I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?
Chapter 185 -184-Ascension to City Status

Chapter 185: Chapter184-Ascension to City Status

Time passed quietly, flowing like a steady stream.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.

Under the fervent and tireless efforts of countless devotees, the expansion of Annasi Town progressed at an astonishing speed.

It had already completely absorbed the former Black Iron District, leveling vast surrounding areas, paving roads wide enough for multiple horse-drawn carriages, and constructing rows upon rows of new houses.

Owen, gazing through the divine statue at the heart of the territory, observed it all from above.

The expansion of Annasi Town was now effectively complete.

And at last—it fulfilled every requirement needed to be elevated to a City.

A ripple of divine intent stirred in his palm.

There, surging gently, was a cluster of Caesar Empire’s Primal Faith—vibrant, golden, and alive with energy.

So long as this Primal Faith was fused into Annasi Town, the transformation would be complete.

Annasi Town would cease to be a mere settlement... and rise as a City under divine protection.

"Once Annasi Town becomes a City, I’ll have fulfilled the final condition for advancing to 3-Star Ancient God..."

Owen couldn’t help but smile.

This moment—this transformation—was something he had been preparing for over a long, long time.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand.

The cluster of Primal Faith drifted downward, expanding rapidly like a divine balloon. Within seconds, it spread across the entire domain.

And then, like melting frost, it began to dissolve—seeping gently into every street, every home, every soul within the town.

As the Primal Faith fused into the territory, the ambient elemental energy within the land suddenly surged—becoming denser, more volatile, more alive.

—

Elsewhere, Thomas, making his rounds, immediately sensed the shift in the air.

He paused mid-step, tilting his head to the crystal-clear sky above.

He wasn’t the only one.

All across the territory, devotees looked up one by one—compelled by instinct, reverence, and the divine ripple saturating the air.

From the turbulence of gathering elemental forces, the sky began to shift.

A prismatic halo began to form—a shimmering ring of light resembling a grand crown.

It emerged first in the upper stratosphere, a tiny speck of brilliance, then gradually drew closer, growing wider and more majestic as it descended.

A crown.

The Crown of the City.

Those who saw this miracle froze in astonishment.

They had only heard of such phenomena in ancient texts—tales whispered by elders and scholars.

But now, they were witnessing it with their own eyes.

"The legends speak of the ’Falling Crown’—a sign of the Empire’s divine blessing. Wherever the crown descends becomes a true City of the Caesar Empire. Not only will richer elemental forces bloom there... it also gains the rights and duties of an official city!"

"It must be the great Deus Initium! Only He could cause this miracle! He’s the one who elevated our town into a city!"

The voices of the crowd rose into cheers.

Though many devotees didn’t fully understand the implications of a township becoming a City—after all, such things had always felt remote from their lives—they trusted that if Deus Initium had done this, it could only bring good fortune.

"He truly is the supreme being of our hearts... always thinking of us, always guiding us forward."

Thomas and other key figures—who did know what a City’s promotion entailed—felt their eyes moisten with deep emotion.

Because when a territory becomes an official City, it falls under the direct protection of Primal Faith granted by the Empire’s divine system.

And such protection... was not symbolic.

It was tangible benefit.

From this day forward, all crops grown within the City’s borders would experience a divine yield—doubling in production thanks to the infusion of faith.

Fields would overflow with harvest.

No one would go hungry again.

Furthermore, all registered residents would benefit from increased elemental affinity—giving their children and descendants greater aptitude for becoming Awakeners.

And finally... every citizen’s lifespan would increase by ten full years.

These three blessings were not luxuries.

They were life-altering gifts.

Essential, powerful, real.

And as the radiant crown continued its descent, glowing ever more magnificently, a sea of joyous shouts rippled through the city.

—

"Primal Faith forging a crown... how many years has it been since I last saw such a thing?"

A cold, elegant voice echoed atop a distant mountain peak, as a tall woman held a staff of frozen crystal and watched the descending crown with piercing eyes.

"To think... someone actually managed this in the current era, when the Caesar Empire barely clings to existence. It’s astonishing."

"This must be the place the Speaker mentioned..."

"Yes," came another voice from behind her. "She said there was something different about this region—an anomalous concentration of Caesar Empire’s Primal Faith. But... for these low-bloodline mongrels to harness it? How is that even possible?"

"Perhaps some trace of royal blood remains here," the woman mused coldly. "Or maybe the Spawn of the Sin Dragon is preparing to awaken."

This icy enchantress—undeniably beautiful—possessed sapphire eyes shaped like snowflakes. Her very presence exuded a chilling aura that repelled the warmth of life.

Her sorceress robes, though voluminous, failed to conceal her hourglass curves, casting her in an ethereal and tantalizing beauty that turned even fear into desire.

Behind her stood two shirtless men—skin etched with arcane formations, their muscular bodies marked by dark energy.

As they stared at her, their expressions twisted into beastly fanaticism.

"No matter what secrets this place holds," she said, "we must first probe it. But whether it’s the royal bloodline or the Sin Dragon... both are troublesome."

"We’re under orders to investigate—but I have a bad feeling. There’s something deeper here. Something dangerous. We may not return."

She didn’t like this mission.

Anyone who could manipulate Primal Faith at this level was no trivial force.

Even if she did uncover the truth... by then, others would already be here to claim the spoils. She’d be lucky to drink the leftover soup.

"Hmph. The Speaker thinks she’s invincible. Just wait till I become a Tier-8 mage. I’ll make her regret underestimating me."

A flicker of hatred passed through her icy gaze.

After all, someone like her—a stunning beauty—was used to being adored and worshipped.

She had never imagined herself being sent on a thankless, dangerous assignment like this.

Everyone usually groveled for her attention.

Turning toward the two men, she smirked.

"Well then... whoever among you manages to uncover the truth behind this place—and reclaim the Primal Faith for the Speaker—I’ll grant one wish. Anything at all... Anything you want me to do."

She traced a finger along her red lips, her breath fragrant and cool. A light flick of her tongue drew a thin silver thread of saliva across her fingertip—

It made both men flush instantly, bodies tensing, breath quickening, their desire now ignited into frenzy.

They didn’t wait another second.

Unable to suppress the fire within, both launched themselves forward, speeding toward the city below.

Though they appeared human, as they descended from the mountainside into open sky, the formations on their bodies lit up ominously.

One morphed into a black bat the size of a warship, wings blocking out the sun, cloaking daylight in suffocating darkness.

The other transformed into a bloodthirsty lone wolf, claws rending through the air as he sprinted across the sky, drawing sonic booms in his wake.

They were savage beyond reason.

Though technically still humanoid, their appearances had become Aberrational.

They were spellbeasts now—merged abominations of human and monster.

"Trying to defile me with spellbeast bodies?" the woman scoffed, disgust curling her lips. "Ludicrous fools."

She held no affection for them—only scorn.

Had she not needed disposable pawns, she wouldn’t have given them the time of day.

To her, spellbeasts were monsters.

Humans were humans.

Combining the two was a grotesque, contemptible betrayal of both races.

Even though she was part of the Aberration Church, she had no desire to become such a creature.

She only used the cult’s teachings as a means to elevate her own strength.

She would never stoop to becoming one of them.

—

At that moment, within the divine statue, Owen immediately sensed the incursion of the two spellbeasts.

Their auras were powerful—and worse, contained human traces.

Clearly, they were traitors.

Humans who had surrendered their humanity in exchange for strength.

Owen loathed them from the depths of his soul.

He understood the cruel reality of this age—how spellbeasts ruled most of the world.

But those who chose to kneel to monsters—who corrupted their own essence—were nothing but pests. Parasites.

A plague upon humanity.

There could be no tolerance.

No mercy.

For such wretches, his policy was simple:

Kill on sight.

Still... the Primal Faith crown had not yet fully descended.

He could not afford to shift his focus just yet.

Drawing his gaze back toward the sky, Owen watched as the crown shimmered one last time—

And finally... descended fully into the city below.

The ethereal structure merged seamlessly with the city’s walls, forming an invisible but divine barrier—a line between city and wilderness, between sanctuary and chaos.

From this moment forth...

Annasi Town was no longer a town.

It had become the City of Annasi—a true city protected by the divine legacy of the Caesar Empire.

Owen exhaled, a rare sigh of relief slipping from his lips.

"At long last... we’ve reached this point."

The emergence of another human city marked a pivotal milestone.

It meant that humanity’s power was rising again.

And for a deity like him—whose power derived from the faith of humans—this was a tide that lifted all ships.

His influence, his dominion, his divinity...

All of it would rise.