I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 160 --The Tier-8 Zone, Humanity’s Top Ten in History

Chapter 160: Chapter160-The Tier-8 Zone, Humanity’s Top Ten in History

Facing Titan’s dismissive attitude, Owen simply smiled and replied, "How will I know it’s impossible unless I try?"

Although he trusted that the man before him wasn’t lying, it was clear that Titan spoke from the perspective of an ancient god—a god from many years ago.

Whether it was a primordial god or one like himself, forcibly brought into this place, Owen firmly believed he was not weaker than any of them!

In fact, he could confidently say that he was even stronger!

After all, thanks to numerous tributes that had enhanced him by percentages each time, his rate of ascension had long since left other gods far behind.

Now that the system had just initiated the third phase of tasks, if he didn’t take the opportunity to challenge himself, it would be a disgrace.

Seeing the strange firmness and self-assurance in Owen’s gaze, Titan chuckled softly and said, "Since you’re this confident, go ahead and try. Just don’t come blaming me afterward if you fail!"

Even someone at Titan’s level could only occupy a Tier-7 zone for now.

As for Owen, that reckless youngster, he truly wouldn’t shed tears until he saw the coffin!

Owen glanced around. This entire area was filled with Tier-7 zones—approximately thirty such domains.

Looking further toward the center of Wraith City, he could see that Tier-8 zones grew increasingly rare and distant.

After scanning for a while, Owen eventually locked his eyes onto a section where countless tall towers rose into the sky.

It seemed to be a special cemetery, with each towering structure built over ancient existences, exuding deep and oppressive soul fluctuations.

A flicker of excitement stirred within Owen’s heart. Without hesitation, he charged straight toward the largest tower at the center.

And as he approached the area, the pressure grew ever more terrifying—what began as tenfold gravity increased to a hundredfold, and by the time he reached the tallest tower, the gravity had solidified like an immovable wall, forming an impassable barrier.

Yet none of this deterred Owen.

Although he already sensed the uniqueness of this area, he had come this far, and retreat was simply not an option for him.

Even if he failed, he had to at least give it a try.

Besides, trial missions like these shouldn’t pose any real mortal danger—otherwise, other gods wouldn’t have succeeded in passing them.

More importantly, Owen was already dreaming bigger: if he could successfully occupy a Tier-8 zone, he planned to go even further—to seize the largest Tier-9 zone!

Fueled by this ambition, Owen’s body wriggled and twisted against the crushing pressure, forcefully squeezing himself into the tall black tower.

A layer of black neutrality enveloped him, and in the next instant, he disappeared completely from Titan’s perception.

Titan’s pupils contracted sharply.

All along, he had assumed that once Owen felt the crushing pressure near the Tier-8 zone, he would back down.

Never had he expected that the youngster would charge headfirst into it, with the reckless determination of a madman!

"This kid... I can’t tell whether he’s courageous or simply overconfident. The difficulty of Tier-8 zones is such that even I couldn’t overcome them, let alone a young fledgling like you..."

Yet Titan sighed after a moment, as if recalling something, and muttered to himself:

"When he truly runs into a wall, he’ll understand how fierce this place really is. By then, he’ll obediently settle for a Tier-5 zone.

If he can become as strong as the previous gods, that would already be an extraordinary achievement.

As for surpassing them... that’s nothing but a fool’s dream."

While Owen was charging into the Tier-8 zone, the other living beings scattered throughout Wraith City instantly sensed the disturbance and turned their gazes toward the direction he had headed.

"That seems to be the god who entered earlier... he’s actually heading straight for the Tier-8 zone! Madness! He’s completely insane!" someone exclaimed.

"I actually think it’s a good thing he’s so confident," another countered. "Without the courage of those who come after us, how could anything new ever be achieved?

Timidness achieves nothing!"

Discussions erupted among the various beings—some supporting Owen, others criticizing him.

"Most confident gods are backed by great strength," one being observed. "Besides, have you not noticed? That god’s origins seem unusually mysterious."

"So what if he’s mysterious?" another retorted. "Are you seriously suggesting he could stand shoulder to shoulder with us—or even surpass us?"

Their souls continued to transmit telepathically.

"I don’t truly believe he’ll surpass us," said another, "but the fact that he dares to try means he’s worth paying attention to."

"Besides, don’t forget—within the Tier-8 zones, Domain Lords are born.

Those beings are not something he can withstand."

"If he succeeds... wouldn’t that mean his future prospects are limitless? That he might even stand above us?"

As the arguments grew increasingly heated, a tall woman holding a semi-transparent crystal orb suddenly batted her long eyelashes and spoke slowly:

"You’re all busy arguing here, but how can you be so sure he doesn’t have the potential to claim a Tier-8 zone?"

"For us, this hellscape is a trial of strength.

But for him... it is a trial of potential.

His destiny, when reflected within my galaxy of stars, is shrouded in mist. I cannot see through it."

"Perhaps the final outcome will disappoint you all."

As her voice faded, the surrounding beings all fell silent.

None dared to argue—for among them, the woman’s strength was far deeper and more unfathomable than theirs.

At the same time, inside the pitch-black gravitational field surrounding the towering structure, Owen remained extremely cautious, vigilantly scanning the unfamiliar environment.

The place resembled a room devoid of light, utterly dark, where even extending one’s hand yielded nothing but shadows.

Even Owen’s divine eyes could only barely make out the outlines: in the center of the tall tower stood a black stone pillar, roughly a meter in width and length, but soaring upward to an impressive height.

As Owen’s gaze fell upon the stone pillar, the inky darkness upon it suddenly began to ripple, as if ink were spreading through water.

Gradually, words began to appear:

Challenger: Owen

Godhood Rank: Tier-2 Limit God

Current Age: 160 months

Challenge Rules: Defeat three gatekeepers who were once ranked among humanity’s top ten strongest individuals [at the same age as the challenger].

Seeing this, Owen finally let out a small breath of relief.

Though he was highly confident in his abilities, the thought of directly challenging individuals ranked in humanity’s top ten was daunting.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the peak versions of those individuals he had to face—only their versions at the same age he was now.

This greatly eased Owen’s mind.

Yet, another flicker of confusion passed through him: his true age wasn’t 160 months.

Since he had become a god, only sixteen months had passed.

It seemed the system had multiplied his age by ten.

Meaning that for the purposes of this trial, he was considered approximately thirteen years old.

Facing individuals who, at thirteen years old, had already ranked among humanity’s top ten combatants...

That actually sparked a hint of excitement in Owen.

Anyone who could achieve that at such a young age would already have demonstrated overwhelming potential and combat prowess.

These weren’t ordinary talents—they were terrifying monsters destined to rule eras.

Moreover, Owen quickly realized an important point:

The later he attempted this challenge, the harder it would become.

If he delayed even a few months, he would have to face slightly older versions of those prodigies—prodigies who grew exponentially stronger year by year.

"If I came a few months later," Owen murmured to himself, "the ones I’d have to challenge might already be a few years older... and with geniuses like that, even a year’s growth is a world of difference."

He thoroughly understood the terrifying difficulty of this trial now.

One had to remember: the beings ranked in humanity’s top ten were individuals selected from billions.

Each of them could dominate an entire era.

Each one was an invincible awakening powerhouse almost beyond match.

Owen even had a strong hunch that not even all the so-called Eight Celestial Gods—those legendary leaders of humanity—would necessarily rank among these top ten!

Even facing them at the age of thirteen, they would already have the aura of invincibility.

"No wonder Titan said I was dreaming," Owen muttered under his breath.

"This level of difficulty isn’t something ordinary gods can handle.

Other gods would probably collapse in despair the moment they learned who they had to fight."

He finally understood why even the best gods before him had only occupied Tier-6 zones at most.

They lacked his external multipliers—no tribute percentage boosts—and when they entered here, their challenges were already nightmarish.

No wonder none of them succeeded.

By current estimates, to even enter Wraith City proper, one needed to slay the giant sentinels guarding the entrance.

And those sentinels were immensely powerful—at least the strength of a Tier-2 Ancient God was needed to kill one.

At present, most gods were merely Tier-1 Limit Ancient Gods.

Those who reached Tier-2 were extremely rare.

Of course, it wasn’t unheard of.

The rewards for the top three in the recent Divine Order Exchange Tournament had been extremely generous.

Still, from what Owen had gathered, he was likely the first among this batch of gods to reach this level.