The Head Sacrifices sounded brutal and bloody.
Yet they fit the tone and style of the God of War perfectly.
A God of War who governed slaughter could never be associated with peace and tranquility.
The gods here were not omnipotent deities from mythological systems, much less benevolent gods.
They were often beings who followed a single path to the bitter end.
The God of War was the God of War; traits such as peace and tranquility belonged to other gods.
Comprehending divine intent and rules meant choosing one's path.
That was also why Zong Shen was somewhat resistant to comprehending divine intent.
What seemed like a broad road to godhood looked terrifyingly narrow and cramped to him.
Before finding a more suitable path, Zong Shen would not choose the traditional path to godhood for the time being.
As for exactly which path he would take, there was no rush to decide. He could wait until later.
In any case, he no longer feared most demigods and could roam freely across the Endless Continent.
Having accumulated trump cards to this point, Zong Shen was quite confident.
There were still more than four hours until the dungeon opened.
Zong Shen was growing a little impatient.
He had lost interest in the monster rooms and was rather eager for the points that were about to fall into his hands.
Earning 250,000 points for free every day meant that by the time the dungeon ended, the points he obtained would be no small sum.
Of course, the true value of those gains would ultimately depend on the purchasing power of the points.
After all, the prices of exchange items had differed somewhat each time.
Gathering his thoughts, Zong Shen stopped paying attention to Wasteland King Seth, whose eyes were filled with roasted beef,