I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 116 --An Audience with Deus Initium

Queen Aysa walked step by step toward the temple at the very center of the town. Although she had no idea what kind of being that golden figure was, its overwhelming power made her feel deeply unsettled.

Especially the way it had treated the pig-headed man and Make—it convinced her that it was necessary to establish contact.

Humanity was now weak and in decline. If she could win over such a powerful and nameless entity, it would be an enormous advantage for her.

"Please halt, miss. The temple ahead houses the idol of our Deus Initium. It is not a place you can enter at will. If you wish to pray or make an offering, you may do so at the entrance," said Thomas, who stood guard at the temple gate, raising his hand to stop her as she approached.

Even though he could already sense that this woman was no ordinary person—her aura regal, as if she were a noble from a great city—this was the temple of Deus Initium. He was a missionary of Deus Initium. This was his domain, and no one was allowed to act out of turn or disturb Deus Initium.

So, despite her unusual presence, Thomas kept his expression calm and stopped her with a raised hand.

Had he not seen Deus Initium obliterate the two individuals who were pursuing her, he would have stopped her long before she reached the temple.

Allowing her to pray at the entrance was already a concession—only because Deus Initium had personally intervened on her behalf.

After all, Deus Initium rarely acted directly. The fact that it did so for this woman showed that she must be someone it held in high regard.

"Deus Initium?"

Queen Aysa, who had been about to enter the temple, paused at the mention of the deity. Her stunning features revealed a look of confusion.

To her knowledge, even during the height of the Caesar Empire’s glory, no signs of actual deities had ever appeared. Gods were nothing more than folk legends.

Why, then, was this man of apparent authority in this town speaking of a deity with such certainty—and saying it dwelled in this very temple? How was she supposed to believe that?

"Are you sure you’re not mistaken? How could gods exist in this world?" she asked, her clear eyes gleaming with doubt.

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Despite the majestic presence of the golden figure earlier—and the undeniable feeling of comfort and instinctive reverence it stirred in her—Queen Aysa found it impossible to accept the idea of an actual god.

As the once most favored princess of the Caesar Empire, now its reigning queen, she believed it was her duty to help people rid themselves of superstition, to rise through their own strength, and lead humanity to greatness.

Believing in false gods could not help humanity resist the spellbeasts. If anything, it would only make things worse.

"Miss, this is the temple of Deus Initium. I advise you to speak with caution," Thomas said, his tone stern. "Perhaps other places have no true deities, and perhaps others pretend to be gods to deceive people—but here in Annasi Town, we do not speak in vain. We are truly under divine protection."

His eyes locked onto Queen Aysa’s with unwavering seriousness. Although she was proud and commanding, his fervent gaze made her falter slightly.

"Deus Initium is real. Because of our faith in Deus Initium, Annasi has transformed—once a village, now a thriving town. We are prosperous and untouched by spellbeasts!"

"Everything we have now, we owe to Deus Initium. Yet you, who have not seen our god, dare to question His existence? Ridiculous!"

Thomas’s eyes turned cold, and for the first time, he revealed a hint of hostility toward Queen Aysa.

To him, Deus Initium was sacred—beyond reproach.

Anyone who doubted or disbelieved in Deus Initium was unacceptable.

Queen Aysa twitched the corner of her mouth under Thomas’s hostile glare.

Had this guy been brainwashed?

Why did he seem so fanatical, so completely devoid of reason?

Though she was grateful to the one who had saved her moments ago, calling him a deity? She couldn’t believe it.

She had seen countless rare treasures and strange occurrences as the most gifted princess of the Caesar Empire—but never a god.

If gods did exist—whether inside or beyond the Caesar Empire—she would have known.

Still, seeing the fanaticism in Thomas’s eyes, she decided not to argue further.

Seeing is believing, and words are but wind.

Debating here with Thomas was meaningless. Only by witnessing this so-called Deus Initium with her own eyes could she judge what kind of being it truly was.

"I am Aysa. I thank His Grace for saving me earlier. I wish to express my gratitude in person. May His Grace appear and grant me an audience, so that I may remember this kindness forever."

Her voice was calm yet resounding, echoing across the square and sweeping through the temple’s core.

Everyone in the town heard her voice. They all turned toward Aysa with odd expressions, whispering among themselves, each wondering whether Deus Initium would indeed show Himself.

Thomas narrowed his eyes at the proud woman before him.

"Who exactly are you? Deus Initium is busy with divine matters. He cannot simply appear because you ask for Him."

As Thomas finished speaking, Infernal Envoys began to gather.

Even though Aysa’s strength had fallen and her injuries were severe, Thomas could clearly sense that her combat ability far surpassed his own.

Just in case, he secretly summoned the Infernal Envoys for reinforcement.

Among them, Tommy appeared next—stepping onto a path of frost formed from the aura of hell, his cold eyes fixed on Aysa.

"This is not a place for you to act recklessly. If you disturb Deus Initium, don’t blame us for being rude."

As Tommy arrived, Queen Aysa immediately felt a terrifying spiritual pressure sweep over her. Despite being in a soul form, his aura wasn’t chilling or sinister—instead, it felt as if she were bathed in holy light.

Clearly, although Tommy was only a soul, his power was not weak. In fact, it was more mysterious and difficult to deal with than a typical aberration.

Yet he was not a ghost. His presence had an immense, almost divine quality.

"This aura..."

Wrapped in the bone-chilling pressure, Queen Aysa realized just how powerful and mysterious it was. Even with her identity as a Caesar Empire princess, she could not see through it at all.