Although the system's reward was indeed generous—especially the inclusion of a sliver of Dantean Hell's rune, which held incredible allure—Owen managed to suppress the excitement stirring within him.
This world was rife with danger, and Dantean Hell was even more treacherous!
With the enormous advantage he currently possessed, as long as he played it safe and avoided reckless moves, he could maintain a substantial lead over the other deities.
For Owen, survival was the top priority. As long as he could stay alive, he could rely on the hundredfold tributes from his followers to outpace other gods in ascension and continue acquiring more and better resources.
"At this point, the area around Black Iron has been mostly explored. Only four Aberrations remain, all of which are merely tier-5. A bit disappointing compared to tier-6s," Owen murmured to himself with a touch of regret.
Still, he knew very well that his gains had already been immense.
