Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

"It's weird... why would this scroll have that symbol on it? I am tens of thousands of miles away from Mycopolis, where that dungeon was. But... then again, that dungeon also had a very murky history. It was elusive, mysterious, and certainly ancient. This cannot be a mere coincidence... not only the two dungeons but the immense power of this cultivation technique and also a real Dragon egg... it all must be connected somehow. But how?"

Right now, Tyr was in the state of mind of putting things together from right now and back then in the Truid quest.

So, another thought entered his mind. Huevas had been talking about 'God' so much that Tyr remembered the odd trial he had to complete within that dungeon.
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'Will I Be A Good God. That was the question I had to answer back then... It's weird. It all feels connected somehow...' He paused, moving onto how these connections could intertwine with the scroll before him.

"The ember within the ring. That was the special power I needed to complete my task. What is the meaning of it? Potentially, it may be the very power I need to conquer this technique as well." He mused but obviously didn't have any real answers yet.

After a sigh, Tyr put the scroll in his storage ring, "I'll figure it out." His stomach grumbled as his predatory eyes lurked upon the bowl of ramen in front of him.

"But for now..." His fingers danced around the bowl, ready to eat, "I will feast!"

He grabbed the chopsticks leaning against the edge of the bowl, forcibly slurping down the noodles.

As soon as that first bite entered his mouth, a bomb of flavor exploded in his mouth.

The broth was the first thing he experienced. It was rich and savory, like a soup of a thousand ingredients cooked for a century to enhance the flavors.

It slizzed along his tongue, enlightening it with delicious flavor as the fantastic aroma and steam flew out of his nose and the extravagant liquid flowed down his tongue—filling his ice-cold, empty stomach with a warm, electrifying magma.

The meat simply melted on his tongue, the salty and slightly sour flavor mixing into the broth and bringing on another level of satisfaction.

The noodles were just right, not too soggy. They were slightly chewy, cooked to perfection, and had absorbed a perfect amount of broth.

The vegetables inside gave the dish a refreshing, unique crunch that put everything together to form a party of flavors and textures that were almost impossible to describe.

That day, it was safe to say that Tyr had reached three peaks, counting for the Immortal Peak, The Peak of Flavor, and one more down south!

***

Tyr stepped out of Huevas' house, and as his feet touched the snow on the floor, he was instantly transported right back to the alley where Huevas had first captured him.

Tyr looked around, gathering his surroundings.

There looked to be no one around him. At that moment, he felt a tap on the shoulder.

He abruptly turned, noticing Arin's smiling face behind him.

'How the hell can she hide her Aura like that? I need to learn that as well... it's pretty damn effective.'

"You're still here." Tyr said, looking up at the sun.

"Well yeah, it's only been half an hour or so. Still... leaving me alone like that was pretty rude."

"You pretend as though I had a choice," Tyr said with narrow eyes, turning, "So where's that restaurant?"

Arin ran up and grabbed onto his arm again, "Right this way!"

Tyr exhaled, 'Wait... why am I doing this? I already ate...'

*

The two spent a little while in the small restaurant.

It was certainly known, especially considering the fact that the door to enter was hidden behind an invisible brick wall.

Inside, it was quite cozy and small. There didn't seem to be many people inside, and those who were attending were silent and respectful.

The food was surprisingly delicious. Maybe even surpassing the ramen Tyr had eaten before.

Overall, it was a decent experience. Yet, Tyr still regretted it slightly since he could have used that time cultivating, or maybe figuring out how to open his new cultivation technique.

After leaving the restaurant, it had gotten a bit darker into the day.

"It's time for me to go," Arin said, jumping in front of Tyr with a slightly sad look on her face.

"Alright. Bye," Tyr said, beginning to turn, but he halted as Arin continued to talk.

"Wait! Aren't you even going to say goodbye? Don't lie, that was fun!"

Tyr turned back around as Arin continued, "I wish we could do this every day," Arin paused as Tyr thought to himself,

'Please no...'

"But..." Arin looked down, seemingly disappointed, "I have to go for a while now. I don't get to come down here too often."

Tyr raised a brow, "What? Didn't you say you live here in the Immortal Peak?"

Arin chuckled slightly on hearing this, "You're adorable!"

Tyr had a straight face, 'Okay... I wasn't trying to be.' He shook his head.

"I live here, in the faction. Not in this peak though. Don't worry, we will meet as soon as I have the time. Until then, learn that sutra!"

"Don't worry about that. I'll conquer that thing if it's the last thing I do."

Arin grinned, "I know..." She turned, waving goodbye as she walked away—her beautiful silver hair flowing side to side across her back.

'I'm not surprised she knew about the Chaos Veil Sutra.' Tyr mused, turning as well, 'Now... let's see if I can decode this scroll.'

*

Riding atop Rudra, Tyr arrived at the training facility. He wasn't willing to waste any more time.

Using his tech band, he arrived at his section, which was Section C.

The first thing he saw was a long, extending hall. It was very tall, the ceiling over 70 feet high in the air.

Its width wasn't a joke either, stretching 40 feet from side to side.

Tyr saw a few students make their way through this section.

They left and entered their rooms, which were on the sides of the hall.

At the very back was a grand fleet of stairs that led to the second floor—which was nothing but a wide 10-foot balcony about 30 feet up from the floor, which lined the entire hall. On the right side of the balcony were the rooms, all directly above the bottom floor rooms.

Tyr arrived at the entrance of his designated room. He checked the room number, just to make sure it was correct.

'111... that's the one.' He thought to himself before taking in a deep breath. He grabbed the door handle and twisted it, taking a large step forward...