Zeus prepared to resume his cultivation, ready to absorb the thunder mana from the corpses of the Thunder Eagle, Thunder Python, and the fallen men. Just as he was about to begin, the system's voice interrupted his thoughts.
The system's voice echoed in Zeus's mind, dripping with a mix of curiosity and its usual mocking tone. [Why did you let him go, hm? Trying to play the hero?] it inquired, almost teasingly.
Zeus smirked, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that matched the system's arrogance. "Hardly. I let him go so he can bring more targets to us. The more they come, the more power I can absorb. Simple, really."
The system let out a low, satisfied chuckle. [Oh, I see,] it drawled, a note of approval mixed with its characteristic mockery. [I like that. Finally showing some real brains, are we?]
