I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?
Chapter 186 -185-The Ice Mage

Chapter 186: Chapter185-The Ice Mage

From this day forth, Annasi Town would become a thing of the past.

The name "Annasi City" would soon echo throughout every corner of the Caesar Empire.

"Getting to this point wasn’t easy... but I’ve had it smoother than most," Owen said with a smile blooming across his face.

In truth, to attain the status of a 3-star Ancient God, one required more than just a district under their rule and sufficient divine points. A far greater hurdle was the need for at least two hundred thousand devotees.

That was no small feat.

Even the territories of other deities—those considered powerful—rarely housed more than a few tens of thousands of devotees. A population of two hundred thousand was a distant, seemingly impossible milestone.

But this daunting step? Owen had already crossed it.

At this moment, he had fulfilled every single requirement needed to ascend as a 3-star Ancient God.

And yet, before formally completing the ascension ritual, Owen had one more thing to handle: to eliminate the uninvited guests who had dared intrude upon his divine domain.

By now, spellbeasts were virtually extinct in his territory. Not a trace of them remained.

And even less welcome were these traitors to humanity.

Their infiltration was nothing short of a provocation—an outright insult to the authority of a god.

In an instant, Owen’s divine sight locked onto the two spellbeasts steadily approaching his temple. Their eyes burned with an insatiable lust, brimming with desire.

These creatures were equivalent to tier-6 peak human Awakeners. In their minds, conquering this newly elevated district was no more difficult than plucking ripe fruit.

And once they succeeded, that ice mage woman would become nothing more than a plaything at their disposal.

The mere thought of it made their twisted hearts race with excitement.

But they didn’t even get the chance to strike.

Before they could react, an unfathomable divine pressure descended upon them like a mountain.

It was as though they had turned to stone in the blink of an eye.

They hadn’t even realized what had happened when their souls were completely annihilated.

Their bodies, still standing, were swallowed by a ripple of spatial distortion—and vanished as if they had never existed in the first place.

They had charged in full of menace... and perished without leaving behind even a bone.

After easily disposing of the two hybrid monstrosities, Owen’s divine gaze turned toward a distant mountain peak far beyond the edges of his territory.

Though it was miles outside the bounds of his domain, Owen’s perception had long since surpassed the realm of mortals.

He could clearly feel the presence of someone spying from afar—the frigid aura of the Ice Mage.

Those two spellbeasts, fearsome as they were, had never been the masterminds. They were mere pawns in someone else’s scheme.

BOOM!

Suddenly, a massive hand of blazing flame, condensed from divine fire, shot forth—crashing through the invisible boundary of his territory, streaking toward the Ice Mage like a meteor.

Normally, using a god skill outside one’s divine domain came at an immense cost in divine points. Not only that, but its power would be diminished tenfold.

For most gods, this was a crippling restriction—so much so that few would even consider launching an attack beyond their borders. It simply wasn’t worth the divine cost, especially if the target was powerful enough to fight back.

But for Owen?

These constraints meant nothing.

After all, he was already a full godhood rank above the peak among other gods.

What’s more, the amplification provided by his crystal core and the Realm of Immortality far exceeded the tenfold penalty.

Even with that restriction, his combat power was still beyond comprehension.

Even if he chose to activate powerful god skills without expending a single divine point, other gods wouldn’t stand a chance.

At this moment...

Atop that snow-swept peak, the Ice Mage’s expression suddenly twisted into dread.

A chilling sense of imminent death washed over her like an avalanche.

The searing heat of the fire-forged hand hadn’t even reached her yet, and she already felt utterly locked down—unable to flee, unable to resist.

She tried to cast a teleportation spell, to blink several kilometers away and escape the incoming strike.

But just as she began tearing through the fabric of space—

She froze.

The very void around her had already been scorched into nothingness. Blistering heat surged in every direction like molten magma, burning away reality itself.

The frigid air she had conjured instantly vaporized, exploding into plumes of white steam.

"Wh-What’s happening?" she gasped, trembling violently.

She had always been proud of her combat strength—hovering at the boundary of tier-7.

But this?

This was the presence of a tier-8 Awakener, at the very least! A force of such magnitude was utterly beyond her ability to contend with.

To make matters worse, she had deliberately distanced herself from Annasi City to remain hidden and observe from safety.

She had planned to wait for the spellbeasts to probe the city and reveal its secrets before taking action herself.

"There’s no way a tier-8 Awakener should have perception that stretches this far... how did he do it?!"

In the next heartbeat, with her life on the line, the Ice Mage dropped all pretenses.

Her elegant blue gown erupted in a blast of wind and magic, revealing her pale, almost translucent skin beneath. Glowing runes shimmered across her flesh, each one pulsing with arcane energy.

These weren’t marks of an ordinary Awakener—they were the signatures of Aberration power.

It was this strength that had made her an elite within the Church of Aberration.

Aberration energy was far more potent than that of conventional Awakeners. It held the essence of a strange and unique order—a dark, forbidden type of power.

Of course, taming such power came at a price.

The Aberration slowly devoured the bodies and minds of its wielders. It was a toxic addiction, a spiraling descent into ruin.

But in this moment of crisis, the Ice Mage had no time for hesitation.

The moment her Aberration runes ignited, her presence transformed.

She was no longer a fragile sorceress, but an embodiment of winter—a goddess of snow and frost.

Icy spires extended from her toes, crystallizing midair and expanding outward like a glacial field.

Subzero gusts spiraled in all directions, rushing toward the incoming inferno hand in an attempt to freeze it solid.

She still didn’t understand how Owen had struck her from such a great distance, but she knew one thing:

The farther away he was, the greater the divine cost.

And if this fire hand was his strongest move, all she had to do was survive it.

He wouldn’t have the divine points for a second attack.

With that logic, she bet everything.

She unleashed the Aberration’s power without reserve, creating a vision of a vast, illusory glacier behind her.

But the molten hand, covered in boiling magma, crushed that illusion in an instant.

The ice goddess crumbled.

Without her Aberration-powered defenses, she was no more than a fragile mortal.

In the blink of an eye, the blazing hand seized her and dragged her into Owen’s territory.

———

Her consciousness flickered.

By the time she came to, she was somewhere utterly unfamiliar.

Jagged mountains loomed around her like a thousand spears pointed at the sky, their peaks lost in the clouds.

And amidst them, seated upon a throne of stone, was a lone figure.

He faced away from her.

But even without seeing his face, she could feel it.

A suffocating divine presence radiated from his form, so potent it nearly forced her to her knees.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered from more than just cold.

This... this wasn’t something an Awakener could ever achieve.

Standing near this man made her feel like an insect—insignificant, powerless, completely at his mercy.

Compared to him, even the strongest Awakeners she had ever met were nothing.

Sure, she believed she could eventually surpass those people.

But this man?

He was from another dimension altogether. A whole different level of existence.

Trying to catch up to him would be like chasing a star in the sky—forever out of reach.

"A god?" she whispered.

"Are you... are you truly one of the gods from the legends?"

Without a second thought, she dropped to her knees.

Her long, snowy legs formed perfect curves, taut with fear—but she paid them no mind. All she cared about now was survival.

As a member of the Church of Aberration, she had always believed in the existence of gods.

After all, where else would Aberration power come from, if not the divine?

She had even heard rumors before arriving—that a god might reside in Annasi City.

But she had dismissed those whispers.

Why would a god dwell in such a humble, obscure place?

Now she understood.

This figure on the throne—this being who had annihilated her with a single blow—this was no impostor.

No spellbeast.

No Aberration in disguise.

This was a god.

His overwhelming strength, his absolute authority, his soul-crushing aura...

Every detail confirmed it.

She had encountered a true deity.

And now, everything made sense.

How she had been discovered from so far away.

Why her strongest Aberration defenses had failed instantly.

Why her best-laid plans had crumbled to dust.

Because she had never stood a chance.

Because gods operated on a plane beyond comprehension.

And all her so-called power?

To him, it had been nothing more than a petty illusion.

A trick in a child’s game.