I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 91 --Leaderboard Rankings

To that energetic young god—

"A few hundred points? No way!"

He had fought tooth and nail just to earn 10 points—barely breaking into double digits—while Owen casually claimed he had racked up a triple-digit score. Wouldn’t that make him look like a complete loser?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Besides, Owen had come out of the trial around the same time as he had. He himself had been killed almost instantly. Surely Owen was the same. There was no way he could’ve earned several hundred points.

Other nearby gods chimed in:

"If he really got a few hundred points, I’ll be his damn dog!"

Owen glanced at them but didn’t bother arguing. These were bottom-tier gods—after three full trials, most of them hadn’t even broken double digits.

Trying to reason with them was like a chicken talking to a duck. Pointless.

After all these months, they hadn’t even become 1-Star gods. Frankly, they were the scraps of society.

Talking to them was nothing but a waste of time.

Owen’s silence, however, was taken by the others as a sign of guilt or cowardice.

But to them, it was par for the course. After all, bragging didn’t cost anything.

"It’s been so long already... and some gods still haven’t come out? Now that’s interesting."

Owen’s attention shifted to the third layer of clouds overhead, his expression thoughtful.

He had initially hoped to use this tournament to find some powerful gods to befriend—fellow warriors who could grow stronger together.

But now? Ninety-nine percent of these gods were utterly worthless as allies.

Only those still hanging on in the third cloud layer were worth watching.

Eventually, even the other gods began shifting their attention upward.

"Fifty terrifying dark gods, and someone’s still holding out in there? How is that even possible?"

Shock spread across their faces.

They had experienced firsthand how horrifying the dark gods were. No matter how they wracked their brains, they couldn’t understand how anyone was still surviving in there.

Under their stunned gazes, the remaining gods who had been trapped in the third layer’s special realm finally began reappearing—each with visible lingering fear on their faces.

Owen took the opportunity to scan them. The ones who had survived that hopeless situation all emitted a unique presence.

They were not on the same level as nameless gods.

The one who had lasted the longest was a 1-Star Peak Ancient God—who had clearly used some unknown method to hold out.

In general, most of the gods here hadn’t even reached 1-Star Peak, let alone 2-Star Ancient God.

This was entirely within Owen’s expectations. At this early stage, there weren’t many ways to earn divine points, and even gathering a few hundred was incredibly difficult—let alone saving up over ten thousand like he had.

"To survive that kind of siege with just a 1-Star Peak rank... That’s impressive. Among billions of gods, there are indeed hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Owen was genuinely surprised.

If he hadn’t participated, that god would likely have claimed first place in this tournament.

With that thought, Owen’s interest in the leaderboard rankings was piqued. freewёbnoνel.com

Although he was confident no one could surpass him, the final results hadn’t been announced yet, and the rewards for the top ten thousand were still a mystery.

He was eager to see if things would go exactly as he had expected—especially because he was extremely curious about the rewards.

Given how grand this whole tournament had been, orchestrated by that being behind the scenes, Owen was sure the prizes would be incredible.

As that thought formed, brilliant light erupted from the three cloud layers above.

The light converged into a massive projection in the sky—a leaderboard that replaced the firmament itself. Every god present looked up immediately.

"The leaderboard! The top ten thousand rankings have been announced!"

At that moment, everyone held their breath as the rankings began to scroll from the bottom up.

"Ten thousandth place... 25 points? How is that even possible?!"

Many gods were stunned. Most nameless gods had given it their all and hadn’t even cracked ten points.

And yet this was the ten thousandth place! Just how fearsome were the gods participating in this tournament?

While the others reeled in disbelief, Owen remained calm. After all, with ten billion gods participating, there were bound to be some formidable ones. A 25-point finish at the bottom of the leaderboard was completely within expectations.

The rankings continued to scroll...

Soon, only the top three remained!

Every god was wide-eyed, staring intently.

3rd place: 51 points2nd place: 62 points1st place: 420 points!

The moment the top rankings were revealed, the entire crowd was stunned.

At the same time, the clouds above rolled and three radiant pillars of light descended from the heavens, spotlighting the top three gods, making them the center of everyone’s attention.

Owen felt warm sunlight enveloping him, unbelievably soothing. Then his body slowly rose into the air, standing high above the sea of gods alongside the second- and third-place finishers.

He stood at the very top, the pillar of light around him the brightest and most divine, radiating a godly pressure that bent space itself.

From above, looking down on the countless gods, Owen felt like he was watching a swarm of ants—all staring up in awe, mouths agape, eyes full of shock and fear.

The gods who had been standing near Owen earlier were so stunned their eyeballs almost popped out.

"My god... he really did get a few hundred points. I deserve to die—I actually dared to mock a supreme being!"

That energetic young god was now drenched in sweat, trembling in fear.

The others who had mocked Owen were also shaking like leaves, their faces pale with terror.

Among this countless horde of gods, they had laughed at Owen for being arrogant... only to realize now that they were the true fools.

Who would’ve thought that this guy had actually scored over four hundred points?

They’d all seen it—Owen had come out just as quickly as they had. How could he possibly have earned such an absurd score in that short time?

Once the initial shock faded, curiosity and fervent admiration filled their eyes.

Owen had crushed the ten billion gods here to take first place.

Now they all wanted to know—what kind of reward would such a ranking bring?

Given how grand this whole event was, they were sure the being behind the scenes wouldn’t be stingy.

Everyone stared at the glowing 420-point score above Owen’s head, unable to believe it was real.

420 points!

How did he do it?!

Most of them couldn’t even scrape together 20 points!

More shocking still, Owen’s score doubled that of the second and third place!

The difference was so massive, they couldn’t even comprehend it.

"If he can get over 400 points at this stage... with growth like his, we’ll all end up living in his shadow."

"Something’s not right with that score. Over 400 points? No way!"

"Exactly! He must’ve used some secret trick!"

"I’d love to see his scores from all three tests—how did he even rack that up?"

"He must be a peak-tier Tier-1 god by now!"

"1-Star Peak? That’s impossible! Where would he even get that many divine points?"

Suspicion and disbelief filled the crowd. After all, the gap was so outrageous, it was like he wasn’t even from the same universe.

The second and third-place gods, who had been proud just moments ago, now looked devastated.

Despite placing so highly, they felt completely defeated.

Why did it feel like the sky had fallen even though they were second and third?

The difference in score was so massive it felt incomprehensible—a total crushing blow to their pride.