[{"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-563":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},1727965,2207,"Chapter 563 - Chapter119-The Ruthless Slaughter Before the Academy Gates","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-563",563,"\u003Cp>Blanche, panic rising in her chest, shakily pulled out another rune stone and sent an urgent message to the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she pushed her wounded body forward, forcing herself toward the front gates of Sirius Academy, desperate to catch up with Alan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the heart of the capital—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan stormed through the bustling streets like a wild tempest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He overturned vendor stalls, shattered stone walls, and even forcibly stopped several carriages, all without pause or apology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People screamed. Others hurled curses at him. But he didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only one goal: Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was blank, completely overtaken by a single, all-consuming fear—what if Isabella… was gone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could take the hatred, the attacks, the humiliation from Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could wait for his chance and return it a hundredfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if something happened to Isabella?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would drag the entire Lioncrest Academy to hell with him—even if it meant his own life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped from his lips as he bit down, hard, trying to ground himself in that rising sea of rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked audibly, veins bulging as his body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the vendors along the street began to recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was… was that Alan just now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It really was! What's he doing, running like a madman?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes followed his trail of destruction. At the end of the road stood the towering, iron-clad gates of Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My gods… is he headed there?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way… that's suicide!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop him! Someone stop him! He's still so young—he can't throw his life away like this!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the warnings, despite the gathering crowd of bystanders and well-meaning merchants, Alan raced forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within moments, he reached the front gates of Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—chained to a pillar beside the gate—was a small, trembling figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, iron chains bound her arms and legs, rattling loudly as she shook in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isabella!\" Alan shouted her name before he even realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl looked up, startled. Her eyes filled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… no… don't come any closer—it's a trap!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan froze for half a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then fresh blood leaked from the corner of his lips again as he exhaled slowly, suppressing the wrath boiling inside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within the academy, several Lioncrest students stepped through the gates, smirking as they faced him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You finally showed up…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before the words could fully leave the speaker's lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A razor-sharp blade of mana sliced across his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head tumbled to the ground, rolling several times before it finally stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one even saw the attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than a second—the boy was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasps of horror erupted from the onlookers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the crowd of nosy pedestrians who had chased Alan here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What's going on?! He just—he didn't even speak—he just killed that guy?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No hesitation, no questions… just decapitation?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey! You—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other Lioncrest students instantly drew their magic, their expressions turning grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alan didn't give them the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the Holy Sword Staff formed in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades of radiant light magic, cloaked in violent mana, burst forth and pierced straight through the students' defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could cast a single spell, several had already been run through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Alan stomped the ground hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A web of earth element surged from beneath his feet, intertwined with traces of metal element, rising up like chains to bind the students' legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A move he'd learned during his fierce duel with Duke Mogan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slash! Slash! Slash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blazing light swords carved through flesh and bone, reducing the trapped students to scorched, dismembered corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alan wasn't finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his hand, then slammed his palm against the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eerie, crystalline chime echoed around them, sharp and unnatural—like glass shattering inside the skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some Lioncrest students suddenly turned pale, panic flooding their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They reached toward the sky helplessly, their pupils dilating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, blood-red crystal blossoms burst from their chests—piercing through their skin like deadly art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the gore, the flowers bloomed—painting the massacre in elegant crimson beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream tore through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—did you see that?! Wind element… Earth… Metal… Light… Fire… and some strange crystal spell—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me… he's a Magus?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Magus?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was stunned into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Plantagenet Kingdom, there were countless mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Magus—those who could command all elements and create their own spells—were so rare that most believed them to be legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even across centuries, few had ever existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But rare did not mean unworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, among mages, the word Magus carried the weight of myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A title spoken only with reverence and longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many dreamed of reaching such heights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that dream remained forever unreachable for most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To command all elements? To shape raw mana freely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a feat few could even attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… before their eyes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true Magus had appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, it no longer mattered who supported Sirius or Lioncrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news of a Magus' emergence spread through the capital like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds flooded the streets, heading straight for Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Alan continued his one-man assault, cutting down the Lioncrest reinforcements as they arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them lasted more than a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A powerful male voice boomed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vice Headmaster Krom appeared, hands behind his back, face grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and barked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alan! Are you trying to get yourself killed?! You've trespassed on Lioncrest grounds and murdered our students!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Alan raised the Holy Sword Staff, pressing the blade to Krom's neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice hoarse and trembling with rage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get myself killed? Hmph. You think I care who dies today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've come to your academy as demanded. Bring out the one responsible. Or I'll kill every last one of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—Alan vanished from in front of Krom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, a Lioncrest student behind the vice headmaster fell limp—his chest punched through cleanly by Alan's fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He collapsed without even a gasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right under Krom's nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insult could not have been clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom's face twisted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fists clenched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His murderous intent spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as the standoff reached the brink of all-out war…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A female voice chuckled mockingly from beyond the academy gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh… Lioncrest Academy, truly shameless. You lure someone here with despicable tricks, then cry foul when he fights back?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You brand him reckless, violent, unrestrained—when you're the ones playing judge, jury, and executioner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How convenient. How typical.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1081,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","60a016190567fcb6c5011baf6a420fd854602e434b3d1eab002bacbbe9afe077","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-504","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-503",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]