Deadpool and the Dead Head

Deadpool had accidentally arrived on the Savage Continent and discovered a primitive tribe worshipping a "god." Without a doubt, that thing was his own head.

Just the zombie version.

Deadpool pondered for a long time but could not figure out why a zombie version of his head had appeared here. In the end, he could only blame the author's hand, though he was absolutely certain what he needed to do.

He had to take out that damn head! How could something so ugly dare show itself in front of him?!

With that thought, Deadpool immediately drew his twin swords and charged toward the altar, katana in hand as he rushed the dead head at its center. When the dead head saw Deadpool coming, it froze as if hesitating for a moment, then broke into a delighted grin.

"That's the one! Cut off that guy's head and offer his body to me!"

"Easy there, buddy. Plenty of people are after my body. You'll have to wait in line!"

Deadpool did not care whether these inhabitants deserved death or not. He simply went at the primitives with his katanas, carving through them like melons and vegetables.

But these primitives were not entirely helpless either. First, there were a lot of them. Second, they had quite a few ranged weapons. After Deadpool effortlessly chopped down several people, countless bows aimed at him and fired all at once.

"NOOOO!!!!!"

Deadpool acted out the scene dramatically, as though he were surely doomed. In reality, although he was instantly riddled with arrows, he had not lost consciousness at all. Instead, he lay there, planning to play along with the primitives and see what exactly was going on.

As for the dead head on the other side, perhaps because only its head remained, or because it had