[{"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-525":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},1728024,2207,"Chapter 525 - Chapter81-The Eerie Castle, and the One Forgotten by Time","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-525",525,"\u003Cp>As the young man stepped forward, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly eased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He halted before the tightly shut gates of the ancient castle, then flicked his finger. A palm-sized dagger shot forward and struck the doors!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of splintering wood echoed through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-sealed gates of the castle burst apart into a storm of shattered wood, and a wave of rot and decay rushed out from within like a foul wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gates had opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's expression grew solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as their eyes locked on the ancient castle, the faint sound of rustling echoed from within. Then came a raspy voice that drifted out from the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, you've finally come…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, everyone present wore a look of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was this eerie voice referring to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've already arrived. Why hesitate to enter?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice continued, stirring an unsettling chill in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had this castle been here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was there still someone inside?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if that \"someone\" was truly human—what sort of terrifying being could have survived for so long?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn't human… then the mystery was even more disturbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, everyone froze in place, paralyzed with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, a figure began walking steadily toward the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Princess's heart skipped—because that person was Alan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why would Alan recklessly charge into the castle ahead of everyone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at that moment, Alan himself was deeply conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body seemed to move on its own, as if something within him had been awakened—something unforgettable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel an unusual emotional resonance…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that came from Nicolas, deep within the layers of Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through his long practice in Hell, some of Nicolas's aura had unknowingly imprinted itself upon him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though faint, it now stirred violently in response to the castle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, it took control of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the Third Princess pressed her hand firmly onto his shoulder did Alan snap out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the lingering trace of Nicolas's aura or the dragonfang staff he had absorbed into his weapon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan began to realize—they were all connected to Nicolas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow… related to the voice within this castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Alan halted, the young man in deerskin gloves stepped forward again, brushing his hair back with a casual hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then, since the elder has extended an invitation, I shall accept it,\" he declared, stepping toward the castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he moved, numerous dagger-sized swords spun around him, forming a sword-gale barrier to protect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap, tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His crisp footsteps echoed as he entered the castle—without any resistance or harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Alan, the Third Princess, and the others cautiously followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they stepped inside… they were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior of the castle was adorned with countless magnificent and intricate murals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murals depicted a confident young man wielding a staff, triumphing over his peers one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the murals progressed, the young man aged into maturity—and his foes transformed into monstrous, unimaginable creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the others watched the murals with confusion, Alan sensed something familiar—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from the aura and presence of the man in the paintings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicolas!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These murals depicted Nicolas—his journey of growth from youth to greatness!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murals chronicled his entire path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at the far end of this grand hall of murals stood a young woman in a white bridal gown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin was porcelain-white, her face warm and gentle like the girl next door. She held a paintbrush, slowly working on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her strokes were hesitant, lacking inspiration. She would paint and repaint—her current work nowhere near the vivid realism of the earlier murals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was rooted to the spot, not daring to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the woman's body radiated an aura of unimaginable danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if she could extinguish their lives with a single thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life and death lay entirely in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell utterly silent. Everyone secretly readied their strongest spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bride-like woman noticed their wariness and let out a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed toward a nearby side door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go. He left some things in there. He's dead now anyway—might as well let you have them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she finished, most of the mages quickly moved toward the side passage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her aura was simply too overwhelming—none of them dared remain here longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, they could feel powerful elemental energy emanating from the side chamber. Compared to this empty mural hall, there was clearly treasure waiting beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Princess was also eager to explore—but then she noticed that Alan hadn't moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not going?\" she asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan hesitated for a moment, then said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You go ahead. I'll stay.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Princess thought for a moment, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be careful.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, she eagerly rushed toward the side chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a surprised shout came from inside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tier-Diamond magic skill!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan's heart stirred. This place truly lived up to being the legacy of Nicolas's youth—there was plenty of treasure to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he stepped forward—toward the woman in the wedding dress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were questions in his heart that only she could answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alan approached, the woman visibly trembled. Her eyes glistened with what seemed like tears—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if she were seeing a long-lost loved one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, her trembling faded. She shook her head repeatedly, murmuring:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… it's not him. You're not him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan paused for a moment, then spoke gently to this woman of unknown age:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior… the one you speak of—is it Nicolas?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wistful light entered her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've been waiting here for him… He said he would return to see me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I waited and waited… and he never came back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, her long fingers twitched—and the staff-sword in Alan's hands flew into hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her nostalgic gaze deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That familiar aura… that familiar energy… This sword—it holds a trace of him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan didn't know what she meant by \"a trace of his spirit\"—but he didn't press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman soon sank into memory. Then she sighed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young man… do you have someone you love?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silhouette flickered across Alan's mind, but he remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you're sure it's her… then pursue her with all your heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't be like me—waiting through countless years, only to realize he would never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never, ever come back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan thought of Nicolas in the First Layer of Hell—already reduced to a skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman… truly would never see him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sometimes I wonder…\" she said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I'd chosen to leave with him that evening, as the sun set over this very place where we first met—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>would our story have ended differently?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed again, her gaze toward Alan growing more and more complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan gently offered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior, I believe… there must have been a part of Nicolas that regretted never seeing you one last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn't just idle comfort. The reaction of his staff-sword… the aura on his body…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had all led him into this castle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fleeting surge of emotion—Alan had sensed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so…?\" Her eyes reddened. \"But it doesn't matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn't matter now…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though I don't know what your relationship with him was, you carry his aura… and his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will you perform one last wedding for me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It would be my honor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman smiled, lifted her paintbrush—and inspiration surged within her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She painted Nicolas's likeness onto the wall. Then she drew blooming flowers across endless hills, filled the sky with clouds and evening light—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And painted a grand wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan stood there in awe. Under her brush, it felt as though the world around him had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything became so vivid, so real—he could hardly tell illusion from reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he was the priest, presiding, blessing, and bearing witness to a love story that had waited for eternity…\u003C\u002Fp>",1314,"2026-06-06T15:56:32.855Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e85398968810dee4fd61840a5b13cc7389d2f10d5918f763f2be12bf8da78dc","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-526","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-524",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]