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

Time flew by, and before they knew it, night had fallen.

Throughout this period, the three companions had been keeping vigil by Alan’s side, not leaving him for even a moment.

A bright full moon slowly rose into the sky, breaking through the clouds. A silvery thread of moonlight filtered down, quietly landing on Alan’s body.

“Ugh…”A low groan escaped Alan’s lips as he began to stir from his long state of unconsciousness.

“He’s awake! Alan is awake!”

Francis was the first to react. He rushed forward, tightly gripping Alan’s wrist with both hands, his voice urgent and trembling. “Brother, my dear brother, are you alright?”

Fort and Blanche immediately gathered around as well, checking Alan’s physical condition with worried eyes.

Alan chuckled softly, his voice calm but hoarse. “Don’t worry. I’m not dead yet.”

Then, a confused look appeared on his face as he swept his gaze around. “Why is it so dark? Is it nighttime? Why haven’t you lit a fire?”

The moment those words left his mouth, the other three froze in place.

Not far from them, a roaring bonfire crackled loudly, its orange-red flames lighting up the surroundings almost as bright as daytime.

Francis, clearly unwilling to accept the implication of Alan’s words, forced a wry smile and joked, “Come on, man. You’re still in the mood to tease us at a time like this?”

“I’m being serious.”

Alan’s tone turned grave. His hands groped through the air toward the sound of Francis’s voice, eventually landing on his face. He lightly pressed and kneaded his cheek with his fingers.

“I think… I can’t see.”

Fort stood up at once. He grabbed a torch from the fire and brought it close to Alan, waving it slowly in front of his face.

“How about now?”

Alan shook his head. “I can feel the heat from the fire… but I still can’t see anything.”

The three of them fell into silence again.

Alan had finally woken up, yet he was now blind. This outcome was simply too cruel for them to accept.

At that moment, a familiar voice echoed inside Alan’s mind—the voice of the flame-haired woman.

“When that old bastard named Stephen was beating you into the ground earlier, you subconsciously triggered some of the seals of Hell. That’s what allowed me to awaken again. But I warned you already—unless it’s absolutely necessary, never use the power of Hell.”

“Right now, with my help, the balance of Hell has been stabilized. But as the Warden of Hell, you have to pay the price for invoking its power. Honestly, the fact that you’re just blind right now is already quite fortunate. If you hadn’t accidentally developed something called the True Death Eyes, which cuts off mana supply, you’d probably be dead by now from the backlash.”

“The issue is, the True Death Eyes couldn’t handle the immense power of Hell and went into an overload state. The most direct consequence of that… is your blindness.”

Hearing the woman’s explanation, Alan let out a silent sigh of relief.

So he wasn’t permanently blind. That was a relief. Once the overload state of the True Death Eyes ended, he’d be able to see again.

“Then… how long will this overload state last?”

“You’re asking me? Aren’t those eyes something you created yourself? Don’t you know their limits or recovery time?”

Alan let out a helpless laugh. “Senior, I did create the True Death Eyes, yes—but I still don’t fully understand how they work. Let alone the recovery time. You’ve lived longer and experienced more—surely you’ve encountered similar situations before? I just want a rough estimate, so I know what I’m dealing with.”

“Fair enough.”

The flame-haired woman fell silent, evidently thinking things over.

After some time, she finally gave her assessment.

“Even though I don’t know the exact limits of your True Death Eyes, cutting off an entire Hell from your mana circuit must have consumed an immense amount of energy. Judging by your current progress rate, if you want your vision to fully recover… I’d say it’ll take at least… five hundred years.”

“How much?!”

Alan couldn’t help but exclaim out loud, startling the three people beside him.

They all looked at him, visibly shaken, thinking he had finally lost it after realizing he was blind.

Alan quickly waved his hands to reassure them and gave a hasty explanation, emphasizing that he was completely fine.

Then, he continued speaking to the woman in his mind.

“Senior, the reconstruction of Sirius Academy is already an urgent matter. Plus, I made a promise to you—to retrieve that crimson longsword from the NK Kingdom within 150 days. If the True Death Eyes’ overload state really lasts five hundred years, there’s no way I can accept that!”

The flame-haired woman let out a cold laugh. “Whether you can accept it or not doesn’t matter. This is how the world works. When you do something that defies the laws of nature, you must pay an equally unnatural price. Neither you nor I can change that.”

“Then… what should I do?”

Alan’s heart was heavy with despair.

Losing his sight would make daily life extremely difficult, but even more critical was how it would affect his combat abilities. If he couldn’t locate his enemies, then no matter how powerful he was, he wouldn’t be able to hit anyone. His destructive potential would be rendered useless.

Sensing his inner thoughts, the woman said flatly, “It’s simple. Just use your Mind’s Eye to observe the world.”

“Mind’s Eye? What’s that?”

She replied, “As the name suggests, the Mind’s Eye is the eye of your heart. Mages don’t just use the mana stored inside their bodies; they can also draw on ambient mana and elemental energy around them. These things can’t be seen with the naked eye—but you can still sense them, right? The organ you use to sense mana… that’s the Mind’s Eye.”

“Now, follow my instructions: clear your mind, let go of all distractions, and focus on feeling the flow of mana around you.”

Alan held his breath and began concentrating with all his might, following her instructions to the letter. Gradually, faint glowing silhouettes began to appear before his inner vision—silver, black, and blue.

He instantly recognized them as the mana auras of his three companions.

He also noticed an orange-red light flickering nearby—the fire element dancing within the campfire just in front of him.

“Senior, I can see! I really can see!”

Alan’s voice trembled with excitement.

The flame-haired woman let out a soft laugh. “Not bad. Seems like you’re not as hopeless as I thought. Most mages struggle to activate their Mind’s Eye right away—they’re too reliant on their physical sight. But you’re different. With your real eyes sealed, you have no choice but to rely on your Mind’s Eye. That makes it much easier to get started. From now on, focus on adapting to this new way of seeing, or you’ll always be in danger.”

“I understand, Senior!”

Alan nodded fervently, then hesitated and asked, “Um… Senior, one more thing. About the True Death Eyes’ overload—are there any ways to shorten the recovery time? Five hundred years is way too long. I’m not sure I’ll even live that long. If there’s any way to restore my vision faster, I don’t want to give up on that. Physical vision is still much more convenient than using the Mind’s Eye…”

“There are ways,” she replied cryptically. “The question is—do you have the guts to try them?”

“Oh? I’m all ears!”

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