I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?
Chapter 193 -193-The God Beneath His Throne

Chapter 193: Chapter193-The God Beneath His Throne

In addition to the previous blessings, another 100 advanced Awakening Scrolls and several elite Awakening Scrolls, shining like dazzling stars, flew into the bodies of various devotees.

At that moment, Thomas was among the few who received the blessing of an elite Awakening Scroll.

The moment the scroll surged into his body, he felt as though he had been set ablaze. The lingering impurities within him were burned away by a searing internal flame.

Fiery red flame patterns flowed across his skin, making him look like a god of fire walking among mortals.

Other devotees standing near him were forced to retreat by the intense heat radiating from his body. They stared at him with a mix of shock and envy.

The elite Awakening Scroll that struck Thomas was clearly more radiant than any other scroll, and the transformation it brought was far more drastic.

Before the eyes of countless onlookers, the ground beneath Thomas caved in as if melted into scarlet lava by his inner blaze. From the molten pit, a flaming demonic sword lined with barbs rose upward.

Whoosh!

As the sword appeared, everyone present suddenly felt the temperature spike—as though they were standing on the edge of a volcano.

Sweat rolled down their foreheads. Just gazing at Thomas filled them with awe.

They didn’t know where the flaming sword came from, but simply looking at it made their scalps tingle, as if their bodies had been thrown into a crematorium.

This sword was anything but ordinary.

And it seemed closely tied to Thomas’s missionary bloodline.

"Could it be... Thomas has awakened a Divine Bloodline?" someone exclaimed.

By now, the city had seen three awakeners with Divine Bloodlines emerge.

So at the first sign of such a dramatic phenomenon, everyone naturally thought of that legendary possibility.

When Enke and his companions heard the words "Divine Bloodline," their minds roared.

This was the supreme bloodline of legend. Even at the peak of the Caesar Empire, Divine Bloodlines were unimaginably rare.

And now, were they truly about to witness one with their own eyes?

BOOM!

With everyone staring, Thomas grasped the flaming sword that had emerged from the lava beneath him. The sound of shattering mountains and rivers echoed across the plaza.

"What a terrifying blood and aura pressure... Only a Divine Bloodline could emit such a suffocating presence!"

Enke stared in disbelief. The aura radiating from Thomas was identical to the bloodline of the mythical Purifier King!

Divine Bloodlines not only granted power far beyond that of peers...

They also virtually guaranteed that their holders would eventually become tier-9 awakeners—the stuff of legend!

"Thomas’s bloodline used to be completely ordinary. And now he’s awakened a Divine Bloodline? Is this truly the power of Deus Initium?"

The other four beside Enke were utterly stunned, staring up at the majestic temple with newfound reverence.

For the first time, they felt a shiver that came from deep within their souls.

To conjure a Divine Bloodline from nothing... perhaps only a true god could achieve such a thing!

"The power of a god is truly unfathomable. No wonder so many devotees worship Him with such sincerity..."

At this moment, not just the devotees—but even Enke and his companions—were filled with awe and longing for Deus Initium.

A Divine Bloodline!

Who wouldn’t yearn for one?

It was the ultimate symbol of potential and power.

Once something they dared not even dream of—now it felt almost within reach.

Meanwhile, Thomas, still overwhelmed by the transformation within his bloodline, knelt and bowed before the temple.

Though he’d always believed Deus Initium would not abandon His faithful devotees, being granted a Divine Bloodline surpassed anything he had imagined.

Swish! Swish!

Once the transformations of the devotees had concluded, more scrolls burst into radiant light and flew into the fields near the temple.

As these scrolls merged with the soil, the ground immediately transformed into Rich Soil, exuding a fragrant, earthy scent and shimmering with mineral-like luster beneath the light.

"Rich Soil! Deus Initium has blessed us with more Rich Soil!"

Benjamin, Revan, and the others all erupted in cheers.

If Awakening Scrolls were the key to a meteoric rise—transforming body and bloodline—then Rich Soil was the foundation of steady progress.

Without Rich Soil, medicinal herbs wouldn’t grow quickly, and leveling would slow down significantly.

With this new batch, the city’s stock of Rich Soil had grown to ten plots.

Owen, satisfied by the results, waved his hand.

The fate energy he had absorbed from the Caesar Empire during recent days immediately transformed into golden mist, spreading out and merging into the bodies of every devotee present.

Nourished by the golden mist, their levels began rising at speeds visible to the naked eye.

Time passed swiftly.

Night fell quietly.

After the daytime ritual and celebrations, the temple and plaza were now silent.

But that silence was suddenly broken by a mournful voice.

The bard who had previously been outside the city was now kneeling before the temple, bowing his head in deep reverence.

"Great Deus Initium," he said, "Cook, descendant of an innate deity, humbly requests an audience!"

"Humanity is drowning in suffering and chaos. I beg you, Deus Initium, to show me the way forward. I wish to offer what strength I have in this time of crisis!"

His voice was filled with devotion.

In his travels, he had recited ancient myths and epics in hopes of rekindling forgotten faith and finding a path to divinity.

If he could become a true god, then perhaps humanity could be saved from the spellbeast threat.

But that old path now seemed ineffective. So, he had come here—to consult a real god.

Thomas, who was on watch outside the temple, looked at the kneeling bard with a complicated expression.

Though the bard appeared to be merely a tier-6 awakener, Thomas could sense something unfathomable beneath the surface.

It was as if he couldn’t fully grasp the depths of the man’s existence.

Inside the temple, Owen looked upon Cook—whose body radiated an immense amount of Primal Faith—as though he had just spotted a rare treasure delivered to his doorstep.

"The descendant of an innate god... no wonder he’s this strong at such a young age. More importantly, the Primal Faith passed down from his ancestors has all gathered in him."

With such faith, granting him a Vassal God Divine Throne would be far easier—it wouldn’t even require perfect order alignment.

Plus, Cook’s bloodline was clearly special. He was an exceptional talent.

And as a descendant of ancient gods, he might even know something about why their kind had been drawn here in the first place.

From Owen’s understanding, the mysterious mastermind hadn’t just ensnared billions of gods in this world...

It had orchestrated similar events across multiple planes, and had been executing this scheme since long ago.

They weren’t the first group of gods brought to this place.

As for what had become of those earlier deities—whether they lived or died—no one knew.

They had vanished just as suddenly as they had appeared.

This only underscored the mastermind’s terrifying power. It was not a being they could resist—nor even comprehend.

If Owen could gain advance knowledge of this figure’s plans, he could begin preparing early.

He had a strong intuition that this path of Godhood advancement wouldn’t be enough to confront that being.

After all, the mastermind was surely watching their every step.

"Perhaps only by becoming a true God-King," Owen murmured, "can one hope to survive—and stand a chance against that mastermind."

A God-King was a ruler among gods—someone whose Godhood rank, level, and power far surpassed their peers, earning them that supreme title.

Now, this peculiar Cook wished to join the city. And Owen believed he could be a great asset.

Though Owen had not been a god for long, he understood that the descendants of previous divine generations were not to be underestimated.

They were far more than they appeared.

After just a moment of thought, Owen made his decision:

"If you truly wish to become a god and save humanity—then devote yourself with faith."

"Those who believe in Me... may one day become the gods beneath My throne."