Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!-Chapter 375 - -A Familiar Curse

Once Singriel made up his mind, he began his experiments.

After some thought, he came up with a plan: to deliberately provoke the spell beast in the river and lead it to attack Tuck Village.

Then, he would step in as the hero who saved the village from the beast, thus gaining the villagers’ trust.

With this newfound trust, he proposed to help the villagers solve the mystery of why they couldn’t practice magic.

Though the older generation in Tuck Village had long accepted their inability to use magic—having lived without it for generations—the younger villagers were eager to try.

Many had once dreamed, in their youth, of being the exception, the one who could break the curse and become a mage.

But eventually, they all gave up.

After numerous failed attempts, they realized the curse was absolute.

No matter what method they tried, even Genesis, which claimed to allow anyone to become a mage, couldn’t work for them.

For the elders, who had lived most of their lives without magic, hope had long since faded.

But the younger villagers were still filled with anticipation.

So, when Singriel, the man who had driven away the spell beast, offered to help them learn magic, they flocked to him with enthusiasm.

Under this pretense, Singriel collected significant amounts of their blood for his experiments, claiming it was part of the process.

From their bloodline, he discovered certain unique elements tied to the curse.

And as a result of his studies, some of the younger villagers even showed slight improvements in their physical conditions.

Though his progress on the curse was minimal, these small results earned him great respect among the villagers.

At least his methods appeared to work.

After hearing Singriel’s explanation, Daniel fell silent for a moment.

So, Tuck Village’s inability to produce mages was due to a curse?

That made sense.

Old Flinn had mentioned before that the villagers had been unable to practice magic since their ancestors’ time.

Even their forebears had attempted to find solutions, but to no avail.

It wasn’t due to any other reason—it was purely because their entire bloodline had been cursed.

And this curse had lasted for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years…

The idea that someone would use such a long-lasting and potent method to ensure Tuck Village remained a community of ordinary people was deeply unsettling.

What kind of grudge could someone have against the villagers to enact such a cruel curse?

Singriel, noticing Daniel’s reaction, quickly added:

"I swear, I haven’t harmed anyone in Tuck Village! I’m only using their blood to study the curse and enhance my abilities."

"Besides, the blood I take doesn’t affect their health in any way."

"In fact, after months of research, some of the young villagers are already showing minor improvements."

Singriel’s tone was full of self-justification.

Daniel acknowledged that, for now, Singriel’s actions hadn’t directly harmed the villagers.

For instance, the older brother of that little girl hadn’t exhibited any abnormalities.

But Daniel had other concerns.

"What progress have you made on studying the curse?"

Rather than dwell on the morality of Singriel’s actions, Daniel shifted the conversation to the bloodline curse.

After a pause, Singriel replied, "I’ve made some headway. I’ve identified its rough outline. Give me a few more years, and I should be able to break it completely."

Daniel nodded.

Considering Singriel had only been in the village for about half a year, his progress was indeed impressive.

"Let me see the results of your research," Daniel said.

Singriel reluctantly raised his right hand—the only part of his body he could still move—and demonstrated the outline of the curse.

A blood-red sigil appeared in his palm.

Singriel wasn’t exaggerating when he said it was only an outline; it was rough but genuine.

Looking at the sigil, Daniel frowned.

For some reason, the curse seemed oddly familiar to him, as though he’d seen it before.

He pondered deeply, searching his memories for a connection.

Then, a long-buried memory surfaced, something he had almost forgotten.

Daniel’s eyes widened in shock. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

This…

This was his own creation.

Years ago, he had crafted this very curse.

Looking at Singriel, Daniel’s expression shifted to one of pity.

Because no matter how talented Singriel was, he would never succeed in breaking this curse.

Not in five years. Not in a hundred.

Singriel, seeing Daniel’s expression, felt his pride take a hit.

"What’s with that look? Do you think I can’t break the curse in a few years?" he asked indignantly.

"No," Daniel replied calmly. "I just think you wouldn’t be able to break it even in a hundred years."

"Why not?!"

"Because this curse… I created it."

Singriel’s face froze in disbelief.

Years ago, when two major families fell into conflict, one was completely destroyed by Daniel.

The other surrendered in exchange for its survival.

As part of the terms, Daniel placed this curse upon their bloodline, ensuring that none of their descendants could ever become mages.

The curse had been created at a time when Daniel was at the peak of his power.

He had even referenced ancient knowledge from a god-realm library to enhance its potency.

Breaking this curse would be impossible for anyone short of a god king, let alone Singriel.

"Impossible! Give me five years—just five years—and I’ll break it!" Singriel shouted, unwilling to accept Daniel’s words.

For Singriel, his talent had always been his source of pride. The idea that his efforts would be futile was unbearable.

But Daniel understood the intricacies of the curse better than anyone.

At the time of its creation, he had ensured that no ordinary person could undo it.

The deeper Singriel delved, the more complex the curse would become.

Even with his talent, he wouldn’t be able to fully understand, let alone break it.

"Give up," Daniel said. "Whatever your intentions, you shouldn’t remain in Tuck Village any longer. This village has ties to me."

Hearing this, Singriel’s expression grew conflicted.

He struggled with the idea of giving up.

After years of being mocked and underestimated due to his lack of resources, he had finally found a way to prove his worth.

Here, in Tuck Village, he’d discovered the perfect conditions to advance his skills.

And now, he was being told to abandon it all?

How could he accept that?

How could he just walk away?

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