[{"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-583":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},1727998,2207,"Chapter 583 - Chapter139-The Visitors Mean Trouble","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-583",583,"\u003Cp>Alan let out a helpless chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still vividly remember the bone-chilling cold that had emanated from his sister's body whenever her illness flared up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kind of cold wasn't something any ordinary person could endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet Isabella, at such a young age, had already endured it so many times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't hard to imagine that her body's natural defense mechanisms had altered her perception over time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—to the point where she had started crafting comforting fantasies for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan crouched down so he was level with her and gently rubbed her delicate cheeks with his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that's really the case,\" he said softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"then maybe that invisible, untouchable God of Frost is merely testing you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I've heard,\" he continued, weaving a story to comfort her,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"that many deities from the churches often test the purest of their believers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once they pass the trials, they receive powerful blessings in return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was well aware that such words wouldn't truly help Isabella's condition—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—in fact, he was almost certainly exaggerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it could bring a little happiness to his sister, Alan wouldn't hesitate to make up an entire church doctrine on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling her brother's warmth and care, Isabella didn't argue any further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply buried her head deeper into Alan's chest, nuzzling against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silent night, a boy who still hadn't fully shed his childhood innocence embraced a girl even younger than himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and softly began humming a lullaby from their distant homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For so many years, it had been just the two of them, relying on each other to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bond between them had long since surpassed even the closest blood relations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mom...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella murmured drowsily, her voice barely a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, she had mistaken Alan for their mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan smiled and lightly tapped her little nose with a fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not Mom, silly. It's your big brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella giggled softly, rolling over to snuggle against Alan's arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a small, spoiled voice, she said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, brother. It's just that... when I was little, I remember Mom singing this lullaby to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she ever sing it to you too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan didn't respond right away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared up at the ceiling, lost in hazy memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only the faintest recollection of that gentle melody—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and even less memory of who had sung it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her brother slip into a daze, Isabella quickly backtracked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's okay, brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Mom didn't sing it to you... from now on, you can sing it for me instead, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can I hear it a few more times?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course,\" Alan said warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tucked the blanket snugly around her and resumed gently patting her shoulder, continuing to hum the lullaby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pitch wasn't particularly refined, and his singing technique was quite rough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with its imperfections, the simple lullaby soothed Isabella into a sweet, peaceful sleep within moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Alan climbed carefully out of bed, doing his best not to disturb the sleeping girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick wash, he hurried back toward the training grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the rubble scattered across the area had reassembled itself into the form of stone golems once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan couldn't help but wonder if perhaps their \"true\" state was just a pile of debris—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—only shaped into golems through some forceful magic, just for the sake of practicing mana Overpressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn't important right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The critical thing was to consolidate the mana Overpressure he had managed to grasp yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Currently, Alan could only invoke mana Overpressure when he released massive amounts of mana or when his aura peaked at its highest intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could pull off the powerful Mana Rupture attack...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...but only occasionally, and not reliably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, it made for a brilliant surprise move in battle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but Alan didn't feel secure relying on spur-of-the-moment inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he needed it in a critical fight, and it failed to activate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't dare to gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In real combat, every miscalculation came with the cost of one's life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, he had to forge his control over mana Overpressure to the highest possible degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not necessarily achieving the monstrous level of Alice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—who could maintain Overpressure constantly and effortlessly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but at least reaching a point where he could summon it whenever he truly needed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Alan believed his earlier grasp of Mana Shaping was still far from complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At present, he mainly used it to coat his primary spells with razor-thin edges, boosting their lethality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Alan was convinced that Mana Shaping's potential wasn't limited to just enhancing offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he believed it should be something closer to a highly functional auxiliary skill, like Mana Tether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely using it for slashing power seemed like a massive waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Alan devoted an entire day solely to refining these two newly-acquired techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skill and strength advanced steadily with every passing hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Fort and Francis were throwing themselves into their training with desperate intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fort had even abandoned regular meals and sleep altogether, spending every waking moment devouring solid chunks of metallic element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, nails became too small for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved on to gnawing on the academy's iron fences, old metal bookshelves from storage rooms,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and even the academy's front gate sign—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—all of which, by now, bore clear bite marks!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Francis—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—although he grumbled constantly, he never once slacked off on the grueling training regimen Old Gayle had assigned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone at Sirius Academy had their reasons for being there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them had the luxury of failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, both Fort and Francis had developed a deep attachment to the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Gayle, despite always being drunk and disheveled, had proven himself dependable in times of crisis,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>protecting the students like a true guardian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blanche, though often taciturn, had also offered them quiet help and support many times, like an ever-reliable big sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as for Alan and Isabella—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—both Fort and Francis had long since regarded the siblings as true friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, Sirius Academy itself had no way back now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the students failed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...not only would they likely lose their lives, but the entire academy could face complete annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them wanted to see that happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why they were pushing themselves so relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, a week passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout that week, the Sirius students had barely slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they opened their eyes, it was back to relentless training, again and again, without pause!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, an odd event was unfolding near the gates of the imperial capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three strange figures approached the city entrance, attracting immediate attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each wore a wide-brimmed, curled cowboy hat and a brown leather jacket,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>riding peculiar four-legged beasts unfamiliar to the local populace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers stationed at the gates immediately noticed these bizarre \"cowboys\" and rushed forward, weapons drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who goes there?!\" barked one soldier sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the riders, a blond man with blue eyes and a thick walrus mustache, casually dismounted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept an arrogant glance across the soldiers, then sneered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't expect the Plantagenet Kingdom's gatekeepers to be such a bunch of blind fools.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What did you just say?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier, instantly enraged, raised his regulation longsword, prepared to teach this rude foreigner a harsh lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could act, the mustached cowboy moved with lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one smooth motion, he drew a gleaming silver flintlock pistol from his belt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and pulled the trigger straight at one of the guards!\u003C\u002Fp>",1258,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","ac9cd0bbe969abd5a6ff70ccfadad9bae5249b21f75d4321afb6af6eb4e1dcf3","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-584","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-516",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]