I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 136 --I Just Turned On a Few Cheats, That’s All

Alina was filled with deep resentment.

After all, she had only ascended for a year, and the level she had reached in that short time was already exceptionally impressive.

If only she had encountered an opponent of the same caliber!

In that case, the outcome of the battle would still be uncertain!

In fact, if she had known the Divine War would match her against a deity who had been improving for so many years, she would never have recklessly chosen to ascend!

Faced with Alina’s string of questions and furious protests, Owen remained silent for the time being. Instead, he calmly organized the information he had gathered so far.

He had vaguely suspected it before—perhaps their world wasn’t the only plane filled with nameless gods thrown into this brutal arena. If it were just their plane, then at his current level, there shouldn’t even be an opponent worth matching.

But now, after encountering Alina, he was finally certain.

The Divine War draws opponents from other star systems!

This revelation made the scale of the mastermind’s plan all the more terrifying. Just one plane—just one star system—had already produced so many deities. The eventual victor of the Divine War would undoubtedly be a frightening existence.

Clearly, there was no room for complacency!

Even if he temporarily had no rivals in this star system, what about the others?

The puppet master in the shadows had released so many nameless gods into the field. Among them, there were bound to be some who possessed extraordinary talent, unmatched opportunities, or sheer monstrous luck.

Realizing this, Owen drew in a long breath and quickly reined in his spiraling thoughts.

No matter what the ultimate plan was, there was one absolute truth:

Only by increasing his strength and level could he hope to break free from the game board.

Right now, he was just a 2-Star Ancient God. In the eyes of the hidden mastermind, he was probably no more significant than an ant—not yet even worthy of concern.

But regardless of what schemes were being plotted behind the curtains, only by amassing absolute power could one hope to shatter the rules of the game and escape the control of others.

And at this very moment, the best way to gain that power...

Was to devour all of this Silver God’s devotees and resources.

As Owen’s icy gaze locked onto her, Alina—already in a state of mental collapse—began to tremble violently.

She could clearly feel the suffocating aura of death descending upon her.

"N-No!"

"I don’t want to die! I’m a genius! I will live to the end! I must survive to the end!"

Her voice became increasingly hysterical. Rationality twisted and distorted under the overwhelming pressure of Owen’s divine might.

Just a year ago, she had ascended to become a god—overlooking the masses from her divine throne.

At the great Divine Assembly, she had even earned dazzling praise and secured a top-tier ranking.

That glory had fed her arrogance, convincing her that she stood at the peak of the world.

But now, in front of Owen, she felt herself plummeting into an endless abyss.

And she couldn’t take it.

As Alina screamed in defiance and madness, Owen’s expression remained utterly indifferent.

"Genius?" he said coldly. "So what? There’s always someone better. There’s always a greater sky above.

To die by my hand... you should consider it an honor."

He spoke calmly and without a hint of pity.

He bore no personal grudge against Alina. But in the Divine War, there were no friends.

Only victors... and corpses.

Since she had chosen to participate in this deadly competition, she had to be prepared for the consequences.

With those words, a massive fireball descended from the heavens like a falling sun, hurtling directly toward Alina.

She was shrouded in a layer of shimmering silver divine armor, as radiant as moonlight—her final line of defense.

But under the relentless, scorching flames, that armor melted rapidly.

It was then that her true form was revealed—a breathtakingly beautiful woman, with golden hair flowing like molten light, and flawless features that rivaled even the most famous actresses.

The fire scorched away her divine robes and armor, exposing her ethereal, snow-white figure—a body so divine in its beauty it seemed to shame the stars themselves.

Yet Owen’s eyes remained cold and unmoved.

The fireball continued its merciless descent, burning her form to ash in a flash.

He showed no mercy.

His compassion was reserved solely for his own devotees.

Anyone else—any enemy—would die, without exception.

With that final strike, the Silver God Alina met her end.

Her remains disintegrated, and in the space where her divine body had been, rays of light began to emerge.

As Owen narrowed his eyes and focused, those lights began to swirl toward him, gradually taking form:

700 Divine Points, a Rich Soil Scroll, and an Earthsplit Scroll.

These were the remnants of Alina’s divine legacy.

Frankly, it was poorer than Owen had expected.

Still, it was understandable. Alina had clearly prepared meticulously for this battle. In choosing to participate in the Divine War, she had already expended the majority of her resources.

What remained now were only scraps—things she hadn’t had time to use yet.

Items like Awakening Scrolls and Hellish Artifacts were most likely already consumed or handed to her followers and Infernal Envoys.

As Owen absorbed her legacy, the misty veil across the Rainbow Bridge began to dissolve.

On the other side, the land that had once been Alina’s divine domain... vanished without a trace.

A god had fallen.

Owen watched in silence, a complex expression flashing across his face.

Not long ago, Alina had been a 1-Star peak Ancient God—still a lofty and radiant being.

Now, she was nothing but a memory.

The Divine War... truly a terrifying battleground.

To become the final victor, one had to tread upon the corpses of fellow deities, one step at a time.

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Whether you chose this path or not—you had to walk it.

You were either the stepping stone of another,

or the one standing at the very peak.

There was no other ending.

Suddenly, the system’s mechanical voice rang in his mind:

[Congratulations, host, for claiming your first Divine War victory!]

[You have received 6,220 new devotees!]

[You have received the souls of all fallen devotees from this battle.]

[You have received 1,500 Divine Points!]

[You have obtained 50 low-tier Awakening Scrolls, 10 mid-tier Awakening Scrolls, and 2 high-tier Awakening Scrolls!]

[You have received 20 Tier-1 Order Fragments!]

Owen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Though Alina’s direct legacy wasn’t especially impressive, the system’s rewards were beyond his expectations—almost absurdly generous.

The sheer number of devotees, the scrolls, the fragments...

The total value of everything was easily over 4,000 Divine Points.

By that math, if he could win just a few more times, he could evolve from a 1-Star peak Ancient God to a 2-Star Ancient God in no time.

More importantly, with these Order Fragments, he could even begin to bestow Vassal God status!

Of course, such high rewards came with equally high risks.

Just like the overly confident Alina. She thought she was coming to harvest others—

only to become the harvest.

Yes, some deities might win a match or two.

But who could guarantee victory every time?

The matchmaking was completely random.

Unless one was a true child of fate—someone blessed by heaven—it was a game of death.

Soon after...

The Rainbow Bridge before Owen slowly faded away, and the scene around him reverted to what it had been before.

It was as though none of it had happened.

His devotees, his Infernal Envoy, and his Vassal God had never left Annasi Town.

Everything that just took place...

Might have been a dream.