I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 140 --Owen, the 2-Star Peak Ancient God

Now that he had ascended to the rank of 2-star Peak Ancient God, Owen finally felt a sense of true security.

He stood at the absolute pinnacle of all deities within the plane—at the very peak of power within the Caesar Empire. Only now did he feel grounded, as though nothing in this world could shake him again.

Without delay, Owen opened up his system interface.

[Personal Information]

Name: Owen

God Name: Deus Initium

Divine Throne: Guardian Deity of the Town

Godhood Rank: 2-star Peak Ancient God

(Upgrade to 3-star Ancient God requires 2.25 million divine points)

Divine Points: 4,622

Spice Points: 4,258,226 (1,000 spice points = 1 divine point)

God Skills:

– Upgrade Missionary (2,500 divine points)

– Meteorfall (1,500 divine points)

– Wind Blade Slash (1,500 divine points)

– Mist of Protection (1,500 divine points)

– Tier-5 Hellish Artifacts (1,500 divine points)

– Undead Enhancement (1,500 divine points)

– Mountain-Shattering Fist (1,500 divine points)

– Spatial Lock (1,500 divine points)

– Gentle Spring Rain (1,500 divine points)

– Divine Eyes (1,500 divine points)

– Light Shield (2,500 divine points)

– Mid-tier Invisibility (2,500 divine points)

– Steel-Touch Enchantment (1,500 divine points)

This time, the system had granted him a large selection of god skills—every one of them powerful and extremely tempting. However, the cost made Owen’s heart ache.

"So expensive..." he muttered under his breath.

Still, without hesitation, he focused his divine sense. His God Mark shot out from the center of his brow, instantly converting the massive reserve of spice points into 4,258 new divine points.

The conversion of over a million spice points was completed in a blink of an eye. Now that he had ascended to the 2-star Peak Ancient God rank, such operations were nearly instantaneous.

He glanced at the updated divine point total—

8,880 divine points.

That was enough to activate any of his newly unlocked god skills five times.

"Although the divine points are a bit scarce right now, the rate at which I can acquire them is extremely fast... not too worrying."

As he murmured to himself, Owen retrieved another cluster of Glazed Element from the Glazed Elemental Vessel.

At that moment, as if sensing Owen’s awakening, a figure condensed from the mountaintop—James.

With reverence, he knelt and bowed toward Owen.

"Great Deus Initium, you’ve awakened?"

As one of Owen’s Vassal Gods, James had clearly felt the divine fluctuations during Owen’s recent advancement. He had been vigilantly protecting the Divine Space, ensuring no disturbance could reach his master.

Now, feeling the aura of Owen’s newly ascended godhood flooding the space, James could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Deus Initium... have you advanced your godhood again?"

The overwhelming divine pressure that radiated from Owen’s Divine Vessel was even stronger than before. James’s gaze was filled with awe. His respect for Owen was so deeply rooted that it was ingrained into his very soul.

As the very first to be granted Vassal God status by Owen, James’s devotion knew no bounds. Even if Owen ordered him to take his own life, he would not hesitate.

Seeing his god advance even further in rank filled him with uncontainable joy.

Owen returned the look with a slight nod. During his month-long slumber, though his body was in deep transformation, he had maintained some awareness of the outside world. He knew that James and Tommy had managed the affairs of the town with great diligence and loyalty, maintaining peace and stability throughout his absence.

Their competence and faithfulness had saved him from countless minor worries.

After offering James a few words of encouragement, Owen turned his attention back to the Glazed Element in his hand—and resolutely sold it to the system.

In an instant, 16,500 divine points surged into his body.

His divine point count exploded from a mere few thousand to over 20,000 in a flash.

With that kind of reserve, even if he were to face a powerful enemy head-on, he could now handle it with absolute confidence.

Even against tier-8 spellbeasts or human Awakeners, he had full certainty of victory.

He was a god now—not just in name, but in strength.

He transcended spellbeasts and mortals alike, an existence that resembled the mythical, legendary beings of old—creatures of such power that ordinary life could not even dream of contending with them.

Moreover, with his newly elevated Godhood Rank, Owen’s territory had expanded once more.

The influence of his divine domain now stretched beyond Annasi Town, encompassing much of its surrounding areas. Even Black Iron, which once stood outside his sphere of control, had now quietly become part of his divine territory.

Three nearby cities—though not entirely within his domain—had already had portions of their districts claimed by his expanding influence.

By rough count, between the population of Black Iron and the newly absorbed outer territories, his divine domain now held over 200,000 souls.

That was a staggering number.

If all of them were to become his devotees, the spice points he could acquire would multiply severalfold.

As long as events occurred within his territory, Owen could perceive them clearly.

At this very moment, Lonehawk Ridge—now under his divine awareness—sent clear images to his mind.

Even Madam Spider, who had concealed her presence so meticulously, could not escape his detection.

Likewise, in the rotting leaves beneath the forest, a black serpent that was silently digging underground tunnels also appeared vividly in his divine vision.

Many tier-5 peak-level spellbeasts had begun to gather near Black Iron, and based on their paths, they were clearly heading toward Annasi Town.

Though Owen had no idea why they were converging there, he chose to ignore them—for now.

In his eyes, those creatures were far too weak.

He could wipe them out with a flick of his finger.

Let them run wild for a while. Let the people experience fear, experience just how dangerous the outside world truly was. Only then would they understand that devoutly worshipping Deus Initium was the wisest path.

Those spellbeasts, vicious and bloodthirsty, were sure to incite fear among the local humans—and that fear, in turn, would become excellent propaganda for Owen’s divine authority.

"Although I’ve already cleansed the surroundings of Black Iron and Annasi Town of spellbeasts and aberrations... the newly absorbed towns and lands are still plagued by them. The beasts there are even crueler than the ones around here..."

Owen frowned slightly as he expanded his awareness.

In the towns similar to Annasi, most of the humans were being raised like livestock by spellbeasts.

Especially in the three cities his domain had partially enveloped—the suffering there was horrific beyond description.

"My population has soared to over 300,000, but my number of devotees is only a little over 40,000. I need to increase that quickly."

To Owen, people weren’t just inhabitants—they were precious resources.

His divine domain was already far larger than that of most gods, giving him a significant advantage—and it was a snowballing advantage, one that would grow bigger with time.

He needed to act quickly to convert more people into devotees, to amass more spice points, and thus continue his rise.

If all 300,000 people became his followers, he could gain over 1,000 divine points per day.

And among so many worshippers, the chance of discovering high-tier or even B-rank believers would rise exponentially.

Of course, convincing hundreds of thousands to become loyal devotees wouldn’t be easy.

The more people there were, the more diverse their thoughts.

To earn their unwavering faith, he would need a plan—and it had to be brilliant.