I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?
Chapter 189 -189–The Shock of the Six Deities’ Arrival

Chapter 189: Chapter189–The Shock of the Six Deities’ Arrival

Thomas continued his quiet discussion with Enke and the other elders for a short while, until Benjamin entered the side hall, followed by several temple guards. With a respectful bow, he announced:

"Missionary, the sacrificial ceremony in honor of Deus Initium is about to begin."

"Everyone, please follow me and observe the proceedings."

Without further delay, Thomas led Enke and his companions toward the expansive square in front of the temple.

What greeted them there was a sight so vast and dense, it seemed to stretch beyond the horizon.

An ocean of people had gathered—devotees from every corner of the region. They stood shoulder to shoulder across the endless plaza, yet there was no chaos. Some knelt on the ground in deep reverence, their foreheads bloodied from repeated kowtows, and still they did not stop. Not even for a moment.

Even casual observers and newcomers, who had merely come out of curiosity, were overwhelmed by the scene’s sheer intensity. The sacred solemnity and fervent devotion radiating from the crowd was powerful, deeply infectious. Few could witness it without being moved.

The five elders, too, found themselves taken aback by the scale of this congregation.

"So many... This many devotees? It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that nearly the entire population of this city follows Deus Initium," one of them muttered in awe.

"To inspire such devotion... This god must possess something truly special."

They had encountered their fair share of ascetics and fanatics in their time—zealots who devoted themselves blindly to higher powers. But those were outliers, rare cases that rarely commanded the masses. This was entirely different.

What they saw here was not isolated faith.

It was civilization built upon worship.

And from the expressions on the faces of every man, woman, and child present, it was clear their devotion came not from fear or coercion, but from genuine gratitude and trust.

Moreover, despite the unimaginable number of people gathered—tens, perhaps hundreds of thousands—there was no chaos, no stampede, no shouting for position. They stood in neat, orderly lines, organized by who had arrived first.

This level of discipline was unheard of.

Even in Fioria, the grand metropolis where Enke and the others hailed from, such order would be impossible—unless it were enforced by a battalion of armed guards.

But here?

It was achieved solely through faith.

"Gods have always been the epitome of mankind’s desires," one of the elders said quietly, a deeply wrinkled man whose voice trembled with age. "But they’ve only ever existed in stories. Never in truth. If this Deus Initium truly fights for humanity’s survival... that would be a dream long thought lost."

His name was Make, and he came from the Awakener’s Guild. In his youth, when the spellbeasts first began to encroach upon human lands, he and many others had prayed desperately to the heavens, begging for divine intervention.

But no help ever came.

Years of unanswered prayers had turned his faith into bitterness. He’d long since abandoned gods and put his trust in human ingenuity and resilience.

Even now, with this extraordinary display of worship before him, Make’s heart remained skeptical. No amount of ceremony could restore the belief he had lost.

The other four shared similar doubts. As awe-inspiring as this gathering was, none of them were prepared to accept the existence of a true deity without proof.

"Regardless," Enke murmured, "we are guests here. Let’s not speak rashly."

He held many thoughts in his heart but knew this was not the time or place to voice them.

If Deus Initium was indeed a real deity, capable of hearing every whisper, then it would be foolish to speak with doubt in such a place.

And should this god truly prove to be the savior humanity had long hoped for... then even their smallest show of respect might tip the scales in their favor.

The others nodded in agreement and turned their attention fully toward Thomas.

By now, the missionary had donned an ornate ceremonial robe woven with sacred patterns and golden thread. Under the crowd’s watchful eyes, he ascended to the very front of the temple and raised his voice to the gathered masses.

"People of Annasi!"

"The great Deus Initium has bestowed upon us countless blessings. The peace and prosperity we enjoy today are gifts from His divine hand."

"It is He who delivered us from despair. It is He who gave us hope!"

"Now, we gather once more to offer Him our worship, to express our eternal gratitude, and to seek His continued favor!"

The moment his voice fell, the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers.

A wave of exaltation swept across the plaza. Tears streamed down faces. Hands were raised toward the heavens.

And then—six figures descended.

Each of them radiant, majestic, bearing a power so immense that the sky itself seemed to bend beneath their presence.

The Vassal Gods had arrived.

The God of the Skies.

Tommy, the Earth God.

James, the God of Waters.

Camilla of the Northern Village, Protector of the Village.

Eric of the Southern Village, Protector of the Village.

Robert of the Western Village, and Henry of the Eastern Village.

As these divine beings took their places, a crushing divine pressure rolled across the plaza, warping the very air.

The world held its breath.

Enke and the others stood paralyzed. They had seen powerful beings before—top-tier Awakeners and even monstrous spellbeasts of great renown.

But nothing like this.

These six deities were titanic in presence, not merely in power, but in being.

There was no trace of human aura in them. Only divinity.

The purity of it sent a shiver through their bones, a reverberation that rattled their very bloodlines. Their spirits quaked before the weight of the gods.

More astonishing still, there was no malevolence in that divine pressure.

No sense of corruption. No aberrant fluctuations.

Only radiance.

Righteousness.

An overwhelming presence that burned like the sun and swept away darkness. It cleansed the very soul, banishing even the subtlest wicked thought like light drives out shadow.

This... this was no illusion.

This was godhood made manifest.

It wasn’t just their minds that knew it—it was their very blood that responded. The primal instincts buried in their genes recognized the truth:

These beings were gods.

Only gods could evoke such cosmic awe.

Only gods could make the mighty feel small.

Even Enke, whose strength and experience placed him at the forefront of the Demonbaners, felt insignificant beneath their gaze.

"Gods... real gods," one of them whispered hoarsely. "We mocked the idea, dismissed the old tales as fantasy..."

"But they exist. Six of them! Standing before us!"

The implications were staggering.

When they had first planned this journey, they assumed, at most, there might be one powerful being exaggerating its influence.

But now... six?

And if the aura of these gods was anything to go by, they were each comparable—if not superior—to the apex spellbeasts dominating Fioria.

Perhaps even beyond.

And among the six, one stood apart.

The God of the Skies, once merely a fledgling born in the divine domain, had since assumed a humanoid form after becoming the most devout follower of Deus Initium. Now he appeared as a radiant youth, a crown of seven-colored feathers atop his head.

His aura eclipsed even the others.

"That one..." Enke murmured, his gaze locked. "Is that... Deus Initium?"

If it wasn’t, then surely this god was the closest and most powerful servant to Him.

Either way, the presence of these six deities confirmed one thing without doubt:

Annasi’s rise to cityhood was no accident.

These divine beings had guided its ascension, protected its people, and lent their strength to build a sanctuary unlike any other.

If they could secure even a sliver of favor from Deus Initium, the tide in Fioria could turn.

The spellbeasts who now ruled the metropolis might soon find themselves hunted, not hunters.

With gods like these watching over them, humanity would no longer need to cower.

At that moment, Thomas’s body began to glow with divine light.

He rose into the air, hovering before the great temple, his voice carrying like a tide.

"Brothers and sisters of Annasi, hear me!"

"I have watched this city grow from a humble village to a thriving town—and now, with the blessings of Deus Initium, into a proud city!"

"The journey was long, filled with hardship, trial, and sacrifice. But we endured—because He was with us."

"I have always believed: when one receives grace, one must never forget to repay it."

"And today, we gather to do just that—to offer our sincerest gratitude to the one who has brought us this far!"

"You all know this: to receive the blessing of Deus Initium, you need only faith."

"Faith—not riches, not titles. Just unwavering, heartfelt belief."

"Every act of worship, every sacrifice, every word of praise—if done with pure intent, may earn you His grace."

"As this ritual begins, open your hearts. Let your faith shine."

"If you are granted a blessing, then rejoice—for you are truly one of His devoted."

"If not... then know that you still have more to give. That your faith, though sincere, has yet to reach its fullest."

His words flowed like waves through the gathered masses.

And as the people raised their eyes to the temple, to the gods above, to the skies beyond—it was clear:

They believed.

They hoped.

And they prayed.

To Deus Initium.

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