[{"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-585":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},1728001,2207,"Chapter 585 - Chapter141-They Shot at Me!","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-585",585,"\u003Cp>Upon witnessing the unfolding scene, neither the mustached man nor his group of bounty hunters said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they were men who lived in the grey zones of society, individuals accustomed to committing their fair share of heinous acts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being laughed at or even pelted with rotten eggs by victims or onlookers was nothing new to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the humiliation they had faced before, the disdainful glares and mocking jeers of the capital's citizens were no more than a drizzle—something utterly trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the masked middle-aged man thought differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While it was true that bounty hunters were not well-regarded anywhere in the world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for most people, their existence had become a kind of numb inevitability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it bluntly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as long as the bounty notice didn't have my name on it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if you bounty hunters decapitated a king,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what business was it of mine?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today's situation was different—subtly but crucially so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because, beyond being bounty hunters, the mustached man and his team were Barton Kingdom natives—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that made them sworn enemies of every citizen of Plantagenet Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And such an identity would inevitably have consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with half a brain could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sirius Academy won the battle against these intruders, it would be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they lost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sirius Academy fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what would people think then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Sirius Academy was based within the imperial capital of Plantagenet Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To direct foreigners—and not just any foreigners, but enemy nationals from Barton Kingdom—to come here and murder Plantagenet's own citizens...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of treachery was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mere thought was enough to ignite public outrage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, this outcome conflicted with the original intent of the bounty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Stephen issued the bounty, his goal had been clear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he wanted everyone from Sirius Academy dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just so happened that these Barton bounty hunters, being geographically closer, responded first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minor oversight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but one that was on the verge of causing catastrophic political consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stephen, being long entrenched in the upper echelons of power, had lost touch with ordinary people's emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never considered the consequences of releasing a global bounty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no idea how the citizens of the capital would view the arrival of these so-called \"guests\" from Barton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would they welcome them like honored tourists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they would want to see every last one of them dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when these bounty hunters inevitably died,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the public would quickly start asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who hired them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wouldn't take much investigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sirius Academy, after all, had fallen into decline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no resources, no influential allies, no feuds with anyone recent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>except for the explosive, bloody clash Alan had had with Lioncrest Academy not long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given that, who would have the motive and the means to send bounty hunters from around the world to annihilate Sirius?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer practically shouted itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that suspicion solidified—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lioncrest Academy's future would be grim indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the guns of an enemy nation to execute the sons and daughters of Plantagenet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How very bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Lioncrest Academy no longer recognize the authority of the royal family?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, under layers of twisted motives and tense undercurrents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the mustached man and his bounty hunters finally arrived at the gates of Sirius Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, despite being surrounded by hostile stares and murmured insults from the capital's citizens,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the bounty hunters behaved as if nothing was wrong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>strolling leisurely around, admiring the scenery as if they were nothing more than bored tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, amidst the crowd, a small figure emerged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a young girl squeezing her way through, clutching several vials of differently colored potions in her arms, clearly in a hurry to return to the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mustached man stepped forward, grabbing the girl's sleeve with a light laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My beautiful young lady,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>may I ask if you're a student of Sirius Academy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl froze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the man's seemingly kind demeanor, she let her guard down a bit and answered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suppose you could say that, Uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why do you ask?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you need something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced around at the surrounding crowd, puzzled by their unusually hostile expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, when she ran errands to buy alchemy supplies, the townsfolk were friendly and kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, though, their faces twisted with anger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if they wanted to tear the bounty hunters apart with their bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her innocent reaction, the mustached man's smile stiffened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, he drew his silver pistol and aimed it right at the girl's forehead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and pulled the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron pellet fired from the gun stopped abruptly just inches from the girl's brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immense heat contained within the bullet was instantly assaulted by an eerie surge of cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere moments, the molten heat evaporated into thick plumes of steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a thin layer of frost rapidly spread over the bullet,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>causing it to fall harmlessly to the ground with a metallic clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, there was absolute silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gathered crowd was utterly dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had expected the mustached bounty hunter to actually try to kill someone without a word of warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor had anyone expected the little girl to so effortlessly neutralize a deadly shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mustached man himself was frozen in place,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his proud quick-draw assassination technique—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>honed over countless battles, earning him the feared title Wind of Death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>utterly neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long, long moment, no one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the young girl—finally snapping out of her daze—did what any normal human would do:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream had barely torn through the air when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a tall, slender figure burst forth from within the academy gates,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>moving so fast that he seemed almost a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mustached man shook himself free of his stupor, hurriedly reloading his pistol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised it, taking aim at the oncoming figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whatever tricks that brat used...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charging at me head-on without any defense?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You're just asking to die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say goodbye to your miserable life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember my name—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the bounty hunter UL—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could finish uttering his alias,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an overwhelming, formless force slammed into him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact zone was so wide that there was no possibility of dodging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bounty hunter was smashed violently backward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his body crumpling midair like a ragdoll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally hit the ground,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was no longer recognizable as human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bone in his body was pulverized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His flesh had turned into little more than a bloody, shapeless mass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so thoroughly, so instantaneously obliterated—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was almost surreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding onlookers stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had expected the bounty hunter to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none had anticipated he would be killed so swiftly, so decisively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If UL had once been known as the \"Wind of Death,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then whoever killed him could only be described as the Lightning of Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the stunned silence, Alan stepped forward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his figure finally fully revealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled Isabella behind him protectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, cold, and furious:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isabella, what happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella, still trembling slightly, opened her mouth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pointed shakily at the remaining bounty hunters, and stammered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>T-They tried to shoot me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1195,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","326e469e14a6fc5f4a721bd902e65f8f12516ec6f0cdc8393a27c31be9f823db","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-586","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-517",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]