I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 154 --The Five Unique Beings

The possibility that Owen and the other gods were not the first group to arrive here struck him with sudden gravity. His expression darkened as his thoughts raced.

If there were indeed predecessors—gods who came before them—then where were they now?

Could they all have perished within the cruel confines of Dantean Hell?

That was certainly a worrying prospect. But Owen couldn’t rule out another explanation: the existence of innate gods—those who had been born with divinity rather than acquired it through ascension or faith.

Of course, based on the historical records he’d seen within the Caesar Empire, there had never been mention of such beings. Not once had an innate god been formally documented.

Yet Owen knew well that the Caesar Empire, like all human kingdoms, was but a brief flicker in the endless timeline of existence. The absence of records didn’t necessarily mean the absence of reality.

His instincts told him that many realms—perhaps all realms—must have birthed their own primordial gods during their creation. It seemed likely that the gods Titan had spoken of earlier were such beings.

After all, without these innate gods, how could such fearsome spellbeasts exist, or how could entities like aberrations contain fragments of order?

Even Owen himself, a god born through cultivation and faith, wouldn’t exist were it not for the foundation laid by those ancient, primal divinities.

He thought back to the divine tournament he had participated in not long ago—the one hosted in that dark, god-infested realm.

That strange world had left a deep impression on him. Unlike his own realm, it had contained no gods from the human factions. Every single god he encountered there had been of a darker nature—predators, parasites, tyrants who raised and devoured humans like livestock.

If there had once been divine guardians in that realm, they were now long gone—erased from history or consumed by the endless night.

The universe was filled with too many mysteries, too many contradictions. Whether in his own realm or others, the truth seemed always just out of reach.

Owen let out a slow breath, shaking his head.

"There are limits to what I can understand at my current level."

No matter how curious or determined he was, there were things he simply could not force. Not yet. But once his Godhood rank improved, perhaps then he could unravel these truths. After all, this was a world ruled by gods, where power dictated knowledge and destiny.

He turned to Titan with a polite smile.

"Lord Titan, I don’t have enough divine points on me right now. But next time we meet, I promise—I’ll buy a glass."

With that, Owen swiftly turned and left, ignoring Titan’s amused calls as he disappeared into the spectral mist.

Not long after...

As Owen ventured deeper into the wraith city, he spotted another peculiar figure atop a crimson tower.

This was the second unique being.

She wore an immaculate wedding dress, her presence as cold and distant as the moon. Her eyes shimmered with a pale blue light, like ice forged from ancient winters. The frigid aura that surrounded her was hauntingly beautiful—otherworldly.

In her hand, she held a crystal orb about the size of a clenched fist. Snowflakes drifted gently within the orb, dancing over a long, frozen river that shimmered beneath them. The river extended in both directions into nothingness—no beginning, no end, no source, no mouth. Pure void.

And the woman herself—though she stood clearly before Owen’s eyes—could not be felt through his divine senses. She was like a mirage, both present and absent at once.

As Owen stared at the flowing river within the crystal, a strange sensation overtook him. His mind drifted, and for a brief moment, he felt himself falling into the past.

He saw the rise of the Caesar Empire—its humble beginnings, its relentless expansion, its golden age as a dominant force. He saw its collapse, like a towering skyscraper crumbling under its own weight. Great human warriors wept as their world fell apart. He saw Princess Aysa, standing tall during the final moments, bearing the last will of the Empire as she was sealed away in a crystal coffin.

It was a vision of epic history, vast and tragic.

Yet compared to the endless river of time flowing within the crystal, this imperial saga was but a fleeting ripple—a single snowflake dissolving into a sea of eternity.

Owen’s expression hardened.

These were not hallucinations. What he saw had truly happened. The river of time within the woman’s orb contained real history.

But who was she?

What was this river she held in one hand, as if it weighed nothing? That orb and its boundless contents were far too heavy for any mortal—or even most gods—to bear.

If Titan truly was the "Father of Titan" listed on the Killing Leaderboard, then who was this woman?

She, too, gave Owen the same indescribable sense of awe and danger—an entity so powerful she transcended definition.

Owen pressed forward.

Soon, he encountered the third unique being.

An elderly man—bald, with a serene smile—sat quietly before a massive stone chessboard. He looked up as Owen approached.

"I enjoy playing chess," he said in a kindly voice. "If you can defeat me, I’ll offer you a great fortune."

His eyes sparkled with wisdom—and something far older.

Owen memorized the location and moved on.

Further along the ghostly paths of wraith city, he met the fourth unique being.

This man squatted alone beside the Soul Sea—a turbulent, storm-lashed abyss of lost souls and howling spirits. In his hand was a bamboo fishing rod, devoid of hook or line. Yet he cast it out into the wind as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"You can use this rod to fish," the man said calmly. "Just 1 million divine points per attempt."

No bait. No string. No explanation.

Owen didn’t ask.

And then—near the heart of the city—he found the fifth unique being.

A mischievous little girl dressed in bright red, skipping playfully through the air. In her arms were a basket full of spellbeast eggs, each one glowing with eerie power.

"Want one?" she asked with a grin. "Just 1 million divine points. Pick any egg. Inside, a spellbeast waits to be born."

She winked, holding up a glittering egg that pulsed like a beating heart.

Five beings.

Five profound mysteries.

All of them exuded an otherworldly presence—unfathomable, untouchable.

Owen thought back to the five names etched onto the Killing Leaderboard.

His eyelid twitched.

Could it be...?

Were these five figures—Titan, the woman with the river orb, the chess master, the fisherman, and the red-dressed girl—the very same five whose names appeared on that ominous list?

It was too much of a coincidence to ignore.

But regardless of who they truly were, Owen knew one thing—he was far from ready to get involved in such matters. He lacked the strength, the status, and the understanding.

For now, all he could do was observe, remember, and grow stronger.

He flew onward, reaching the very heart of the wraith city.

This central area was desolate, a stark contrast to the other zones. No buildings. No ruins. Just a vast crater-like chasm, ringed by hardened magma.

Lava still bubbled in places, occasionally spurting upward with a hiss.

At the bottom of the crater was a bottomless abyss. A pit of total darkness. Divine sense could not penetrate it. Any attempt to do so would be instantly devoured.

Owen knew this was the gateway—the path to the deeper levels of Dantean Hell.

Thanks to the fragment of Dantean Hell’s order he now possessed, Owen had obtained a partial understanding of this place’s layout.

Once a soul descended into the abyss, only two outcomes remained.

One, if their sins were cleansed, they would re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. Whether they returned as humans, spellbeasts, or something else—no one could say. It was all up to chance.

Two, if they carried deep, unrepentant sins, they would sink further—into the second layer, where harsher punishments awaited.

"With this sliver of authority I now hold..." Owen murmured, "I can guide the souls of the fallen devotees from Annasi Town directly into reincarnation. I can even increase their chances of being reborn as humans."

It was a powerful gift. Though small, his influence over human reincarnation was already astonishing.

He couldn’t yet see where non-human souls went. His control extended only to the human path. But even that was enough to change lives.

Even though these devotees had died and their faith had dissolved, they had once worshipped him. That former connection still left a mark.

And once reborn into the human world, these souls might once again be drawn to him—to his divine radiance.

Thus would the cycle repeat. More souls. More faith. A growing tide.

"No wonder this fragment of Dantean Hell’s order has such a deep effect," Owen muttered, a strange fire in his eyes.

"How much power will other gods gain in the future, I wonder? Surely the authority of Dantean Hell is limited. It won’t be handed out to everyone."

It was likely, he reasoned, that only the earliest gods to reach this realm would receive such immense rewards.

First come, first served.

And once all the order fragments were distributed, there would be nothing left.

Owen did not descend into the second layer of Dantean Hell.

Instead, he turned and left. frёewebηovel.cѳm

As his figure vanished from the center of the city, the five unique beings—Titan, the ice-clad woman, the chess master, the fisherman, and the red girl—all turned their eyes toward him.

Their expressions were complex.

They had seen many come and go.

But this god named Owen... perhaps he would be different.