I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 159 --Regional Division

Facing Owen’s interrogation, Sexson immediately disclosed the mysterious ritual he knew of, without the slightest hesitation.

The sheer terror of confronting Owen left him no room for resistance or deceit; he only wished to comply, hoping to earn a slim chance of survival from Owen’s hand.

After listening to Sexson’s account of the ritual, Owen asked several more probing questions. Then, with a sweeping motion of his hand, divine light erupted, and Sexson’s soul instantly shattered into nothingness.

Having erased the man, Owen returned once more to the Divine Space, a faint trace of astonishment flashing across his expression.

"These people actually managed to develop a ritual that allows them to harness the power of the Aberration to enhance their own level and combat strength... I wonder how they even figured it out..."

According to John’s understanding of the Aberration, its essence contained extremely dense divine order.

However, that divine order had long since been corrupted. Using it through ordinary methods would only result in inevitable pollution, eventually leading to a wretched death.

Even if one utilized that mysterious ritual, it could not completely avoid corruption — at best, it allowed temporary manipulation of Aberration energy.

Sexson’s body had been a perfect testament to that fact.

"The Aberration Church... This organization is anything but simple. Sexson was merely an outer member, yet he already possessed such dangerous methods. Their inner circle must be even more deeply intertwined with the Aberration..."

"Moreover, judging by their purpose and research direction, they seem determined to master the Aberration’s power itself."

Owen quietly engraved the name of this force into his memory.

As his Godhood rank continued to ascend, the scope of his territory would expand in tandem. Naturally, the forces he would encounter along the way would only become stronger and more formidable.

Many of these forces were likely destined to become his enemies.

After all, humanity now teetered on the brink of extinction. Across vast stretches of land, spellbeasts and Aberrations ruled unchallenged — or worse yet, traitorous humans who had embraced corruption, forging powers that coexisted with spellbeasts and Aberrations alike.

"To think that humanity has fallen so low... Have all the former top-tier human powerhouses perished?"

A trace of confusion stirred in Owen’s heart.

However, he quickly shook his head and shifted his focus back to the task interface.

Not long ago, a notification had popped up — the third phase of the second round mission had finally been refreshed.

He had already completed the previous tier-2 segment of the mission.

Perhaps because he had outpaced the other gods by such a vast margin, the system had delayed refreshing the third stage.

Only now had it finally arrived.

And as Owen’s gaze swept across the newly issued mission, his eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

Third Phase Mission:

You have entered Dantean Hell, yet find the place eerily deserted. You may dispatch a Vassal God to permanently occupy a region within Wraith City. Doing so may lead to tremendous rewards.

Mission Rewards:

300 Beginner Awakening Scrolls60 Intermediate Awakening Scrolls12 Advanced Awakening Scrolls3 Superior Awakening Scrolls4 Rich Soil Scrolls4000 Divine Points

After reading through the mission details, Owen’s attention instinctively locked onto the phrase "tremendous rewards."

He had visited Hell before — it had been nothing but desolation.

Now, however, the mission directed him to occupy a region within it.

This led him to recall the five mysterious beings he had previously encountered within Dantean Hell.

Those five, suspected to be the top-ranked individuals on the Killing Leaderboard, each occupied their own distinct regions within Wraith City.

Given the sheer terror of their existence, it was clear that occupying a region in Wraith City must be linked to some monumental opportunity!

"As long as I station someone in a region long enough, I should uncover its secrets. But among my six Vassal Gods, who would be the best choice to send?"

Owen lapsed into brief contemplation.

After all, each of his Vassal Gods had important duties:

James and Tommy were responsible for managing the mountains, rivers, and handling affairs involving the Infernal Envoys and ghost-related matters.

They were currently the backbone of his territory’s internal operations and could not be easily spared.

Meanwhile, the four Protectors stationed at the outlying villages had relatively lighter responsibilities.

Choosing someone from among them would be the most appropriate.

"Eric should be the one to go."

Eric, after all, had previously served as a village chief and had assisted John and Thomas in managing various territorial affairs.

He was steady, experienced, and capable of adapting flexibly to changing situations — crucial qualities for surviving in Wraith City, a domain tainted by Aberration.

Having made his decision, Owen immediately stepped forward, tearing through space to return to Dantean Hell.

Wraith City

Even though this was his second time stepping foot into this ancient city, Owen was still awestruck by its towering and magnificent presence.

As he delved deeper into the city’s interior, he found that the countless palaces and houses remained unchanged from before.

Just like last time, a sense of age and eeriness permeated the atmosphere.

Each building covered an expansive area, though they generally weren’t tall — most stood only two or three stories high.

"According to the mission prompt, occupying a region will yield significant rewards. But could the size of the occupied area affect the reward amount?"

Pondering this, Owen cast a scrutinizing gaze across the sprawling cityscape ahead.

The entire city was crisscrossed with numerous streets that divided it into a grid of sectors. Each sector had slightly different architectural styles.

Based on his previous observations, these sectors could be roughly divided into nine levels:

The smallest sectors contained just a single isolated building and were located at the city’s outermost edges.The closer to the city center one ventured, the larger and more densely packed each sector became.

The largest sectors, situated at the very core of Wraith City, each contained close to a thousand buildings — grand and imposing beyond imagination. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

However, the terrifying existences suspected to be the top five on the Killing Leaderboard had only managed to occupy about 700 buildings, corresponding to a level-7 sector.

"Even those monstrous beings couldn’t claim the innermost level-9 sectors?"

Owen murmured softly to himself, a gleam of divine radiance flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"Then... can I aim for a sector beyond their level? A level-8 sector with even more buildings?"

This wasn’t mere arrogance.

Owen was now a 2-star Limit Ancient God, having broken past the standard limit by relying on the crystal core!

This mission, he surmised, was designed for ordinary 2-star Ancient Gods — those still struggling to reach his current level.

Given that few gods had even advanced to 2-star rank, and considering his comprehensive combat power overwhelmingly surpassed theirs, Owen had every reason to be confident.

With this thought, Owen sprinted directly toward the heart of Wraith City.

As he rushed forward, a familiar voice rang out in surprise.

"You brat, you’re back again?!"

It was the self-proclaimed "Titan," who stared wide-eyed at Owen’s return.

After all, Owen had only left this place not too long ago.

"Are all you newcomers this strange? Since when could Dantean Hell be entered and exited so freely?"

Shaking his head in confusion, Titan nevertheless greeted Owen warmly and — unsurprisingly — tried once again to sell him a glass of wine.

"Kid, you already know the benefits of my wine! Now it’s available at a bone-crushing discount — only 880,000 divine points! It’ll do you a world of good!"

"I’m telling you, once you taste even a single drop of this wine, you’ll realize it’s the best decision you’ve ever made!"

Owen couldn’t help but shake his head.

This Titan was truly a peculiar character — why was he so obsessed with peddling his wine?

Or perhaps... divine points had unusual significance within Wraith City?

Thinking of this possibility, Owen halted his advance and sincerely asked, "Esteemed Titan, may I ask — what exactly are the benefits of occupying a region within Wraith City?"

Hearing this, Titan blinked, then chuckled lightly.

"You want to occupy a region too?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult that actually is?"

Back in the day, it had taken Titan tremendous effort and countless struggles just to claim the region he currently occupied.

And Titan wasn’t just anyone — he was a titan of strength and influence.

This newcomer, who had only recently entered Dantean Hell, already dared to harbor such bold ambitions? Truly, ignorance bred courage!

Still, seeing Owen’s earnest expression, Titan decided to offer a bit of advice.

"Since fate has brought us together, I’ll give you a word of warning: if you really want to claim a territory here, aim for the outermost sectors."

"They’re smaller in size and significantly easier to occupy."

"If you dare set your sights on sectors like mine — or even larger ones — you’d best abandon that thought entirely."

"In the past, plenty of individuals far stronger and more experienced than you tried their luck here. After exhausting themselves to the limit, they only managed to secure level-6 regions — and even then, only the very best among them succeeded."