Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Tyr was propelled across the sky at insane speeds, reaching the ground before he could even tell what was going on.

When he landed, his hair stood straight up as if he had been electrocuted. His expression wasn't far off either.

"What the hell was that!?" Tyr shouted, finally taking a look around at the new place he was kidnapped to.

All he could see in the distance were clouds. The elevation was extremely high since not a single cloud rose above where Tyr stood.

Above him was a deep, dark blue sky. 'Looks like a thin atmosphere before I reach space itself... this is a high peak.'

He surveyed his closer surroundings. As a blast of freezing wind tickled his face, he noted the thin white snow covering the grayish, green grass on the floor around him.

There was a single building on the side of this mountain slope, on the patio of which Huevas was making his way.

Tyr looked up the mountain, noticing more buildings going up.

"Where are we?" he asked, curious.

"This is the second tallest peak within the Ten High Peak Faction. It isn't a peak that houses one of the five branches, but that doesn't mean it's empty."

Huevas turned, facing Tyr. "This is my humble abode." He smiled, "They tried to give me a palace, but I'd rather work on gaining power rather than showing off to fools who I have never even met."

Tyr followed Huevas. Although the Grandmaster made it seem like this place was lackluster, it was still very grand.

It looked similar to a Japanese-style house, with sloped roof tiles and pointed tips.

Huevas led Tyr into the building and through a sliding door.

They sat down on floor mats opposite a puny table in the middle that had two small cups on it with no handles.

The steaming aroma led Tyr to recognize the cups to be filled with hot tea.

Tyr's stomach grumbled as he sat down, "Make this quick..." he said, placing his hands on his lap.

"Of course..." Huevas stared into Tyr's eyes. "I... am a genius," he suddenly said.

"What?" Tyr was thrown off.

"Look at you... you are perfect!" Huevas couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Tyr was weirded out but remained silent.

"I made a very good choice to reach out to you. I heard from a source that Lao Heshang passed you in the evaluation exam... but not by regular means. You captured over 300 petals, I hear?" Huevas seemed eager to speak about this.

"Well... yeah. It wasn't easy."

"Trust me... I understand. Believe it or not, I tried the same thing as you."

"What?" Tyr wasn't expecting to hear that.

"Indeed... did you think you were the only one to try mastering all the wind formations and petal formations? That test is taken by every Hunter who has entered the Immortal Peak. Some, realistically, are even smarter than you."

Tyr didn't respond. He wasn't going to combat that since it was a fact. He didn't hold pride in himself that he was the smartest person ever or anything like that.

"I tried my best. I didn't sleep for weeks, calculating every last possibility. Despite that, I only managed to get 24 petals. Can you believe it? And it took me three entire weeks."

Tyr squinted, "I didn't do anything special though... sure, it was very difficult, but all you really need is perseverance. When it comes to math, all that exists are probabilities and percentages. These will never change, despite the time it takes to find out what they are."

"That's what you think, Tyr. But you are mistaken."

Tyr's eyes narrowed even more, confusion entering his mind. "What do you mean?"

"Those petals, Tyr..." Huevas paused, his smile stretching. "Have completely random generation probabilities."

Tyr's eyes opened this time, surprise taking over. "Then... how--"

"I don't know!" Huevas shouted. "That's the fun part! Many have tried your tactic, and all have failed! Yet... you were able to do it. You have something that no one else has... it's special. It's what winners have!"
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Tyr didn't know what to make of all this.

"I don't know what it is. Luck... coincidence... skill... who knows!? But what I do know is that there is something in this world that is on your side. A certain will that lifts you up like Atlas lifting the world on his shoulders."

After a pause, Tyr's stomach grumbled again. He rested his hand on his belly as he said, "So... is that all you wanted to talk about?"

Huevas looked down at Tyr's stomach before quickly moving on: "Not just that, but I hear you have been cultivating at a very high speed as well. Above that, you don't seem to be having any troubles with your dragon."

"Ares..."

"Pardon?"

"His name--"

"The dragon has a name!?"

"Yes. The dragon's name is Ares."

Huevas leaned back, nearly falling backward. He looked at Tyr's face again, but the boy looked to be clueless.

A cold sweat ran over his forehead. 'I can't believe it... not even he knows what he is saying. To name a dragon... not even a damn dragon tamer can name a dragon!?'

He was baffled, "This is unbelievable news... although Dragon Tamers hold custody and part ownership of the dragon, their names are chosen from before they are even born. Their names are special, and cannot be changed for crucial reasons... their names are what give them power."

"What gives them power?" Tyr asked, confused since Ares still had power despite getting the name from Tyr.

"Their names are chosen by the Gods themselves before being born into this world. Each name has a different meaning, giving the dragon its personality and power. It cannot be changed! If it is ever changed somehow by a God... then I have no clue what would happen. It has never been recorded before in history!"

Tyr chuckled, "Jeez... I guess you're having a good day today then huh?"

Huevas shook his head. "I should have conversations with you more often. Listening to you is like listening to a miracle machine! Almost as if you yourself are a god or something, hahaha!"

Huevas paused, getting back to the main point. "Tyr... although I have entered you into the Immortal Peak, you are still superior compared to all of those Inner Echelon branch students in terms of potential. It is only right that you get even more special perks. That is why I have invited you here today."

'More like kidnapped...'

"It is my responsibility to see that you grow into your potential... so... I would like to present you with something that I believe only you and your miraculous mind can decode, and make use of."

Huevas reached into his storage ring, taking out a scroll that illuminated with a dark, purplish glow.

"Neither I nor the Faction Sovereign have been able to use this cultivation technique. It is imperfect, unstable, and sealed off via an arsenal of Aura Arrays. But... from the Aura that exudes from it, we can measure its Grade to be well into the SS Grade."

Tyr's eyes slowly widened.

"It's ancient, found inside of a unique dungeon without a backstory. It was found a very long time ago, but it has symbols sharing the symbols within that dungeon, as if the two are intertwined. I want you to have it... and I want you to make use of it."