I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 80 --Half-Human, Half-Beast

As Owen finished speaking, the God Mark and God Skills fused into James, triggering a profound transformation in his soul.

Holy, pure-white wings emerged from James’ back, radiating an aura of purity so intense that all stray thoughts in the minds of onlookers were instantly dispelled.

In the blink of an eye, James appeared almost like a two-winged angel!

Although a Vassal God was not an Ancient God like Owen, the process of ascension was still extraordinary.

Now, with the pair of pure-white wings adorning him, James’ once-withered soul brimmed with renewed vitality. The benevolent compassion in his gaze grew even more pronounced.

Only after becoming a Vassal God did James realize that his greatest wealth lay in the Primal Faith within him.

It was not only this faith that had earned him Deus Initium’s favor, but it had also played a crucial role in his divine ascension.

Even now, remnants of Primal Faith remained within him, bringing a smile to his face.

So all my efforts and struggles in life were not in vain!

Even after all these years, the presence of his Primal Faith proved that people still remembered him!

"Vassal God James greets the great Deus Initium!"

Though he had become a deity, James knew that without Owen, his lingering soul would have eventually faded into nothingness.

Now, as a true god, he could fully comprehend the power of divinity.

"Simply follow the instructions I have given you."

Owen gave James a glance, nodding in satisfaction.

With that, he disappeared from sight.

Today had been a fruitful day—he had discovered a tier-6 Sacred Vestige within Red Lake and even found someone with Primal Faith from a bygone era.

Leaving Red Lake, Owen reappeared in a serene bamboo forest.

Lush green bamboo stretched as far as the eye could see. Amidst the dense forest stood a simple courtyard, its rustic design blending seamlessly into the surroundings.

Inside the courtyard, an old wolf sat with a book in its paws, reading intently. From time to time, it would voice its confusion over certain passages.

Across from it, an elderly scholar in a mentor’s robe patiently answered its questions.

This place was far from Red Lake, and thus, Owen’s divine proclamation had not reached here.

At this moment, the old mentor furrowed his brows. Though the wolf was diligent, its questions revealed an unfortunate truth—it simply lacked the aptitude for learning.

"Yataro, I fear you may not be suited for learning Dragon Tongue Magic. Perhaps it’s best to give up."

After a brief hesitation, Fox finally voiced his concerns.

Despite his old age, Fox was still sharp and full of vitality.

As soon as Fox spoke, Yataro, the old wolf, let out a sigh of disappointment. However, he quickly steadied himself and spoke with conviction:

"Mentor, I have been tirelessly studying the pronunciation and meaning of Dragon Tongue, even practicing in my dreams. Just give me a little more time—I am certain I can succeed!"

His voice was filled with determination. Though he was old, his spirit remained unyielding.

"I promised your chieftain that I would teach your Bloodwolf Tribe the Dragon Tongue, giving your people a chance to change their fate."

"Your siblings are diligent and gifted—even Wolf Nine has managed to learn it, despite his struggles. You are the only one who has not succeeded."

Fox’s expression grew serious.

"If we had more time, I might have let you continue. But the Ancient Ruins will soon open, and we cannot afford to wait for you to master it before entering."

Yataro’s heart clenched at these words.

"But Mentor, without me, the Dragon Tongue Magic will lose much of its power. Entering the ruins without its full strength would be extremely dangerous!"

After all, they were not dragons.

Despite learning Dragon Tongue Magic under Fox’s rigorous guidance, they lacked a dragon’s mighty physique and limitless magical reserves.

If they recklessly unleashed Dragon Tongue Magic, the mana backlash might kill them before they even harmed their enemies.

Thus, to wield Dragon Tongue Magic at its full potential, they needed to endure the backlash together through a bloodline pact.

If anyone was missing from the formation, the backlash would increase exponentially for the rest.

"Yataro, your chieftain once saved my life. Before his death, his greatest concern was you. Your bloodline talent is much weaker than your siblings’, so do not force yourself."

"Once we obtain the legendary Life Stone from the ruins, your people can evolve their bloodline into a higher form of wolfkin. That is my true mission."

"Do not forget how your chieftain died. You all still have revenge to take. Though this mission is dangerous, we have no other choice."

Fox’s tone was firm.

Yataro’s eyes welled up with tears, but he quickly steeled himself, returning to his book to practice Dragon Tongue Magic once more.

He knew time was running out.

If he failed to master it before the ruins opened, Fox would not allow him to enter—after all, the ruins were too dangerous!

Seeing Yataro’s renewed determination, Fox’s expression softened.

Despite his poor talent, Yataro was the most hardworking among his siblings.

Without further words, Fox turned and entered a bamboo hut woven from the forest’s stalks.

Inside the hut, a strange spatial distortion pulsed in the air.

A swirling black vortex hovered at the center of the room.

Through the dark gateway, one could vaguely glimpse a shattered dimension, brimming with a dense aura of life energy.

The scent of the Life Stone!

"Soon... The entrance to the ruins will open. Whether or not we can obtain the Life Stone and evolve our bloodlines depends on Yataro!"

As he thought this, a cruel smile crept onto Fox’s lips.

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Once his Bloodwolf Tribe had fully evolved, he would use a secret ritual to refine them into Beastblood Potions.

Only then would the potions possess enough potency to trigger his own bloodline transformation!

Nine special bloodwolves, sacrificed to create the ultimate elixir...

If the process succeeded, Fox would ascend to Tier-5 Awakener—the strongest human in Black Iron!

But something felt... off.

Was Yataro truly incompetent, or was he stalling for time?

Fox couldn’t shake the feeling that Yataro might be acting.

Had he sensed something?

But in the end, it didn’t matter.

Even if Yataro had suspicions, the plan was already set in motion.

The other eight bloodwolves were enough.

Although entering the ruins without Yataro increased the risk, Fox never intended to let them leave alive anyway.

As long as they help me complete the Beastblood Potion, that’s all that matters.

Once I succeed... I will be the King of Black Iron!

Yet, unbeknownst to him, Owen had already taken notice.

"Using a human body to break through limits by consuming Spellbeasts’ flesh... How bizarre. I wonder how he came up with this method."

Humanity had long abandoned primitive cannibalistic practices, yet Fox was reversing history.

More disturbingly, Owen sensed something twisted about him.

Fox looked human on the surface, but deep within, he gave off the presence of a mutated monstrosity.

He is no longer human, yet he is not a Spellbeast either... What exactly has he become?

To Owen, killing and consuming Spellbeasts was one thing.

But blindly merging human and beast, sacrificing everything for power?

Fox had already fallen into madness.