[{"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-566":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},1727969,2207,"Chapter 566 122-Rematch with Krom","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-566",566,"\u003Cp>Unlike the chaos and screaming inside the academy, the crowd gathered outside to witness the battle was eerily silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shared the same bewildered question—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did Alan dare to do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of everyone, he had slain students from the illustrious Lioncrest Academy of the Imperial Capital, and not just any students—he had personally executed Eisen, the academy's brightest rising star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lioncrest Academy, once seen as untouchable, had been thoroughly humiliated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were trampled underfoot. And instead of stopping Alan, they had only managed to lose more lives to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that Lioncrest Academy was truly helpless against him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vice Headmaster Krom, having gathered the few remaining students, quickly led them away from Alan, as though afraid that any further provocation would ignite yet another massacre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eisen—one of the most powerful light-element mages the academy had cultivated with great effort—had died at Alan's hands, without even making a splash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had it come to this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Krom thought about it, the more his head throbbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deep within, a flicker of dread began to rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if it had been him facing Alan's holy flame light sword just now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he have survived?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Krom ran through multiple battle scenarios in his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to reach a chilling conclusion:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it were him, in a head-on clash with Alan's divine sword arts, the odds of survival were slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This brat… How did he grow so strong in such a short time? He's a monster!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom's eyes never left Alan. If he could, he would flay him alive on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a dangerous individual must not be allowed to live!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alan didn't even spare Krom a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked straight toward the stone pillar where Isabella was imprisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wave of his hand, the iron chains binding her dissolved into a pile of ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella looked utterly terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She curled up in Alan's arms, trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"B-Brother… I'm scared… so scared…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan gently patted her head. All traces of violence and coldness vanished from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he was just a warm and kind older brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm sorry, Isabella. I made you suffer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella shook her head, choking back tears as she hugged him tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't have to apologize, Brother. It wasn't your fault—it's those bad people's fault!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan lifted his head and cast a dangerous gaze toward the members of Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're right. It was their fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped into a low growl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, still carrying Isabella, he approached the blind noblewoman who had been watching the events unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss, could I trouble you to take care of my little sister for a while?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman gave a calm smile and knelt down, setting her parasol over Isabella's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go. I promise you—no one will lay a hand on this child while I'm here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan nodded heavily. Then, he turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a small hand tugged at the hem of his coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back to find Isabella staring up at him with tear-filled eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother… don't go. Please… I don't want you to get hurt.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan smiled reassuringly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's alright. I won't get hurt. And remember what I promised?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anyone dares to bully you…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll pay them back tenfold!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a furious shout rang out from the Lioncrest group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A student raised his staff, eyes bloodshot with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, grief and terror had driven him to the edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren't entirely spineless after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching so many of their classmates die in agony had finally ignited something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terror had morphed into fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You… you demon! Don't take one more step toward the academy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fireball, the size of a clenched fist, formed at the tip of his staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan smirked and stood up, slowly walking toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh? And if I do—what will you do about it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I—! I…!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alan drew closer, the student could no longer hold back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a desperate cry, he launched the fireball spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to everyone's shock, the fireball dissipated before it even reached Alan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It evaporated into harmless mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The student stood frozen, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment of hesitation, Alan appeared before him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand gripping the student's throat in a vice-like hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The student's face contorted with pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crushing pressure stole his breath, turning his face an ugly purple-black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want revenge?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Try again in your next life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a violent swing, Alan smashed him into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a cyclone surged in from the side, yanking the student from Alan's grasp and forcing Alan back several paces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan squinted against the debris, quickly clearing his eyes with a burst of water-element mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked toward the source of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Krom…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Vice Headmaster is finally stepping in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd stirred in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan summoned his holy sword staff once again and pointed it at Krom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You old dog… Only capable of sneak attacks, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom opened his mouth to reply—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alan suddenly vanished before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Left? No—right? Or above?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom spun in every direction, checking even overhead and behind himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath Krom cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny fissures spidered out in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the cracks, flaming holy swords erupted like bamboo after rain, lunging straight at his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strike was swift and perfectly concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom had no time to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, he conjured another cyclone, trapping both himself and Alan in its center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who was Alan fighting now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None other than Krom, one of Lioncrest's three vice headmasters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A peak tier-platinum powerhouse—nearing tier-diamond!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet even he…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was forced into using such a self-harming, all-consuming move just to protect himself?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watching felt like they were dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sandstorm summoned by Krom slowly began to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—two figures flew out in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan looked a bit disheveled, rolling across the ground several times before managing to stop himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom, by contrast, was unscathed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a speck of dust marred his robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward Alan, who was slowly rising from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cruel smirk curled on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the end… you're still just a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between tier-bronze and tier-platinum, lie two insurmountable chasms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There's no way you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Krom suddenly fell to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands clutched at his chest as blood poured from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression twisted in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held up a hand to examine the blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the cyclone he had created—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the wind and sand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless razor-thin metallic blades, no larger than grains of sand, had been hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had mixed with the dust, completely undetectable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, they were shredding him from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","abaa6cdc20541961ea1cb08f8365ffcda00743d6485f3bd141256d46a088e049","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-567","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-565",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]