to back it up.

He was a mage above Tier-Gold!

Even if Alan went all out, he wouldn't be able to win this fight.

Without hesitation, Alan slashed his sword in rapid succession, unleashing razor-sharp arcs of light that shredded through Hivrael's oppressive aura.

Then—he turned and ran without looking back.

Hivrael sneered at Alan's retreating figure. "Now you're afraid? Too late!"

But then—everyone suddenly realized something strange.

Alan wasn't running down the mountain to escape.

Instead, after a few quick movements, he was heading straight for the Fourfold Elemental Array!

A stunned silence swept across the mountain peak, the mountainside, and even those watching from below.

Even Hivrael, who was about to attack again, was caught off guard.

Did he take the wrong path?

Before anyone could process what was happening, Alan took a determined step into the light array's domain.

As soon as he entered, the entire array trembled violently.

Four beams of light—red, blue, green, and brown—shot into the sky!

All of Lioncrest Academy's students turned their heads in shock.

"The Fourfold Light Pillars! Someone is challenging the Fourfold Elemental Array?!"

"That's insane! The Fourfold Elemental Array is impossible to pass! Could it be Duke Alice?"

"It can't be! There's been no word of Duke Alice planning to challenge the array!"

Curious students from all directions rushed toward the mountain summit.

At the same time, Hivrael stared at the glowing array, dumbfounded.

Alan wasn't actually running away—he was challenging the Fourfold Elemental Array?!

"Good, good, good! Now I don't even need to make a move. He's digging his own grave."

Up to this point, not a single person had ever passed this magic array.

Most challengers had died within it.

The Fourfold Elemental Array was guarded by four elemental spirits, each wielding the purest essence of their respective elements.

Even Tier-Gold mages had no chance of survival inside.

Even Hivrael himself wouldn't fare well if he entered!

This magic array demanded an extreme level of elemental comprehension and control.

When the first headmaster created this array, it was meant to select only the true prodigies—

The kind of prodigies the headmaster envisioned!

Now, as the four beams of elemental light soared into the sky, more and more people gathered.

Harris, along with Carter and Isabella, arrived just in time to see Alan stepping into the array.

Their faces paled.

Harris knew exactly how terrifying this magic array was.

Once inside, it was almost certain death!

Isabella, who was feeling much better after taking mental stabilizers, instinctively sensed the immense danger within the array.

She anxiously turned to Harris. "Head, you said this magic array was terrifying. My brother… will he…"

Harris struggled to find words of reassurance.

"He… he should be fine!"

But deep inside, he knew—

Even the strongest prodigies had perished in this array.

Alan was incredibly powerful, yes. He came from a strong background, yes.

But so had countless others who had died here.

Inside the array, the four elemental spirits—each resembling a construct of colored clay—slowly opened their eyes.

Four powerful elemental auras locked onto Alan instantly.

Alan's expression grew serious.

This wasn't how today was supposed to go.

All he had wanted was to enroll in Lioncrest Academy.

Instead, he had ended up in this ridiculous mess.

Fighting Hivrael was out of the question.

Not only was he too strong, but as a mentor, he had too much authority in the academy.

So Alan had only one option left—

The Fourfold Elemental Array.

If he passed the trial, he would become a direct disciple of the headmaster—

Which meant Hivrael would no longer have any authority over him.

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It was a gamble, but his only way forward.

As his mind raced, the four elemental spirits attacked.

They held no emotions, no killing intent, no hatred.

Only pure elemental mastery.

The fire spirit transformed into a flaming dragon, its maw opening wide—

WHOOSH!

A scorching dragon's breath spewed forth!

The air ignited instantly, and the fire's energy continued to draw in surrounding fire elements, growing stronger by the second.

The sheer heat distorted the air.

Gasps rang out.

"That fire spirit is terrifying! It's not just as strong as a Tier-Gold mage—it's actually manipulating ambient fire elements like a true magus!"

People turned to the other three spirits.

Each of them displayed the same terrifying level of elemental control.

"This isn't just four powerful mages… these things are equivalent to four full-fledged magi!"

"No wonder no one has ever passed this trial!"

"Even a Tier-Gold mage wouldn't stand a chance against just one of these spirits, let alone all four!"

Hivrael, watching the scene unfold, felt a rare wave of unease.

He had always known this magic array was difficult.

But seeing it activated in person, he realized—

This was beyond anything he had imagined.

Even he wouldn't last long in there.

And as for Alan?

Impossible. There was no way he could win.

Inside the array, the fire dragon's breath roared toward Alan.

But in that moment—

Something strange happened.

Instead of dodging, Alan suddenly felt something unusual.

A bizarre sensation flooded his mind—

Almost like his soul was tasting something delicious.

What… is this feeling?

Before he could fully process it, the fire breath collided with him.

Many onlookers turned away, unable to watch his gruesome death.

But then—

The fire didn't consume Alan.

Instead—

His staff-sword absorbed it.

A dazzling radiance burst from the blade, and a wave of heat pulsed through the air.

The other three elemental spirits attacked simultaneously—

And their elemental attacks, too, were absorbed by Alan's sword.

Alan blinked in shock.

What the hell?!

His mind raced as he instinctively contacted the black-robed woman within his consciousness.

"Why is my staff-sword absorbing elemental power?!"

The black-robed woman responded calmly.

"You practice the Hellscape Method. It allows you to absorb external elemental energy, as long as the opponent's mind power is weaker than yours."

Alan was still processing this revelation when—

Hivrael's furious voice cut through the air.

"You! What kind of trickery is this?! Explain yourself!"

Alan turned his gaze toward him, expression unreadable.

Then he sneered.

"You're full of sh*t."