I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 138 --The Transformation of Annasi Town

After all, a person’s bloodline was practically determined at birth. If one was born with an average bloodline, then their potential was largely fixed—improving it later in life was almost impossible.

Even if miraculous treasures existed that could enhance a bloodline, they were so rare and priceless that they couldn’t even be bought on the market. And they were far beyond the reach of common people like them.

But now, thanks to Deus Initium, they too were granted the blessing of a bloodline upgrade!

"From this day forward, Annasi Town will undergo an earth-shattering transformation!"

Thomas gazed up at the golden heavens, and that was the only thought racing through his mind—a surging, almost tear-inducing revelation.

After all, with their bloodlines elevated, nearly everyone in town had the potential to become an Awakener!

And once they awakened, they would pass their improved bloodlines on to the next generation. Their children would have a higher chance of awakening, and perhaps even be stronger from birth.

With each passing generation, this progress would compound, creating an exponential leap in strength for the entire population.

This was a transformation that would leave a legacy lasting for centuries!

Currently, Annasi Town had a population of around 30,000. If every one of them became an Awakener... what kind of terrifying power would that be?

Even at the height of the Caesar Empire, such a feat was likely unheard of!

Thomas couldn’t even begin to imagine what that kind of future would look like. The scale, the glory—it defied description.

As goosebumps rose all over his skin from sheer excitement, he saw yet another miracle unfolding before his very eyes.

From the temple, more scrolls flew outward, rapidly transforming into spheres of light that merged with the lands surrounding them.

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Thomas and the others couldn’t help but exclaim in awe as the ground changed before their very eyes.

The medicinal herbs grown on this blessed soil were critical for an Awakener’s ongoing development. These herbs could provide the power and energy needed to climb the path of strength—something they couldn’t rely solely on Deus Initium for. Effort and resources were still necessary.

And there was no substitute for spirit medicine when it came to rapid growth.

But what was even more shocking was that these miracles were only just the beginning.

As the surrounding land transformed into fertile Rich Soil, infused with elemental energy from the atmosphere, more divine scrolls launched from the temple. This time, they landed on the nearby mountains that bordered the town.

BOOM!

Under the divine impact carried by the scrolls, the towering mountains collapsed with earth-shaking force. The previously immovable stone peaks crumbled into fine soil, transforming into vast stretches of farmland.

The townsfolk stared at this divine transformation with mouths agape.

Was this... the power of Deus Initium?

Was this... his blessing upon them?

This level of divine generosity was something they could never have imagined in their wildest dreams.

Now, they had expansive farmlands.

They had rich, fertile soil.

They had upgraded bloodlines.

Under the care of Deus Initium, they lacked nothing!

He truly was the god who protected them.

For a moment, every single devotee in the area dropped to their knees, bowing in worship to Deus Initium. Their hearts were overflowing with sincerity and gratitude.

At the same time, many of the devotees couldn’t help but begin whispering personal prayers in their hearts:

"O supreme Deus Initium, your humble servant prays to you. Please let me earn more silver coins so I can become a rich man!"

"O great Deus Initium, I’m twenty-eight this year... well, in the lunar calendar I’m twenty-nine, and honestly, I feel like thirty. All I want is a wife. I don’t ask for much—just someone as pretty as the top hostess at Black Iron’s tavern will do..."

"O honorable Deus Initium... please bless me to become the most attractive person in this entire town!"

Many were praying, each offering their hopes to their almighty god.

After all, Deus Initium’s divine power was unquestionable. With faith surging in their hearts, they believed their wishes just might come true.

Inside the divine statue,

Owen had finished all his tasks and was now retracting his focus. With the grand ritual finally complete, the divine blessings he had planned were now fully delivered.

The grace he had bestowed upon his devotees was more than enough to keep them busy for quite some time.

Now, his focus turned back to himself—specifically, to his upcoming ascension.

He was nearing the peak of 2-Star Ancient God, and it was time to prepare for his breakthrough.

After all, the difference in power between his current self and a peak 2-star Ancient God was significant—it would be a major leap forward.

As for the countless prayers being offered in front of the temple... Owen had no intention of paying them much attention.

This temple, granted to him upon his previous ascension, possessed the innate ability to hear the desires of his devotees and automatically fulfill small, achievable wishes.

Of course, that only applied to minor things, like curing a headache or minor ailments.

Wishes like marrying a beauty queen or stumbling upon a gold mine? Naturally, the temple wasn’t going to handle those.

He took a deep breath and quickly opened the devotee interface on his system panel:

[Daily Spice Point Yield]: 119,328

[S-Rank Devotee]: 0 [Provides 100,000 spice points per day]

[A-Rank Devotee]: 0 [Provides 10,000 spice points per day]

[B-Rank Devotee - Tier I]: 1 [Provides 1,000 spice points per day]

[C-Rank Devotees - Tier II]: 27 [Provides 100 spice points per day]

[D-Rank Devotees - Tier III]: 9,360 [Provides 10 spice points per day]

[E-Rank Devotees - Tier IV]: 21,672 [Provides 1 spice point per day]

[F-Rank Devotees - Tier V]: 3,567 [Provides 1 spice point per 10 days]

Looking at the interface, Owen nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Without even realizing it, I now have 34,626 devotees."

Judging by their levels and their spice point contributions, his daily harvest of divine points now exceeded 119,000.

Just from his devotees’ offerings alone, he had reached a daily income that was completely unimaginable for other deities!

Of course, he had to thank the Silver God—who, before his fall, generously "donated" over 6,000 devotees to him.

Without that, Owen’s current influence wouldn’t have reached this level.

Moreover, Owen estimated that, as word of today’s grand miracle spread, the number of his devotees would soon skyrocket even further!

Currently, most of his followers were residents of Annasi Town, but nearby Black Iron Town had an even larger population—and most of them weren’t his devotees yet.

Once they heard about what had happened today, how could they possibly resist the pull of a god who showered his people with such divine favors?

His influence would grow by the thousands—perhaps tens of thousands.

In addition, many wandering human refugees scattered across the land had been watching from the shadows, hesitant to make a move. But after today, they would no longer hesitate.

Still...

"Even though I now have a lot of devotees," Owen murmured, "if I want to reach the true mastermind behind this divine realm... I’m still far from ready."

His goal wasn’t just to become the strongest god in this world.

He wanted to ascend even further—to eventually confront the being behind the curtain.

Even though his current daily divine income was impressive, it still wasn’t enough to accelerate his progress toward the higher ranks.

That’s why he decided—

He would continue forging Hellish Artifacts, and at the same time, sell off the herbal essence from the Broodmother and the specialized potions derived from Bloodwolves.

With these assets, he could amass divine points at a much faster rate.

By his estimation, most 1-Star Ancient Gods could barely earn a little over 100 divine points per day through their temples.

But thanks to his blessings, his miracles, and the Glazed Elemental Vessel, Owen was already earning close to 30,000 divine points per month!

A total and absolute crushing advantage over all other gods in this realm.

Even the deities from the Taylor Star System would be dwarfed in comparison!

As time marched on—

Two months passed swiftly.

Owen looked down at the Glazed Elemental Vessel in his hand. Feeling the surging Glazed Element gathering within it, the corner of his mouth curled into a confident smile.