I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 70 --A New Order Fragment

At this moment, inside the divine statue—

Owen gazed at the corrupted order fragment in his palm, his heart brimming with excitement as he began infusing it with divine points.

1 divine point!

5 divine points!

50 divine points!

...

As time passed, a total of 135 divine points poured into the blackened order fragment, gradually purging the Aberration’s corruption.

"Not bad—150 order fragments in total!"

A smile appeared on Owen’s lips.

When he had previously eradicated the tentacle Aberration, he had only obtained 100 order fragments.

However, this Aberration Castle had been significantly stronger, yielding an additional 50 fragments.

Even though he had spent 285 divine points in total—deploying Divine Descent, casting Meteorite Spell, and Fireball—the harvest of 150 order fragments was undoubtedly a huge profit!

"With 200 order fragments in my possession, I now have enough to bestow the title of ’Vassal God’ upon two B-ranked devotees..."

Owen murmured to himself.

Unfortunately, only Tommy was currently undergoing the transformation into a B-ranked devotee.

That was a slight disappointment, but since Tommy’s transformation was still ongoing, a second B-ranked devotee would likely emerge in due time.

From what he had gathered in previous conversations between Thomas and Tommy, a crucial factor in becoming a B-ranked devotee was emotional turmoil.

Tommy, who had always been deeply emotional, had endured a spellbeast’s relentless pursuit and had been driven to the brink of despair.

It was only after receiving Deus Initium’s divine protection that he survived—changing not just his own fate, but that of his entire family.

That was why his faith in Deus Initium was unwavering.

However, cultivating another B-ranked devotee in a similar manner wouldn’t be easy.

"Some things must happen naturally. Forcing them might have the opposite effect."

After contemplating for a while, Owen decided it was best to wait and observe.

As long as he continued to fulfill his role as a god, his devotees’ faith in him would only grow stronger.

In time, some of the C-ranked devotees would likely ascend to B-ranked devotees on their own.

With that settled, Owen temporarily put his thoughts aside and resumed forging low-tier Hellish Artifacts.

Even though he had accumulated a substantial amount of divine points, no god ever believed they had too many.

Moreover, if another god reached the 1-Star Peak Ancient God rank and started eradicating Aberrations, his monopoly on this method of accumulating divine points would be threatened.

"Better take advantage of the current situation while I can."

Now was the perfect time to accumulate as many divine points as possible.

As for rest?

Now that he had ascended to godhood, he could function without sleep indefinitely.

Besides—

All other gods were in a constant state of competition.

If he wanted to establish an undisputed lead, he needed to push himself even further than they did.

Arrival in Black Iron

Time passed quickly.

Under the escort of Ralph and his knights, Thomas finally entered Black Iron.

Black Iron was a vast city.

Over the years, as spellbeast threats had grown, the city’s population had surged—a scene of flourishing prosperity unfolded before Thomas’s eyes.

Countless citizens bustled through the streets, merchants called out their wares, and lively bargaining filled the air.

A vibrant, thriving city.

Compared to their village, the people here were dressed far better.

Yet beneath their fine clothing, most were thin and frail, and deep in their eyes lingered a persistent, unshakable worry.

"Thomas, you don’t come into the city often, do you?"

Ralph asked with a smile as he walked alongside him.

Thomas nodded.

"I rarely visit, but it seems as bustling as ever."

However, he knew that behind this illusion of prosperity lay a grim reality—a city built upon horrors and human suffering.

Those who could not contribute were discarded—fed to the spellbeasts.

Black Iron did not support idlers.

At first glance, it seemed as though the villages outside the city were the ones suffering under spellbeast oppression.

But in truth, Black Iron was no better.

Every month, Black Iron secretly provided fresh blood sacrifices to the spellbeasts, while the City Lord’s Mansion continued its exploitation.

This so-called prosperity was an illusion.

In reality—

Black Iron itself was the true "human farm" run by powerful spellbeasts.

To maintain their livestock, they would wipe out and suppress surrounding villages, forcing survivors into the city.

So while Black Iron seemed prosperous, all Thomas saw was a mountain of bones beneath its foundation.

He longed to shatter this cruel system.

However, he could not act on his own just yet.

He needed to wait for Deus Initium’s divine command.

That day would come soon, of that he was certain.

Until then, he would follow orders without question.

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion

Led by Ralph, Thomas and Tommy entered the opulent City Lord’s Mansion.

As they walked through its halls, the maids and stewards who caught sight of Tommy were visibly shocked.

After all—

The news of Tommy being expelled from his family and hunted by three powerful spellbeasts had spread like wildfire.

No one had expected him to survive and return!

However, the servants dared not discuss it and quickly lowered their heads, hurrying away.

Before long, the group arrived at the main hall.

At the entrance, a man clad in battle armor with a wrinkled face stood waiting.

His every movement exuded authority, and his sharp eyes held a ruthless glint.

He nodded slightly at Tommy, then turned to Thomas, and, with great sincerity, bowed deeply.

"Thomas, thank you for eliminating the spellbeast threatening Black Iron’s borders.

On behalf of the people of Black Iron, I express my deepest gratitude for your bravery!"

Thomas quickly helped the City Lord, Tom, to his feet.

"Lord Tom, you are too kind. Slaying spellbeasts is simply the will of Deus Initium. freeweɓnøvel.com

I merely followed His divine command. If you wish to give thanks, then offer your gratitude to Deus Initium."

At the mention of Deus Initium, a flicker of shock appeared in Tom’s aged features.

During Thomas’s journey to the mansion, Ralph had already reported everything in detail.

And Ralph was his most trusted confidant.

He knew Ralph would never lie to him.

So—

Did a god truly exist in this world?

He found it hard to believe.

And yet—

Aberrations were nearly indestructible.

Yet, Deus Initium had wiped one out with ease, not to mention the three spellbeasts that had vanished without a trace after hunting Tommy.

Everything pointed to one undeniable conclusion:

A god truly resided in Annasi!

After all—

While spellbeasts could be slain, Aberrations were nearly impossible to destroy.

If gods had always existed—

Why had there never been any record of a god eradicating an Aberration before?

Doubt and questions flooded Tom’s mind.

After a long moment, he took a deep breath and gazed intently at Thomas.

"Thomas, if you would not mind, I would like to visit Annasi personally one day and pay my respects to Deus Initium."

Seeing is believing.

He had to witness this "god" with his own eyes to determine whether He was real or not.

Thomas nodded and said directly,

"Lord Tom, I have come today with an important request. I hope to gain your assistance."

Tom chuckled.

"Speak freely, Thomas. If it is within my power, I will not refuse!"

Thomas’s expression remained serious.

"By divine command, I request that you issue an official decree—

Elevate Annasi from a mere village to Annasi Town!"

Tom pondered for a moment, then smiled.

"You have my word.

From this day forth, Annasi shall be recognized as Annasi Town!"