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

In the

Fire Field

, Yesar had successfully comprehended the rules and was quickly making his way toward the treasure's location.

To him, obtaining the treasure as soon as possible was essential.

In the

5 Fields

, the rules were everything.

These treasures were unique manifestations of the fields themselves, and obtaining them was the key to gaining the power to invade other realms.

Yesar already had a clear plan.

The

5 Fields

, based on the five elements, naturally adhered to the principles of elemental interaction and counteraction.

If he acquired the treasure in the

Fire Field

, his next target would be the

Wood Field

—fire's natural counter.

Even if he encountered resistance, he would have a clear advantage.

Being assigned to the

Fire Field
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was a stroke of luck for Yesar.

His expertise in light magic overlapped with fire magic, making this field the perfect match for him.

This affinity allowed him to grasp the rules of the field much faster.

As he advanced, Yesar easily dispatched the

fire-aligned spell beasts

along his path.

Yesar's combat style was distinct from that of other mages.

His physique was exceptionally robust, his muscles well-defined, and his weapon of choice was a massive

holy hammer

.

Every swing of the hammer emitted radiant holy light that burned through the surrounding spell beasts.

After comprehending the

Fire Field's

rules, even the radiant energy from Yesar's hammer began to take on faint fire attributes.

One by one, powerful spell beasts fell before him as he steadily approached the treasure's location.

…

Suddenly, Yesar stopped in his tracks and turned around.

He sensed an aura behind him, drawing closer.

"Is it the sixth person who entered the

Fire Field

with me?" he wondered. "Or… an invader?"

His mind raced as he tried to assess the situation. Soon, the figure came into view—a woman.

"Are you from Karea Academy or Dragonscale Bank?" Yesar asked first. He could tell she lacked the aura of necromancy or curses, ruling out the

Dark Empire

and

Cult of Calamity

.

As for the

Sanctuary of Extension

, their current generation was rumored to include a saint, who was male. That left only

Karea Academy

or

Dragonscale Bank

.

The woman smiled faintly. "With such strong holy energy, you must be the chosen one from the

Dawnlight Empire

. My name is Imora, chosen by

Dragonscale Bank

."

"Yesar, chosen of the

Dawnlight Empire

," he replied, a hint of delight in his voice. "It seems my luck isn't too bad! Since you're not from the

Dark Empire

or the

Cult of Calamity

, we can safely cooperate!"

Imora frowned slightly, then asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you know? In the

5 Fields

, each area is meant to have only one participant. Since we're both in the

Fire Field

, one of us must be the free agent. We can cooperate!" Yesar explained, assuming Imora was unfamiliar with the rules.

"You've only just grasped the rules here, haven't you?" Yesar added, noting the faint chill still lingering on Imora's aura. "This is the

Fire Field

. If we work together, it'll be the best choice for both of us!"

Yesar smiled warmly, exuding an air of reliability.

Imora, slightly dumbfounded by his enthusiasm, clarified, "I'm not from the

Fire Field

. I came from another field."

"Oh, I see! Smart move. If you partner with me, the remaining fields won't have treasures that counter your ice magic—"

"I'm here to

invade

!" Imora interrupted, rolling her eyes.

This man had completely misread the situation. She was here to invade, yet he thought she was here to cooperate?

Even the spectators didn't know how to react to Yesar's misplaced enthusiasm.

Why had the

Dawnlight Empire

chosen someone so naive as their representative? He showed no caution at all.

Back at the

Dawnlight Empire's

observation room, their officials were equally exasperated. They had repeatedly warned Yesar to be wary of other participants, and here he was, openly offering cooperation.

Fortunately, Imora seemed uninterested in trickery. She wasn't one to stoop to deceit.

Imora drew her longsword, her voice laced with killing intent.

"I came here to kill you, not to cooperate."

"Only the weak seek allies. This

Battle for Dominance

is for the strong. Only the strongest will survive and claim victory. Don't you understand that yet?"

With those words, Imora slashed her sword toward Yesar.

…

By now, Imora had fully adapted to the

Fire Field's

rules. As she launched her attack, her goal was clear: Yesar's arm.

She knew his massive hammer required immense strength. If she could disable one of his arms, the battle would be halfway won.

Clang!

Yesar's hammer intercepted Imora's blade, unleashing a massive energy shockwave. The surrounding rocks began to crack under the pressure, a testament to the intensity of their clash.

Though it seemed like a simple exchange of blows, both combatants were giving it their all.

"It seems cooperation isn't an option," Yesar muttered, but before he could finish, Imora's next strike came, forcing him to block again.

Realizing further talk was futile, Yesar focused all his attention on the fight, swinging his

holy hammer

with full force.

…

Their battle unfolded as a clash of extremes.

Imora's movements were fluid and agile, evading each of Yesar's heavy swings with grace. Even the fiery remnants of his hammer strikes were effortlessly dodged, leaving her unscathed.

Yesar's attacks, on the other hand, were a display of raw power. Each swing of his hammer roared with ferocity, shattering the ground into dust with every impact.

The spectators were riveted. Compared to Nora's earlier calculated precision, this duel of strength versus agility was far more exhilarating.

…

Daniel, however, lost interest quickly.

He had already predicted the outcome.

Though Yesar's attacks were undeniably powerful, they were meaningless if they couldn't land.

Every swing of his hammer drained his stamina further, while Imora continued to evade with ease. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before Imora secured the victory.

…

In the projection, Imora nimbly avoided Yesar's relentless strikes.

"Is that all you've got?" she suddenly taunted, her words ringing in Yesar's ears.

A moment later, he saw a flash of sword light—an icy gleam that seemed to envelop him completely.

…

Boom!

The clash triggered a massive explosion, shrouding the battlefield in smoke and dust.

"What happened?"

"Who won?"

"..."

The spectators leaned forward anxiously, eager for the dust to clear.

When the smoke finally dissipated, a glowing barrier appeared in the center of the battlefield.