I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 78 --Vassal God James

Although joining the Spectral Tribe would subject it to their rule and influence, at the same time, with the banner of the Spectral Tribe behind it, it could devour the human Awakeners here even more recklessly!

After all, there were quite a few top-tier Awakeners among humans. Once backed by the Spectral Tribe, it would no longer have to fear them.

"If even the spellbeasts stationed here by the Spectral Tribe aren’t a match for that guy..."

"Then I’ll run. Though I’ve established order here, as long as I’m alive, everything can be rebuilt!"

Having made all the necessary plans, it set off with its gift.

Meanwhile, at the deepest part of the pool.

Owen stood suspended in the air like a golden figure, radiating boundless majesty that dispelled the darkness of the cavern.

He carefully examined the ring before gesturing toward it.

At once, the ring began to rotate slowly, its radiance gradually retracting until it floated into his palm.

"A Tier-6 Sacred Vestige?"

Sensing the unique aura emanating from the ring, a flicker of surprise flashed across Owen’s eyes.

A Tier-6 Sacred Vestige was worth approximately 3,000 divine points!

That was no small fortune!

To advance to the limit of a 2-star Ancient God, he needed 150,000 divine points, and right now, he was in dire need of them.

Gaining 3,000 divine points in one go was far quicker than accumulating them bit by bit!

"These three skeletal remains are far from ordinary... Moreover, one of them even retains traces of a lingering soul."

When Owen shifted his focus to the skeletons, he was slightly taken aback.

After all, untold ages had passed, yet within the skeleton imbued with the strongest primal faith, a soul fragment still remained!

Though the ring provided protection and the primal faith bestowed its blessing, the fact that it had persisted to this day was nothing short of a miracle!

Owen found this intriguing and immediately infused a small amount of divine points into the skeleton.

The skeleton trembled slightly as it absorbed the divine energy. Then, from its forehead, an aged figure emerged, drifting like mist.

The old man appeared to have held a high position in life—his expression was solemn, his demeanor reserved, and an aura of authority radiated from him.

After his remnant soul manifested, it took a moment for him to recover from the passage of endless years.

His tightly shut eyes gradually opened, and upon seeing Owen, he seemed to realize something at once. He immediately bowed deeply and said,

"My name is James. Thank you for awakening my lingering soul—I am deeply grateful!"

"May I ask how I should address you?"

He studied Owen, sensing the vast divine power surging from him like the boundless ocean, and his expression grew even more reverent.

"I am currently the Deus Initium of Annasi Town!"

"You bear traces of the most ancient faith, which means you must have contributed greatly to humanity and been remembered by many. Since your remnant soul remains intact, would you be willing to serve under me as a Vassal God?"

In Owen’s perception, the primal faith within James was incomparably pure and immense.

It was precisely due to this primal faith that his remnant soul had endured for so long.

More importantly, this primal faith triggered a strong intuition in Owen.

If he bestowed the title of Vassal God upon James, the presence of such immense primal faith would offset the usual requirement of order fragments!

This sudden revelation made Owen realize something profound—if not for interference from a hidden manipulator, this world would have naturally given birth to deities over time.

After all, the oldest gods had once been nameless beings who gradually ascended through the accumulation of primal faith.

James was stunned upon hearing Owen’s words.

Deus Initium!

A god!

The figure before him was actually a god!

He found it nearly impossible to believe.

After all, in his time, there were no gods!

Gods existed only in humanity’s most cherished dreams.

A god of life, who could heal the sick.

A god of love, who brought people together.

A god of death, who guided souls to the underworld...

These were mere legends—an embodiment of humanity’s most beautiful hopes.

Yet now, Owen claimed to be a god.

To James, this revelation was as earth-shattering as seeing mythology manifest into reality.

However, after carefully studying Owen, he could sense that the divine power radiating from him was as vast as the sky and as solid as the earth!

This power far surpassed that of any strong warrior he had ever encountered.

It was something no mere human Awakener could possibly emit!

Clearly, Owen was neither an Awakener nor a spellbeast.

And he was certainly not an Aberration.

After all, both spellbeasts and Aberrations exuded an eerie and horrifying presence, sending chills down one’s spine. Owen, on the other hand, radiated an overwhelming yet warm majesty, like sunlight piercing through darkness.

James turned to look at his own withered corpse. He had been dead for an unfathomable span of time.

During those years, perhaps the outside world had undergone immense changes.

Perhaps gods had truly come into existence.

With that thought, James grew solemn.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he looked at Owen and earnestly asked,

"Great deity, I mean no offense, but I wish to ask you one question—what is your view of humanity?"

James knew nothing about gods, nor did he know anything about Owen.

But he had his own principles, and whether he would serve Owen depended entirely on whether their beliefs aligned.

"Right now, humanity is weak, suffering through great hardships. As a god, it is my duty to aid humanity—to slay spellbeasts and eradicate Aberrations!"

Owen met James’ gaze with unwavering resolve.

He was well aware of how he had risen step by step to reach this point. He also understood that gods were deities because they carried the faith of countless people—their most heartfelt desires.

Thus, this was his conviction, as well as the responsibility of every god.

After all, devotees offered their faith and tributes in exchange for divine protection.

If a god failed to provide that, then they were unworthy of the title.

Upon hearing these words, James’ heart trembled, as though a fire had ignited within him.

Without hesitation, he knelt on one knee, pressing his right hand over his chest, and solemnly declared,

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In his lifetime, he had fought tirelessly against spellbeasts, enduring countless hardships so that humanity might one day prosper.

For that goal, he had been willing to sacrifice everything.

It had become his lifelong belief—his unwavering conviction!

Now, Owen could help him fulfill this long-cherished wish.

That alone made the decision to follow him an easy one.

Moreover, becoming a true god, worshiped and relied upon by countless people, was something he could not refuse.

Yet, as he glanced at the two companions lying beside him, a trace of sorrow flickered in his eyes.

These two had been his closest comrades, and now, they were lost to him forever.

Seeing this, a god mark appeared on Owen’s forehead, and brilliant golden light flooded the cavern, bathing everything in a divine glow.

In that sacred radiance, Owen’s expression grew solemn.

After all, this would be his first time bestowing the title of Vassal God!

But before that, he needed to understand James’ past.

As the thought crossed his mind, visions of James’ history unfolded before Owen, as if transcending the river of time itself.

James, a native of the Caesar Empire.

In his youth, he followed his parents in healing the sick and saving lives, diligently studying medical knowledge.

After obtaining his physician’s qualifications, he traveled far and wide to treat patients, never charging a single coin from impoverished families—on the contrary, he provided them with medicine free of charge.

His reputation grew far and wide.

In middle age, as the spellbeasts rose and laid waste to entire cities, James witnessed firsthand the horrors of their slaughter—the destruction of countless families and the tragic deaths of innumerable imperial citizens.

At that moment, he made a painful decision: he abandoned his lifelong devotion to medicine and fully committed himself to the path of an Awakener.

Medicine could not save humanity, but becoming an Awakener could!

With his diligence, resourcefulness, and considerable family wealth, James advanced rapidly through the ranks of Awakeners.

By relentlessly slaying spellbeasts, his renown only grew.

In his later years, having reached the limits of his power, his body burdened by the toll of a lifetime of battle, James chose to set aside his pursuit of hunting spellbeasts.

Instead, he dedicated himself to selecting and training children with Awakener potential, patiently nurturing their talents.

His efforts earned him immense respect across the empire, and he came to be revered as the Mentor of Life.

However, this very act of nurturing the next generation of Awakeners ultimately provoked the wrath of the spellbeast king.

While covering the retreat of his young disciples, James, along with his fellow mentors, perished in battle.