[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped":3,"chapter-imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-516":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1727997,2207,"Chapter 516 - Chapter72-Ambush! Lioncrest Academy’s Underhanded Move","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-516",516,"\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the valley, the gathered students from Lioncrest Academy, who had been waiting for Alan and the others, were starting to grow impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I bet they're too scared to come out now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard they've been stocking up on supplies. At this rate, we're just wasting our time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly. When are we finally going to avenge Senior Gunn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students began chattering among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes gradually shifted toward the very front of the group, where a slim young man stood, leaning on a staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Borg, one of the five prodigies of the External Affairs Department—and the leader of this revenge mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the murmurs behind him, Borg narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, walking toward the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had run out of patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This disgrace had to be washed away—with the blood of Alan and his companions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, move out. If they won't come to us, then we'll go to them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the other students immediately followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't underestimate Alan's group. They're not as weak as you think. This time, we're wiping them out for good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They caught Senior Gunn off guard last time. But this time, we're ready.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They won't get another chance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they entered the valley, Isabella saw them from afar. Her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed off to find Gayle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she found him, Gayle simply gave her a reassuring look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Borg and his group arrived, spotting Gayle inside the grand hall. Borg called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am Borg, here to challenge the students of Sirius Academy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This match will determine not just superiority—but life and death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lioncrest Academy's reputation had been tarnished, and they intended to reclaim it through Alan and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well. Go ahead,\" Gayle replied calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borg exhaled in relief—then charged forward with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, they would avenge Gunn and restore Lioncrest Academy's honor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Headmaster Gayle, they all seem really strong… I think my brother might be in danger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gayle gently reassured her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your brother and the others are not ordinary. They're not weaker than those students.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay here with me. They… will be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella nodded obediently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't go up the mountain—she knew she wouldn't be any help to her brother and might even become a distraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting here was the best option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I'll prepare some healing potions for them,\" she said with a sigh before returning to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after she left, a strange figure appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly man with white hair, clad in a silver robe, holding a staff—stepped into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was solemn, almost divine in his cold demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his arrival, the very air seemed to grow brighter and heavier, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was none other than Stephen, Headmaster of Lioncrest Academy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the most powerful mage in all of the Plantagenet Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the disheveled, drunken Gayle and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's been a while. You haven't changed much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You, on the other hand, seem even more authoritative.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you cling so stubbornly to this? One Lioncrest Academy is more than enough for the kingdom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gayle replied coolly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isn't that what you wanted? The number one academy in Plantagenet Kingdom—you certainly have the title.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stephen continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You shouldn't place your hopes on those three. No matter what you do, it'll all be for nothing. They'll only become proof of your failure—corpses lying at your feet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gayle didn't argue. He simply said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time will tell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stubborn fool. Then one year from now, we'll see who's right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atop the mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan suddenly paused his wooden sword training, sensing something. He looked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the approaching Lioncrest Academy students, his expression turned surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis and Fort sensed the disturbance too and quickly gathered near Alan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That shorty just let you stroll up here?\" Fort asked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borg replied calmly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We're all students, even if from rival academies. A year and a half from now, we'll be enemies in a life-and-death battle. There's no reason he would refuse an early match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan understood now—Headmaster Gayle had let them in intentionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, they were touchstones, tests for Alan's group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Alan didn't know the full story of the long-standing feud between the two academies, he was a student of Sirius Academy now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that meant choosing a side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no personal grudges against these opponents, but for his own survival and gain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he would have to fight them with everything he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want it said that Lioncrest Academy used dirty tactics. Three vs. three—a life-or-death duel!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan exchanged glances with Francis and Fort. They stood firmly by his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Borg, two other students stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One held a black staff, his skin dark and rugged like forged iron, radiating a fierce, battle-hardened aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was wreathed in wind element, light and swift like a soaring bird.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them, Alan's heart sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel a venomous danger from them—like staring into the eyes of snakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were just as deep and unfathomable as Borg himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, their specialties mirrored those of Francis and Fort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear—Lioncrest Academy was taking this seriously. They hadn't sent in average students for Alan's group to gain fame—they sent killers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These guys aren't pushovers,\" Francis and Fort muttered, their expressions turning grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the dark-skinned young man stepped forward and fixed his gaze on Fort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heard you're pretty talented. Let's see how long you can last against me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was cocky, with arrogance etched into his bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I just hope you're still that smug when you're face-down in the dirt,\" Fort scoffed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep dreaming. Remember my name—Bolt. It'll be the one to send you to hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from him—like a flood of iron crushing the earth beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier: Gold Mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the pressure, Fort's face turned grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reach Gold Tier at such a young age…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lioncrest Academy truly lived up to its reputation, drawing in the top talents of the Plantagenet Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In many remote regions, a single Gold Mage could dominate an entire territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Fort, often praised as the kingdom's number one prodigy, felt immense pressure now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the wind-shrouded youth looked at Francis with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A rare gravity element… interesting. You're worth fighting—but your tier's too low.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think you're better than me? I fought Duke Alice and lived to tell the tale.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seemed to catch the wind mage's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling breeze spread out, cutting like invisible blades in the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cold and relentless as winter itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Gold Mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis's eyelids twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell—how are Gold Mages this common? Are they handing them out like cabbages?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But having already talked big, Francis straightened up and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't fight nameless nobodies. Who are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They call me the Windchaser—Aesop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis bared his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. After today, they'll be calling you Aesop the Floor Hugger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Francis faced off against Aesop, and Fort against Bolt, Alan shifted his gaze away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two from Lioncrest were strong, not just in tier but experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis and Fort were outmatched in raw tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And given their elite background, these two likely had no weaknesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis and Fort were in real danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still worried about them?\" came Borg's voice, sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Better worry about yourself—and treasure your final moments.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Borg unleashed a dominating Gold-tier pressure of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Lioncrest Academy had sent its elite, giving Alan's team no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, all three duels were on the verge of exploding into battle!\u003C\u002Fp>",1273,"2026-06-06T15:56:32.855Z",1,"novelbin.me","f04f64c1acdae30487910e2bcae0f4f6e083f2adcaf2f7e77f7fcf5b91056e1f","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-583","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-582",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]