Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

When Tyr entered his room, he was immediately introduced to a very unpleasant sight.

The room itself was quite large. It was round, with a small corner at the very back housing a twin-sized bed which was beside the window.

At the center of the room was a circle that was lowered compared to the rest of the room. This place had a couch which faced what looked to be a black glass screen, resembling a modern-day flat-screen TV.

There were a few decorations here and there, floor mats, tables, and chairs.

To the left was a door, which seemed to lead to the bathroom.

All of this was fine on its own, but what upset Tyr was the fact that his bed had been ripped up and torn to shreds.

The floor was drenched with a black liquid that seemed to stain the entire room with splotches of color.

The couches were also torn up, their fluff removed and replaced with what looked like stones.

The walls were ripped and painted with different words and symbols.

"My future bitch."

"Come prepared."

"I'll kill your baby dragon."

"Juicy meat."

More lettering similar to these was scattered around his room.

Tyr clenched his jaw, having a stoic expression as he walked over to the bathroom.

Looking down, he could see a red liquid seeping out from under the door.

He opened the door, slowly creaking it open as he saw a horrid sight inside.

The corpses of several dead animals were littered across the bathroom—inside the tub and the toilet.

Deer, wolves, rabbits, birds, and other various species had their remains splattered all over.

Tyr walked back out to the living room, taking one last look around.

At a table, he found a note that looked to be written in blood:

"I'll make you my bitch and fuck you. Can't wait till dinner... the canteen is going to look like a wonderland. --King"

'King, huh...' Tyr closed his eyes, staring up as he exhaled deeply.

He glanced at the time on his tech band, which read "7:30 PM."

A lot of thoughts ran through his head, but in the end, he decided to sit down at one of the chairs that wasn't dirty.

He took out the scroll and placed it on the table.

'Full Golden Body.' His eyes illuminated with a bright sunny glow as a golden flame erupted at his glabella.

Tyr placed his hand on the scroll, closing his eyes. In that moment, Tyr attempted to enter a meditative state, similar to the one he would enter during cultivation.

In that state, one could not only see Aura in its manifested physical form but also creatures and powers created by the cultivation techniques that you couldn't normally see in a normal state of being.

Tyr wanted to try and see what type of power he was dealing with here. Explore more at M V L

After a short while, Tyr entered that state of mind, where he saw his surroundings from a third-person perspective.

Everywhere else was an infinite void of blackness, but before him was something that covered that void as if infinity had no meaning.

It was big. Incomprehensibly big. Trying to fathom it was like trying to think of a new color—far too overwhelming for the human brain.

Yet, this unprocessable power existed before Tyr's very body.

'What are you...' He inspected it closer, but all he could see was a blurry vision of its purple Aura for now.

It was devastating, like a world made from a storm. Lightning and hellfire rained down at all times, wretched and terrifying, the noises coming from its innards.

After a little while longer, Tyr opened his eyes.

'I'll unlock you eventually...'

He looked at the time, which read "8:09 PM."

'But for now... I have some judgments to make.'

He stood up, walking toward the door.

His door flew open, slamming into the wall and nearly breaking in half as Tyr walked out.

His body was contained, tightened with anger.

He had managed to hold it in since he couldn't do anything about it half an hour ago.

Now, however, Tyr was allowing those fumes to burn up within him.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he felt this damn furious.

The canteen was close by. At the end of the hall and to the left.

When Tyr first entered the grand chamber, he didn't survey how it looked at all.

Despite that, the grandeur of the place spoke for itself. It was immensely large, filled with tables that were scattered across a sprawling floor.

The back of the canteen was a wall made completely out of differently shaped glass panes.

To the left was the food court, where dozens of students had already lined up and were being served their food.

Apart from them, everyone else looked to be doing something completely unexpected.

Everyone was... taking advantage of another person.

Some classic bully types were strangling cash out of the new guys and weaker Hunters.

However, even the average Joes were getting their fair share—although through non-violent means—from those weaker than them.

It seemed there was an agreement all across this canteen. It was a war ground, pretty much.

If you were even slightly stronger than another, you needed to take advantage of them. If you didn't, then you would be punished by the person who was stronger than you for not having what they wanted.

Everyone was trying to take advantage of the others, and the strongest at the top had a monopoly over the whole thing.

At the very back, a group of about 15 Hunters stood around, cracking jokes with each other as they tossed small bites of food into their mouths.

Some were sitting on other weaker Hunters, others holding them hostage, it seemed.

Sitting on top of Suyo, who was kneeling atop a lunch table, was Race.

Tyr noticed him immediately. 'There's no doubt about it... he is the king of this section.'

He b-lined straight in Race's direction with no questions asked.

Tyr wasn't walking like he was the king, but rather, like he didn't give a damn who the king was.