[{"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-589":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},1728006,2207,"Chapter 589 145-Playing with Mud","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-589",589,"\u003Cp>\"That felt good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thoroughly humiliating the people of Lioncrest Academy, Alan found even his walking steps becoming lighter and more cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, his little \"operation\" hadn't been prompted by old Gayle; it was purely a spontaneous idea that struck him while casually wandering near Lioncrest Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before arriving in the Imperial Capital, Alan had always believed that the people of the big cities would possess a much higher level of civility and virtue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, ever since the incident where Isabella had been kidnapped by Lioncrest Academy students, Alan had been forced to recognize a harsh truth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Crows everywhere are equally black.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People's kindness might vary from one to another,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but their capacity for evil was always the same—ugly and repulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only reason Lioncrest Academy hadn't already been reduced to rubble beneath his feet was thanks to the protection of Stephen, that Legendary Mage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as well as the powerful vice headmasters guarding those students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had they not been there, Alan would have long since flattened the Academy without a second thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clap! Clap! Clap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Alan was about to cross the Third Avenue of the Imperial Capital, he suddenly heard a series of strange, crisp sounds coming from the ruins flanking the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to suppress his curiosity, he veered off the road and made his way toward the source of the noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't take long before he spotted a young girl, roughly the same age as Isabella, dressed in a light purple princess dress, squatting amidst the debris and fiddling with something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing in particular caught his attention—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the side of the girl's slender neck, there was a faint mark resembling a black rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A tattoo at that age?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan clicked his tongue in disapproval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by her clothing, the girl didn't look like she came from a poor family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why was she alone in this abandoned stretch of ruins?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the fact that this was the shortest route back to Sirius Academy, Alan himself wouldn't usually come anywhere near this broken, desolate area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another crisp sound snapped him back to attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan quickly pinpointed the source—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl in the princess dress was scooping up lumps of black, muddy clay and slapping them repeatedly onto the ground, as if trying to make it more pliable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, it was clear she wasn't experienced with handling such materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pouring water onto the mud, she had made it even wetter and sloppier—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>threatening to dissolve it into nothing but a thin pool of dirty water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold it! That's not how you do it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who considered himself an expert at playing with mud, Alan couldn't stand by and watch any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode over without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can't mold mud like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for a response, Alan thrust his hands into the gooey mixture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scooping up a handful of dry soil from nearby, he sprinkled it over the mud, carefully kneading it in to restore the proper consistency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little by little, the once watery sludge regained a firm, moldable texture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl's eyes widened into perfect circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't understood a thing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, the mud had been falling apart under her fingers;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the next, Alan had swooped in, kneaded it a few times,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and suddenly it was workable again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost like magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's the same principle as baking bread,\" Alan said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too much water? Add flour. Too much flour? Add water.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Judging by how you were handling it... you don't play with mud very often, do you? Or maybe—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because at that moment, he got a close look at the girl's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike most girls her age, whose complexions were rosy and full of life,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this princess-dressed girl was deathly pale—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not the healthy pale of nobility, but the sickly pallor of illness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was also painfully thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not quite skin and bones yet, but disturbingly close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what left the deepest impression were her eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her irises were pure black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Plantagenet Kingdom, different regions produced residents with a variety of eye colors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>brown, gray, blue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but pure black irises?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan had never seen such a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those pitch-black eyes were like twin obsidian stones,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>swallowing all the surrounding light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>giving the eerie illusion that if one stared too long,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their very soul might be drawn into them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling uncomfortable, Alan quickly wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned his gaze away, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Were you trying to make something out of this mud?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked, using the motion of wiping sweat as an excuse to shift his focus away from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl remained silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with her dirty little hands, she lifted her dress slightly and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>on it, a childlike drawing made in simple black lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interesting... is this supposed to be a unicorn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan chuckled, pointing at the rough sketch of a horned horse on the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl shook her head firmly, then looked up at him with a gaze full of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan was startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You want me to sculpt it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan scratched his head and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright... I'll give it a try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if it turns out ugly, you're not allowed to laugh at me, okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't lacking in confidence, of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan's skill with sculpting soft materials had been honed to perfection through years of baking bread for his little sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, he had recently mastered an advanced magical technique: Mana Shaping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to taming the volatile chaos of raw mana,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mud and dough were child's play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humble words were simply to preserve a little dignity for the inexperienced princess-dressed girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, under Alan's deft and nimble hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jet-black warhorse, complete with a proud, sharp horn atop its forehead, began to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Alan snapped his fingers lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tiny flame, glowing faintly with an orange-red hue, danced to life at his fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a serious expression, he carefully baked the muddy surface of the unicorn, drying it thoroughly without leaving a single crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When all was done, he stepped back and let out a long, satisfied sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admiring his handiwork, he asked the girl,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, take a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there's anything you don't like,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll fix it up using the leftover mud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princess-dressed girl's mouth fell open slightly in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carefully cradled the black unicorn in her small hands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>examining it from every angle with a look of wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard for her to believe that only moments ago,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that sloppy mess of mud had been transformed into something so vivid and lifelike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her stunned expression, Alan chuckled and explained,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When working with mud, it's not just about getting the water-to-dirt ratio right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You also have to slow down—take your time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good work comes from patience.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you get frustrated and smash it every time something goes wrong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then you'll never create anything, even if you smash mud for the rest of your life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his words, the princess-dressed girl furrowed her brows slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an almost defiant glint flashing through her dark eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if she wasn't entirely convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>",1219,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.624Z",1,"novelbin.me","857bc1420570d9158aac80f49a645f36da52c70dbf46cbf1b487da8450405c25","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-590","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-518",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]