Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods! - Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Chapter87-Let’s All Learn It Together!
The third princess stared at Alan in utter disbelief.

Alan didn’t look at her. His expression was cold, and his voice had grown firm and commanding:

“Hand over the skill.”

Seeing this completely different side of Alan, the third princess’s heart began to race uncontrollably—like it had been pierced by needles, spasming in pain.

Under Alan’s relentless pressure, a sense of despair filled her heart.

So in the face of absolute interest, no one could restrain the beast of desire within.

She felt betrayed. Drained.

Like a lifeless puppet, she tossed the scroll toward Alan.

Alan caught it and glanced at the cover—four glowing runes spelled out “Frozen World”. Even just holding it, he could feel a chilling force seeping into his very soul.

“So this is a tier-diamond magic skill… It’s truly extraordinary,” Alan muttered, then turned and strode out of the room without looking back.

The third princess remained silent as she watched his back fade into the distance, a crushing sense of loss twisting her heart.

After a long pause, as if recalling something, she took out a jade token and inscribed several blood-red runes upon it.

“Duke Alice… we’ve all been deceived by him.”

As the runes took shape, far away, in an ancient and grand hall, Alice, clad in soft armor and radiating the aura of a battle goddess, felt a sudden jolt in her heart. She looked down at the jade token she carried.

Then, eyes narrowing, she gripped her long blade tightly and turned to leave.

“Miss, your duel with the Nightlord is about to begin—”

Her protector’s voice called out, but Duke Alice didn’t even glance back, vanishing into the distance at breakneck speed.

…

After leaving the room, Alan dashed to the top of the ancient castle and unfurled the scroll—half to confirm its contents, half as a show of triumph.

“A tier-diamond spell… this is the first time I’ve ever laid eyes on one.”

After a quick scan, Alan leapt down and exited the castle.

The moment he appeared, the many prodigies who had already been converging toward the area all locked onto him and charged forward.

“The tier-diamond skill is in his hands!”

“Kill him! Then the scroll is ours!”

In an instant, countless greedy gazes targeted Alan, and the crowd surged forward in pursuit.

This was a tier-diamond spell—something far beyond what even the strongest spellbooks of most kingdoms could offer!

Among the frenzied pursuers, Beatrice and the voluptuous woman in the red dress were the most aggressive and fastest to act.

As for the third princess, they had all given up on her.

She was powerful in her own right and royalty of the Plantagenet Kingdom. If she died here, it could lead to serious consequences.

Besides, their goal was simple: the spell.

But Alan, upon exiting the special space of the castle, immediately sprinted toward the forest at top speed, putting distance between himself and his pursuers.

Though his enemies were powerful and had sharp senses, they began to fall behind.

This forest was Alan’s domain—dense woods, deep ravines, thick vegetation everywhere.

Most of the pursuers were elite prodigies from major factions. While strong, they had little experience in brutal jungle warfare or deadly pursuits.

Alan, however, had grown up in this kind of environment. Entering the forest was like returning home.

The chaotic chase dragged on for several hours until night fell, forcing Beatrice and the others to slow down.

After dark, tracking Alan became far more difficult. Their movements were hindered—and more importantly, they feared Alan’s ambushes.

This entire pursuit had proven that Alan was deeply familiar with the terrain. The forest wasn’t just great for hiding—it was perfect for assassinations.

Worse, their “alliance” was based purely on interest. In the pitch-black jungle, no one could be certain an “ally” wouldn’t suddenly stab them in the back.

So, as they cautiously pressed forward, Alan finally got a chance to breathe.

At that moment, hiding behind a bush and catching his breath, Alan gently rubbed the wooden carving of Isabella he kept with him. His eyes grew sharp.

“Wait for me, little sis.”

Just as he was about to move, a cold voice suddenly echoed in his ear—

“I think it’s best she stops waiting.”

Alan’s head snapped toward the voice—and saw Beatrice rushing toward him.

As a mage attuned to the dark element, the night was her playground.

But she wasn’t alone. From two other directions, the red-dressed woman and her male companion also emerged, eyes locked on Alan.

Alan frowned. “How did you find me?”

He had covered himself in tree sap and other natural scents to mask his presence. Even a hound with a sensitive nose shouldn’t have been able to track him.

Beatrice sneered, “I told you already—there are others watching this spell. People far beyond what you can imagine.”

“You’re just a nobody. No backing, no power, and you dare involve yourself in this? You’re begging to die.”

Just as Alan was about to question her further—an eerie, grinning face suddenly appeared in front of Beatrice.

Boom!

She was sent flying, and a strange smile-shaped mark appeared on her cheek!

Everyone nearby froze in shock.

Beatrice, one of the strongest among the elite, had just been blown away without even realizing how.

The red-dressed woman and her partner halted immediately, staring at Alan with extreme caution.

They hadn’t seen how the attack had landed—it had been that fast.

Even Beatrice, now regaining her balance while clutching her swollen, stinging cheek, was visibly shaken.

Her spirit sense had been entirely focused on Alan, yet she still had no idea what had hit her!

She glanced around warily, but saw nothing.

Alan looked at the smiling imprint on her face and chuckled.

“My apologies. Turns out I have backers too—ones beyond your comprehension. That was just a warning. Keep pushing, and my senior won’t hold back.”

Just as his cold voice faded, another thud sounded—and this time, Alan himself was the one sent flying!

Beatrice and the others were stunned.

What… just happened?

Alan was just as confused at first, but quickly realized what had happened.

That mysterious, smile-faced creature… must’ve just hit whoever it felt like.

Clearly, it had no sense of loyalty or timing—it just did what it wanted.

“Come on, I’m a gatekeeper of hell! Don’t I deserve at least a little dignity?”

If it wanted to hit him, fine—but could it at least wait until they were alone?

Alan stood up, rubbing his cheek. A bizarre smile-shaped mark had also appeared on his face.

At that moment, everyone around was too spooked to make a move, fearing they might be next.

Sensing the silence, Alan cleared his throat and called out:

“Since everyone’s so interested in this tier-diamond spell, how about this? Each of you pays me one million mana stones, and I’ll let you copy it. That way everyone’s happy—you all get to learn it!”

Everyone: “…”

Beatrice snapped, “I already thought you were crazy, and now I’m sure of it. You’re sick!”

They had planned to steal the spell without paying a thing.

One million mana stones each? Dream on.

Besides, if everyone got the spell, then no one would have an advantage.

No one wanted to share a powerful spell.

And just as Beatrice finished her sentence, Alan spun around—

and ran.

If we’re not going to make a deal, then what’s the point of talking?

He disappeared into the darkness of the forest in the blink of an eye.