Chapter 51: Chapter51-Angel Bloodline
Owen glanced at the system's mission panel and immediately claimed his rewards.
A dazzling golden light burst forth, illuminating his surroundings.
When the radiance faded, the rewards manifested before him—
20 sets of tier-2 Glacial Armor5 sets of tier-3 Beast Armor3 mid-tier Awakening Scrolls
The tier-2 Glacial Armor emitted an intense icy aura, as though forged from crystalline ice, causing the air temperature to drop noticeably.
Meanwhile, the tier-3 Beast Armor—crafted from what appeared to be yak hide—radiated a ferocious crimson killing intent, exuding a primal and domineering presence.
Additionally, with the 70 divine points from the system reward—alongside the profits from selling spellbeast corpses—Owen had accumulated a total of 580 divine points.
For the first time, he felt financially stable.
"These armors are quite good. Their additional abilities make them even more valuable. If a tier-2 awakener wears Glacial Armor, they could likely take on three opponents of the same level—its defensive power is exceptional."
Owen was very satisfied with the system's rewards.
Once the awakeners equipped these armors, their combat strength would rise significantly.
"These armors are great, but we're still missing a lot of staves and weapons. If we equip them properly and pair them with a coordinated formation, their power would be extraordinary!"
Excitement flickered in Owen's eyes.
The village's awakeners, with just basic coordination, had slain multiple pre-tier-5 spellbeasts.
If he were to construct a fully armed, disciplined force, they could even contend with mid-tier-5 spellbeasts, perhaps even eliminate them.
In addition, Thomas and his team had recovered a number of weapons and armor from spellbeast lairs.
Although most were tier-1, and not particularly strong, there were still some tier-2 and even tier-3 items among them.
Once they returned and sorted through their findings, there would undoubtedly be great gains.
Thinking of this, Owen wasn't in a rush.
Instead, he continued forging Hellish Artifacts, biding his time.
...
Half a Month Later
Time flew by, and soon, it was another evening.
The sky was painted in hues of orange and gold, a solitary wild goose gliding through the dusk—a scene of serene beauty.
However, this tranquility was shattered the moment Owen sensed an intruder—
—a tier-4 awakener had stepped into his domain.
The newcomer was an elderly man with sparse hair, his presence subtle yet imposing—like the dim light of dusk, faint yet unyielding.
His aura was unmistakably tier-4.
Yet, the moment he set foot into Annasi's territory, his body trembled—
—as though a silver needle had pricked his spine.
He froze in place, his wrinkled face twisting with shock and fear.
It was as if a terrifying abyss lay before him, and taking even a single step closer would spell certain death.
"What an overwhelming presence... Just a mere gaze feels as if it could erase me from existence. Is this the power of Deus Initium?"
Taking a deep breath, Tommy forcibly suppressed his fear and unease.
He then closed his eyes and activated the engraved markings of angelic wings on his back.
This was his inborn Angel Bloodline, which granted him a far sharper sense of danger than ordinary awakeners.
Others couldn't perceive the aura of Deus Initium.
But in Tommy's heightened perception, he could vaguely glimpse an enormous golden entity stretching across thousands of meters.
Even though he was merely at the outer edge of its presence, he could feel his heart pounding wildly in terror.
"Perhaps... he really is a god of legend. Not even pre-tier-5 spellbeasts have ever given me such an overwhelming sense of insignificance."
"And judging from his recent divine decrees, he truly seems to be eliminating spellbeasts and rescuing our suffering people."
"If that's the case, then even if there is risk, I must see him for myself!"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Tommy steeled himself and continued toward the village.
His instincts told him that Deus Initium was not a spellbeast—
—but at such an unfathomable level, it was beyond his comprehension.
Regardless of the risks, he had no choice.
At worst, he would be killed.
But if he could earn Deus Initium's favor, then perhaps Black Iron could be saved.
He was an awakener, but more importantly—
He was a human.
A resident of Black Iron, where far too many people had been slaughtered by spellbeasts.
If there was even the slightest chance to save his people, he had to take it.
...
"Angel Bloodline?"
"A rare trait indeed. Though his lineage is thin—barely capable of manifesting even the weakest angelic wings—he is still stronger than most awakeners."
The moment Tommy stepped into Owen's territory, Owen took notice of him.
A tier-4 awakener—the strongest human he had seen outside the village so far.
His foundation was solid, his talent promising.
From his divine statue, Owen observed Tommy with interest.
As news spread of Thomas's victories over spellbeasts, more and more wanderers had begun gathering in the village.
Many of them had unshakable faith in Thomas, firmly believing that Deus Initium was truly their savior, not some deceptive, man-eating spellbeast.
Of course, there were also many skeptics.
Some had only recently been rescued from spellbeasts' clutches, and they feared being enslaved again.
Owen paid little mind to these doubters.
His territory had already reached its limit.
Once he ascended again, and his domain expanded further, these skeptical villagers would inevitably become part of his land.
At that point, their belief in him would naturally grow—there was no rush.
Then, Owen opened the Devotee Records interface, curious to see how much his following had grown.
[Daily Spice Point Gain]: 10,173
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[S-Rank Devotees]: 0 (Provides 100,000 spice points per day)
[A-Rank Devotees]: 0 (Provides 10,000 spice points per day)
[B-Rank Devotees]: 0 (Provides 1,000 spice points per day)
[C-Rank Devotees]: 12 (Provides 100 spice points per day)
[D-Rank Devotees]: 652 (Provides 10 spice points per day)
[E-Rank Devotees]: 2,308 (Provides 1 spice point per day)
[F-Rank Devotees]: 1,455 (Provides 1 spice point every 10 days)
In total, Owen now had 4,427 devotees.
An impressive number, considering many gods still hadn't even reached the 1,500-devotee milestone.
These devotees alone provided 10 divine points daily.
But what excited Owen most—
—was the appearance of two new C-Rank devotees.
Their information flashed in his mind.
One was Arthur, 19 years old, an orphan whose family was devoured by spellbeasts.
The other was Austin, a skilled blacksmith with a complete family.
"Most C-Rank devotees come from Annasi..."
Owen murmured.
Those who had personally witnessed miracles had the strongest faith.
Meanwhile, the newer villagers—while believers—were still less devout.
As dusk settled, the villagers gathered for their evening prayers, incense filling the temple, creating an otherworldly atmosphere.
Owen turned his attention toward the Rich Soil, where the Prismatic Succulent was nearly ripe.
"It's almost ready. Maybe I should use fig essence to hasten its growth."
"Also, it's time to distribute these Awakening Scrolls and armors."
"After all, most of the villagers are already here."