[{"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-639":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},1727938,2207,"Chapter 639 - Chapter195-Surrounded by Powerful Foes","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-639",639,"\u003Cp>\"Who's there?! Argh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments after Alan had finished off the last two attackers, a sharp scream suddenly rang out from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around instantly, his instincts flaring, only to see a figure plummeting from the sky, like a bird whose wings had been violently torn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure… was Francis!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan's brows knit into a tight frown. Without hesitation, he rushed toward the point where Francis was about to crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he moved, his eyes caught a new presence floating in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't someone he recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newcomer wore no mage robe, only a casual outfit in deep violet tones—but the chaotic swirl of mana around him made it unmistakably clear that this man was a mage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man calmly rubbed the rune ring on his finger, his lips curved into a faint smirk as he peered down at Alan from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the unsettling part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the two weren't far apart, Alan couldn't see his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard he focused, the stranger's features remained hidden, blurred by some sort of powerful illusion. All he could sense were a pair of sharp, predatory eyes sweeping over him like blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no time to dwell on that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan reached Francis and helped him sit up, concern flashing in his voice. \"Are you okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression a mixture of pain and frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough… Don't worry. I'm not dead. Yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan clapped him on the shoulder. \"You're done fighting. From here on out, I'll be the one rescuing my sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis opened his mouth to protest, but when he met Alan's unshakable gaze, he could only shrug with a wry smile. \"Alright, alright. You're the strongest guy in the academy. You win.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan chuckled softly and said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eased Francis down beneath a tree, then turned toward the sky, intent on demanding an explanation from the figure who had just launched a surprise attack on his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he was about to step forward, Francis whispered behind him, \"Don't be careless. That guy… he's not normal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan nodded subtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without warning, he raised his middle finger toward the man in the sky—a bold provocation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger clearly understood the gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana suddenly erupted from behind him, like a volley of arrows, blasting toward the ground with terrifying momentum—each strand of mana a spear aiming straight for Alan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This guy… is strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the fight began, Alan could already gauge his strength based on the sheer amount of mana being released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surpassed anything he'd seen from the previous bounty hunters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan's [Battle Spirit] surged to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, leaves rustled without wind. Fallen debris scattered violently in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two hadn't even physically clashed yet, but the air between them was already a battlefield, charged with mana overpressure and killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This… was how battles between top-tier mages were fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physical combat was for amateurs. True masters dueled with presence, will, and overpressure. A single movement—or even a glance—could determine the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because among the elite, most could intuitively sense whether their opponent's power eclipsed their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoooosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer the stranger got, the more intense the surrounding pressure became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled under the weight of clashing auras. Mana waves exploded outward, forming a vortex of leaves swirling violently between the two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—using that vortex as cover—the stranger made his move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an explosive burst of speed, he unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick, aimed directly at Alan's midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power behind the kick was monstrous. The air behind his leg distorted, the atmosphere itself groaning under the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan was just about to counter when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lumen Sancta moved first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sacred staff wriggled free of Alan's grip and surged forward at a speed that defied human perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, it intercepted the enemy midair. The blade gleamed, erupting in a burst of searing light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinding radiance enveloped the attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The resulting mana shockwave cracked the air like thunder, and even Alan was forced to step back several paces to maintain his footing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stranger didn't fare much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lumen Sancta's holy strike sent him hurtling backward, tumbling through the air before regaining control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smirk had vanished, replaced by a grim expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Francis—seated beneath the tree—had no intention of following Alan's order to sit still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at the treetop where Isabella remained bound tightly by vines, her unconscious form suspended like a rag doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pang of guilt pierced his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hold on, girl. I'm coming,\" he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, Francis forced himself upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body screamed in protest, every nerve aflame with pain, but he climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he had saved a small reserve of emergency mana—just enough to lighten his weight for a short time. Without it, there was no way a grown man in his condition could scale such a towering tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But halfway up, he felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was coming. Fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, Francis jerked his head to the side—just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single withered yellow leaf embedded itself in the trunk, mere centimeters from his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was sharp—unnaturally sharp—and buried deep into the bark like a thrown dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was no accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That was… deliberate,\" Francis whispered, his pulse spiking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's another enemy out there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scanned the surroundings, but his senses picked up only two mana signatures—Alan's, and the mysterious assailant he was battling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever launched that attack… was completely hidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just because he couldn't sense them didn't mean they weren't there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis yanked the leaf free and tossed it to the ground, his sixth sense now screaming at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was another hunter. One waiting in the shadows. One who had not yet revealed themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now… Francis was stuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was halfway up the tree—exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he went back down, he'd waste the mana he'd just used to climb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he went higher, there was no guarantee he could protect himself or Isabella against a hidden enemy's ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was, quite literally, trapped between two choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And neither was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Francis gritted his teeth, muttering under his breath, \"Damn it, Fort! You stick to me like glue every day, but now? Now, when it actually matters—you vanish?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you to stay with Alan so he wouldn't lose his mind… And now Alan's here, but you're not!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened? Did that illiterate muscle-head fail to read the map Gayle gave us?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-06-06T15:56:33.864Z",1,"novelbin.me","ed4a474bea48c056c8c5e5e732d1f5e4727644e09cdf5d642d86a3380772248e","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-640","imprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-chapter-638",734,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fimprisoned-for-a-trillion-years-i-was-worshipped-cover.jpg"]