I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 139 --A Sense of Security

As the two months passed, the Glazed Elemental Vessel had absorbed a sufficient amount of Glazed Element. The radiant essence of these elements was immensely useful—this was exactly what Owen had been patiently waiting for.

Inside Wang Zehua’s bottle, a dazzling light as brilliant as a rainbow shimmered. At that moment, Owen’s mind stirred. In a flash, he appeared within the Divine Space and carefully placed a cluster of Glazed Element into the system’s marketplace.

Moments later, 16,500 divine points surged into Owen’s body.

With this influx, Owen’s total divine point reserve soared to an astonishing 154,622!

Finally—after two months of relentless effort—he had gathered enough divine points to ascend to the level of a 2-star Peak Ancient God!

The realization made Owen take a deep breath, his expression brimming with an intense, almost childlike anticipation.

He had long been preparing for this moment.

"Once I become a Peak 2-star Ancient God... I wonder if I’ll gain some new, incredibly powerful god skills?"

Owen couldn’t help but look forward to the changes this evolution might bring.

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At the same time...

In a remote valley beyond Black Iron, a horde of spellbeasts was swiftly converging from all directions.

"A young talent who achieved elementalization... That’s truly rare. So rare that even the Beast Ancestor was alarmed, enough to send me personally to bring him back. Clearly, this will not be an easy task..."

The one leading the pack was a chillingly fearsome spider-type spellbeast, her appearance menacing and grotesque. Her head was covered in vertical eyes, each glinting with a sinister chill that made even the air around her seem colder.

Though she had absolute confidence in her strength and in her faction’s dominance, she knew that this time, things were different. There were too many other spellbeasts eyeing the same prize—too many competitors for that young human talent.

And some of those spellbeasts... even she had to be wary of.

However, according to the information she’d received, none of those particularly dangerous spellbeasts had made a move yet.

"Anyone who reaches elementalization is bound to be extraordinary... and yet, something about this just doesn’t feel right."

She murmured to herself and changed course—heading directly toward Annasi Town.

Everywhere her eight thick spider legs passed, thick, white webs were left behind. Sticky, corrosive, and foul-smelling, they sizzled upon contact with the air and earth, emitting black smoke as they melted whatever they touched.

But halfway there, she suddenly came to a halt.

Spider Sense.

Something was off.

Her Spider Sense—her most treasured instinct—had just sounded an ominous warning.

It was this uncanny sense that had allowed Madam Spider to survive countless battles between spellbeasts, climbing the ladder of slaughter to reach where she stood today.

Were it not for this Spider Sense, she would’ve died a hundred times over by now.

"No... Something’s definitely wrong. I need to head to Lonehawk Ridge first."

Lonehawk Ridge—a secret foothold she had planted in this region. It was a pawn left behind to keep an eye on Black Iron’s activity.

The moment a powerful spellbeast was born there, or a strong human appeared, or rare herbs emerged—it was Lonehawk Ridge’s job to alert her immediately.

But this time... a human prodigy had undergone elementalization, and yet she hadn’t received a single report from Lonehawk Ridge.

That was highly suspicious.

As Madam Spider adjusted her direction toward the ridge, hidden among the fallen leaves on the ground, a black venomous serpent slowly revealed itself—its forked tongue flicking through the air.

Its cold eyes watched Madam Spider’s retreating figure with a slight frown.

"So it’s Madam Spider... Hah, what a troublesome opponent to run into this time."

With that, the serpent retracted its body and vanished into the underbrush once again.

There were many spellbeasts drawn to Black Iron this time—but only one that truly made him feel wary:

This cunning, ruthless Madam Spider.

"Sure, plenty of spellbeasts are after that human genius this time, but I came prepared. You think you can snatch him from under me? Heh... you’re all too naive!"

A cold chuckle slipped from the serpent’s mouth, his narrow pupils flickering with gleams of sinister calculation.

Though he regarded Madam Spider with caution, that was the extent of his concern.

Moments later, the serpent’s body slowly melted into the ground, merging with the earth as though he had become one with it. No trace of his presence remained.

With all his preparations in place, he was confident that no spellbeast could stop him.

As for the humans?

Trash. Utterly insignificant.

Their power levels were so low it made him lose his appetite.

He didn’t even bother considering them threats. After all, he was a tier-6 peak spellbeast—the kind of being that sent humans running for their lives the moment he appeared.

If he chose to act, he could devour not just a small town, but even a city, in one swift gulp.

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Back within the Divine Space...

Owen slowly opened his eyes, golden irises gleaming as if cast from molten metal. A divine pressure burst forth from his body, distorting the very space around him.

Golden light shimmered in the air, swirling around him like a halo of divine power.

It had been a month since he spent 150,000 divine points to ascend to the rank of a Peak 2-star Ancient God.

And today, after a full month of focused cultivation—

He had succeeded.

"Peak 2-star Ancient God... This is worlds beyond just being a regular 2-star Ancient God."

The divine points now surged through his body like roaring rivers. Owen could feel it—his mere physical strength alone was now capable of shaking mountains and splitting peaks.

He wielded unimaginable might.

And this wasn’t some illusion or overconfidence—it was a real, tangible transformation.

Because with this breakthrough, his Divine Vessel had awakened to a whole new level.

He had fully mastered the Divine Vessel.

This wasn’t just a passive trait—it was a unique state. Once activated, it drastically boosted both his combat prowess and his recovery speed, turning him into a nearly indestructible war machine.

Like an immortal cockroach. But, y’know... divine.

He had now begun to show the faintest trace of what it truly meant to be a god—undying, eternal, and unshakable.

At this point, his strength completely crushed that of any normal 2-star Ancient God.

And more importantly, the Divine Vessel didn’t even consume divine points to activate. It was a built-in feature—a part of his very nature now.

Just by relying on this Divine Vessel form, without any god skills, he could go toe-to-toe with a tier-7 Awakener.

And if he went all-out with his god skills?

Most tier-8 Awakeners wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

In human society, tier-8 Awakeners were extremely rare—they were the apex of the power hierarchy.

Among spellbeasts, a tier-8 was often revered as a patriarchal figure, one who could dominate entire mountain ranges and rule over vast regions.

Within the Caesar Empire, even tier-7 Awakeners were few and far between—let alone tier-8.

And now, with this breakthrough, Owen had stepped into the realm of Caesar Empire’s true elites.

That knowledge finally brought a rare smile to his face.

With power like this, he could lie low in a quiet corner of the empire, quietly growing stronger like a slumbering dragon. No one could afford to provoke him casually. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Of course, Owen wasn’t arrogant enough to let his guard down.

He knew well that this world was far from simple—spellbeasts, aberrations, otherworldly beings were everywhere.

It was precisely because of the lack of safety in his heart... that he had always stayed low-key and pushed himself to grow stronger—at all costs.