I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 176 --Fusion God Skill

The key issue here was the divine point requirement for ascending to a 2-star Peak Ancient God—it reached a staggering one hundred and fifty thousand. That number was nothing short of astronomical.

How did Owen manage to gather so many divine points at this point in time?

Around the Rainbow Bridge, the other gods were all staring at Owen in utter shock. Their expressions were filled with disbelief.

A 2-star Peak Ancient God!

Judging from how effortlessly Owen had crushed Lawrence in combat, there could be no doubt: he had already stepped into the ranks of the 2-star Peak Ancient Gods.

And yet, the strongest of them—beings who stood at the very pinnacle of this multiverse—had only just recently broken through to the 2-star Ancient God stage themselves. Compared to Owen, they were still far from reaching the so-called "Peak."

Owen’s speed of advancement was simply terrifying!

So much so that deep within their hearts, they could no longer summon the will to challenge him. The sheer disparity in their Godhood ranks was like a hammer, smashing their dreams of fighting for first place into dust.

"Fifteen... fifteen thousand divine points? I’ve poured my heart and soul into accumulating mine, and I’ve only managed to gather half that amount. So how in the world has he already reached the full quota?"

After the initial shock, Lawrence and the others were overtaken by a growing wave of doubt and confusion.

After the last tournament rankings, they had all taken a long, hard look at themselves. Since then, they had trained with more resolve than ever before, never letting up even for a moment, all so they could reclaim their lost glory.

And yet, despite all that effort...

Why were they still so far behind Owen?

"I only just became a 2-star Ancient God last month. How is his promotion speed so unreal? That’s one hundred and fifty thousand divine points we’re talking about!"

"No... something’s not right. He must’ve resorted to some shady tricks!"

"Exactly! There’s no way he could’ve pulled so far ahead by legitimate means! If this continues, we’ll look like fools compared to him—just a bunch of inflated windbags."

"This time, we absolutely cannot let him take first place again! If he does, we’ll be stuck living in his shadow forever!"

"But with his Godhood rank surpassing ours, who among us could hope to challenge him?"

"Sure, none of us could win one-on-one, but what if we team up? Even a 2-star Peak Ancient God would fall before our combined might!"

"I say forget it. For one, this tournament is a series of one-on-one duels. Even if it weren’t, do you really think we’d have a guaranteed win by ganging up on him?"

The various gods began murmuring among themselves, and yet the gazes they cast toward Owen were now filled with awe and trepidation.

After all, Owen’s power was overwhelming.

Even someone like Lawrence, once hailed as an apex-level god, couldn’t take a single blow from him.

If they all charged at him together, they’d be nothing more than offerings on an altar.

With that realization, the pride that had once filled the hearts of these dozens of top-tier gods evaporated like morning mist.

From this moment forward, perhaps there would always be a god above them—an existence so powerful, so unreachable, that even catching a glimpse of his shadow would be a rare honor. A being who would rise with terrifying speed and claim his throne at the summit.

After a long round of speculation and heated discussion, silence fell.

And in that stillness, Owen let out a casual yawn and swept his gaze over the gathered gods.

"So, who wants to challenge me for first place this time?" he asked lazily. "Feel free to step up—let me see what you’ve got."

His words hung in the air, but not a single god dared to raise their head, let alone meet his gaze.

No exceptions.

None of them wanted to face Owen, the current—and sole—2-star Peak Ancient God. They knew they stood no chance. To go up against him now would be nothing short of humiliating.

Some of the more perceptive gods even had the unsettling impression that even if they somehow broke through to 2-star Peak themselves, and stood at the same Godhood rank as Owen, they still wouldn’t be able to match him.

The aura that radiated from Owen made their souls tremble.

At this stage, Owen’s Godhood rank was too far ahead of theirs. There was no doubt—he was the rightful first place!

However, the silence didn’t last forever.

A man clad in spellbeast armor slowly stepped forward from among the crowd.

His appearance was rugged and scarred, every inch of him exuding the raw energy of a wild beast. He gave off an almost primal vibe.

Unlike the others, who looked upon Owen with awe, this man—after a brief flicker of hesitation—seemed invigorated, even excited. His tiger-like eyes locked onto Owen, blazing with battlelust.

"I know I’m no match for you," he admitted. "But as the first 2-star Peak Ancient God to appear in this competition, I want to witness your strength firsthand. I want to see just how far behind I truly am."

As he spoke, he stepped steadily onto the Rainbow Bridge.

He was fully aware that this fight would end in his defeat, but he still chose to face it head-on!

Owen had always appreciated opponents with spirit and courage. He welcomed this challenge.

After all, he too wished to measure his own power more clearly—especially against someone formidable.

"Come on, then. Show me your limit," Owen said, beckoning casually with one hand.

Though his gesture was somewhat playful, the man took it in stride. Instead of being offended, he bowed respectfully and introduced himself.

"My name is Heller. A 2-star Ancient God. I’ve recently combined my Light Shield god skill with physical combat techniques. My path is the ultimate defensive force—steamrolling through opposition with an unbreakable defense."

As soon as he finished speaking, brilliant rays of divine light began to surge across his body.

These rays were emanating an aura of impenetrable strength, as though refined metal had been fused into his very bones. His entire form looked to be encased in divine alloy.

Then—he struck.

A plain-looking, direct punch.

But the moment his fist moved, the divine light concentrated around it exploded in brilliance. The roar of his blood surged forth like a tidal wave, obliterating the air across hundreds of meters, creating a vacuum of pure pressure.

The fist carried such force that it disrupted space itself. The distortion spread outward, suppressing everything it touched.

Even Owen raised an eyebrow in interest.

That punch... was ferocious.

It possessed a relentless, overwhelming momentum. In fact, if one looked closely at the vacuum left behind, a phantom image of the fist could be seen etched into space itself—shattering the very earth in its path.

"So there really are some monstrous talents among these gods," Owen thought to himself, deeply impressed.

"This Heller... when it comes to combat talent, he’s definitely one of a kind."

Owen understood very well that attempting to remold a god skill—fully integrating it into one’s body and enhancing its power—was a herculean task.

And yet Heller had succeeded!

The punch he had just thrown was comparable to an attack from a 2-star Peak god skill.

It wasn’t just a minor upgrade—it was a leap forward in power!

Even the once-arrogant Lawrence would have likely been seriously injured if struck by this punch head-on.

"Still... this opens up an entirely new train of thought for me."

After a moment of surprise, Owen’s thoughts began to stir with excitement.

God skills were already powerful on their own. Up until now, his focus had been on refining and mastering each one individually. But now, he realized—what if they could be fused?

What if you could combine two or more god skills in just the right way?

Their effects wouldn’t simply stack. No—it would be an exponential explosion of power!

The next moment, just as the vacuum punch was about to engulf him, Owen’s Divine Vessel suddenly lit up with brilliant golden light.

And then—everything clicked into place.

Mountain Shaking Fist—fused with Spatial Lock Technique.

One punch.

Owen’s fist struck forward.

In front of him, space itself was bound by countless semi-transparent chains.

The onrushing vacuum punch collided with the sealed space—and was instantly ensnared. Like a wild horse suddenly caught in a web of bridles and reins, the attack froze midair.

Then Owen’s punch landed directly on the sealed void.

The entire section of space shattered like porcelain—shards of invisible energy scattering in all directions.

The vacuum punch? Gone without a trace.

Even Heller, who was still in a punching stance, was caught in the aftermath. The shockwaves from the collapsing space tore through his defenses. His divine light shield cracked, and his surging divine blood was rapidly consumed.

Instant defeat.

Another one-shot kill.

Heller’s figure was ejected from the Rainbow Bridge. He stood on the outer edge, staring at Owen in sheer disbelief.

That fusion technique... was something he had spent an enormous amount of time and energy perfecting. It was the very foundation of his confidence in this tournament.

And yet, in front of Owen, it had been dismantled like paper.

Even worse, Owen had watched him carefully—and then, in the very next moment, managed to replicate the concept and fuse his own skills!

Was Owen’s understanding and mastery of god skills truly that deep?

It was unimaginable.

After all, you could only begin to fuse god skills once you’d reached an incredible level of proficiency with each one.

And Owen had just done it effortlessly.

What’s more, the resulting attack was far more terrifying than Heller’s own—several times stronger, perhaps even tenfold.

Seeing Heller frozen in shock, Owen simply smiled and said:

"I was just lucky, that’s all."

In truth, Heller had been a worthy opponent.

Through that battle, Owen had managed to create a new fused god skill—one that could serve as a foundation for even more advanced techniques in the future.

The harvest from this exchange?

Priceless.