I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 168 --Sell Divine Points?

Gazing at the five radiant orbs of divine points hovering before him—each vast and boundless like a galaxy—Owen felt a surge of exhilaration swell within his chest.

He had just sold five Keys of Immortality. With this, he finally possessed enough divine points to ascend to the rank of 3-star Ancient God!

"This Wraith City really is a place of tremendous fortune," he murmured to himself, his excitement hard to conceal. "And this is likely only the beginning. Judging by the looks in their eyes, they’re definitely going to purchase all twenty of the Keys of Immortality I have."

Owen swept his gaze across the five ancient beings standing before him. To him, they looked less like living creatures and more like walking mountains of gold. These weren’t just buyers—they were potential long-term clients.

If he played his cards right, nurtured his relationship with them, and successfully sold them all the remaining Keys of Immortality, the divine points he’d earn would be... astronomical.

"Wait a second."

Suddenly, a thought struck him like lightning, and his smile grew even wider.

The effects of the Key of Immortality were unparalleled. Any powerful being who had reached an advanced age would be desperate to extend their life. This product was not just useful—it was essential. It was survival.

But the problem was, Owen’s current social reach and influence were still too limited. He could only connect with a narrow tier of powerful beings. These five, however... they were different. Each of them was clearly a peak powerhouse in their own domain.

If he could get them to help promote the Keys of Immortality, to act as brokers and distributors, then the speed of his sales would multiply several times over!

Here was the plan: he would sell to them at the base price of 2.75 million divine points per key. They could then act as middlemen, reselling the keys to other gods and powerful entities in need. As for the markup? That was entirely their business.

In this way, Owen wouldn’t just earn a steady, secure profit from direct sales. He’d also have these top-tier beings acting as his free labor, advertising and distributing his product throughout the divine realms!

To ascend to the rank of 3-star Ancient God, one needed 2.25 million divine points. And from there, the requirements would only grow exponentially.

If this business model succeeded, the speed at which Owen could accumulate divine points would be unprecedented—even incomprehensible to other gods.

He already had over 1.8 million divine points. All he lacked was a few hundred thousand more.

Now, having sold five Keys of Immortality and after subtracting fees and the commission to the crystal-orb woman, Owen had netted a staggering 2.3 million divine points.

It was, without exaggeration, a massive profit.

This windfall was enough to catapult him from the peak of 2-star Ancient God to 3-star status, essentially for free.

Once again, Owen had advanced ahead of the rest. Every step he took was faster and more decisive than those around him. Now, his lead was so vast that others could no longer even see his back.

And this acceleration came from one critical source—the hundredfold amplification of his offerings!

Had he only received a twofold amplification, like most other gods, he never would’ve surpassed them. But with a hundredfold boost, he had soared past tens of billions of gods to seize the top position.

Reflecting on this, Owen took a deep breath. A strange sense of wonder swelled in his heart. Then, he turned and left the area.

Inside the divine statue.

As Owen reentered the temple, the divine light—once frozen in a motionless state—began to flow once more.

From the moment he had entered Wraith City to the moment he returned, it seemed as though no time had passed at all.

Even though this was his second time venturing into the city, Owen still felt an uncanny sense of wonder.

It was as though Wraith City existed in another dimension, a separate spacetime, completely still in comparison to this one.

"Is this the mystery of the Land of Reincarnation?" he mused silently.

"No wonder those five ancient beings, as powerful as they are, choose to remain in Wraith City and never leave. With time essentially frozen there, they can endure the passage of countless years without decay."

"But there’s something strange... Divine points are essential for gods to activate divine skills and ascend through the ranks. Those five beings aren’t gods, yet they’re clearly obsessed with divine points. Why?"

A flicker of doubt crossed Owen’s heart, but soon he formed a new theory.

"Could it be... they must pay divine points to remain inside Wraith City for extended periods?"

He shook his head, putting the thought aside for now. There were more pressing matters.

Owen turned his gaze toward his domain, where Henry was currently patrolling the eastern village.

At present, Henry had become the Protector of the Eastern Village. As he wandered the village paths, his thoughts drifted.

Among the other Protectors of the Village—Camilla, Eric, and Robert—each had taken on additional duties related to the handling of ghosts from Hell.

As the number of believers under Owen’s command grew, so too did the territory he controlled. Naturally, more devotees had died, and more ghostly entities had begun to populate the realm.

Camilla was now tasked with tending to herbs while also managing the classification of ghosts based on their past deeds and the strength of their faith in Deus Initium. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Eric used her classifications to assign tasks and responsibilities to each ghost, helping them grow in power.

Robert oversaw punishment—dealing with those who had broken village rules or committed heinous acts in life. These ghosts were subject to his harsh justice.

Together, the three worked with remarkable synergy. Ghost-related affairs in the territory were being managed with increasing efficiency.

And yet, Henry—who held the same rank as them—had received no additional tasks from Deus Initium. This made him wonder if he was lacking in some way, whether it was a matter of ability or effort.

"Henry."

Suddenly, a divine voice echoed in his mind, filled with majestic authority.

Henry dropped to his knees at once, bowing toward the temple with deep reverence. His voice trembled as he spoke:

"Great Deus Initium! Your humble and devoted Vassal God hears your call and is ready to obey!"

Owen’s attention shifted to the depths of Dantean Hell.

"There is an ancient Wraith City on the first level of Dantean Hell," he began. "Within it lies a newly conquered region. From this day forward, you will guard that region on my behalf."

"Furthermore, each month, ten ghostly souls of talented humans will appear in the city. You will be responsible for guiding them through the cycle of reincarnation, ensuring they are reborn in Annasi Town."

"Remember, all the beings within Wraith City are ancient and powerful. Show them respect and humility at all times. Should any serious matter arise, contact me immediately."

Joy bloomed in Henry’s chest. At last, he had a true mission from Deus Initium—a chance to contribute more meaningfully.

He immediately bowed and declared:

"Your Vassal God Henry shall obey Your divine command without question!"

He didn’t inquire about who would manage Eastern Village in his absence. Matters like that were surely already arranged by Deus Initium. His job was simply to carry out the divine orders entrusted to him.

A moment later, the air around him began to twist and ripple, as if a massive black maw had opened in space. Without resistance, it swallowed Henry whole and drew him into the depths of the underworld.

At that moment, Owen acted again.

He embedded a strand of Dantean Hell’s divine runes into Henry’s body.

With this divine imprint, Henry would not only have control over the ten ghostly prodigies but could also oversee the reincarnation of devoted believers, ensuring their rebirth in Annasi Town.

Even more impressively, thanks to the presence of divine order, any believer who had reached devotion level D or higher could retain partial—or even complete—memories of their past life.

Even those who didn’t retain memories would be reborn under the light of divine grace, becoming more devout with every breath.

Their ghostly forms would be strengthened by the divine aura, toughened against the erosion of time, and silently marked with the imprint of the god they served.

With these arrangements made, Owen finally turned his attention downward—toward the hundreds of thousands of divine points now in his possession.

He had been a 2-star peak Ancient God for some time. It was finally time to advance.

"To ascend, I’ll need more than just divine points," he muttered. "There are other preparations. I’ve been sidetracked by too many matters lately. I can’t delay any longer."

He glanced across his territory.

The population had now reached nearly 400,000. Many residents of nearby towns had migrated into the four villages under his domain.

Outside his territory, the surrounding towns had also been cleared and reorganized. Under John, Frank, and the army of Awakeners, they had not only cleansed these lands but spread the faith of Deus Initium, urging more migrants to relocate into his domain.

This surge in population had naturally led to a surge in devout believers.

"To become a 3-star Ancient God," Owen said, "the central villages of my domain must first be upgraded into city-level settlements. Only then can I fulfill the ascension criteria."

Though Annasi Town had expanded many times and now looked like a small city, it was still officially listed as a town—the same status it had held since Tom’s last administrative upgrade.

To take it further, it wasn’t up to Tom.

A settlement could only be upgraded to a city by the authority of Fioreia City, which governed a much wider territory and had far greater administrative power.

They would need the official endorsement of Fioreia’s mayor, and a proclamation sent throughout the Caesar Empire to formally elevate Annasi from a town to a city.

Only by following this process would Annasi receive recognition from the remnants of the Caesar Empire’s administrative and spiritual hierarchy—and gain access to the empire’s residual Primal Faith.

Fortunately, Owen already held a considerable amount of Caesar Empire’s original divine faith stockpile.