Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

As Tyr made his way through the room, he noticed a group of bullies on his left who were searing hot letters into another Hunter's back.

"Ahheeeeekkrgh!" The Hunter's piercing screech blended into the rest of the loud exclamations of pain.

Other Hunters were being stripped of all of their clothes, completely naked and made to dance on top of tables.

"Yeah! Turn around!"

"Do that one move from yesterday! Hahaha!"

"Hahah!"

Others were tied up and ganged up on, brutally beaten to the point of being a bloody meatbag.

"What did I tell you about late payments!?"

"If you don't want to die, stop resisting!"

Through all of this, Tyr's vision remained locked onto Race.

The other bullies and Hunters in the canteen also seemed to notice Tyr as he walked through. He stood out since he was the only one to encroach on other people's so-called 'territories' without warning.

"Hey... that's fresh meat."

"Yeah, dragon meat!"

"Be careful though... I heard Crimson wanted a piece."

"Crimson? I'm pretty sure the King is going to try and take him out..."

"All he did was beat up Javr of Group A. How strong could he be if we ganged up on him?"

"Should we tie him up?"

A small group of Hunters gathered, slowly beginning to tail Tyr from afar.

As Tyr reached 50 meters away from Race, the two made eye contact.

Race's neck stopped dead in its tracks, staying locked onto Tyr as a smirk played at his lips.

"Oh? It's the fresh meat we've all been waiting for, I see. Did you like your little gift I left in your room? Hahaha!" He broke out into a peal of laughter.

The Hunters around him also laughed hysterically.

Suyo noticed Tyr from the corner of his eye, his eyes widening. His face was clearly beaten to a pulp. He was in his underwear as well, exposing the bruises and cuts all across his bare body.

"Tyr... the Dragon Tamer..." Suyo suddenly spoke. At that moment, Race and his lackeys all stared at him with hostile looks.

'Didn't I tell this little bitch that I would cut his tongue off if he were to speak again?' Race thought to himself, hearing Suyo out before deciding what to do.

"You..." Suyo began to stammer, "You... you..."

Others began to make fun of him.

"Are you going to ask him for help, like this morning!?"

"Do you think he will save you again? This is our canteen, dumbass!"

"Don't tell me you are going to beg him to rescue you!"

"You..." Suyo finally finished what he wanted to say, "Need to run! This place is impossible to survive!"

The entire gang broke out into abrupt laughter again. Race slapped the side of Suyo's head.

"Ahaha! Looks like I've truly broken your spirit! Damn, even I feel a bit bad!"

"Wait... really?" one of his friends asked.

"Huh?" Race responded. "Hell no! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Race turned to Tyr amidst the laughter, "Why the ugly face? Have some fun!"

'Oh, I will...'

"Come on... are you mad that I beat the shit out of your boyfriend? Why don't you do something about it?"

As soon as those words exited Race's lips, he immediately felt a blast of air that felt like lava slam against his face.

He immediately stopped laughing, his eyes widened, and the edges of his lips fell to a large frown.

'My face... do I still have skin?' He caressed his cheeks, in shock and disbelief.

His eyes wandered over to Tyr, who was ten times the size of before and towering over the canteen.

A devastating Aura unleashed from Tyr, which felt like radiating waves of death.

A looming feeling of doom crashed into Race's mind as he suddenly felt a blade slowly slide through the back of his neck.

"No..." he said. "No... no, no! I don't want to die!" Like butter, the blade reached his vocal cords, disabling him from speaking.

Just like that, blood spurted from his neck, and his head fell to the floor.

In that moment, Race checked his neck... and it was completely unscathed.

But then, he felt a sword slash across his chest. The pain was horrible, his lungs gashed open—but again—disbelief struck him as he felt no wounds on his body. Explore more stories at M V L

Like this, Race felt himself butchered ten thousand times in ten thousand different ways, in ten mere seconds.

This was the terrifying prowess of Tyr's passive spell: [Ancestral Aura], which also affected every other living creature inside this canteen at this very moment.

More than half of the canteen had immediately passed out as Tyr's Ancestral Aura flooded the room like a tsunami. Their eyes rolled back into their heads, their bodies flopping to the floor like ragdolls.

The rest felt the weight of a thousand suns crashing onto their shoulders, many smashed flat into the ground while others withstood and bent to their knees.

The looks in their eyes were something that most humans never saw in a lifetime. A look that was primal, something that came from deep within their subconscious when all else failed.

When the identities and masks they had created of themselves fell down and exposed who they truly were. When the egos and self-respect they once had for themselves were forgotten, and all that was left was the only true desire all living beings had inherently within them from the day they were born:

...

'Survive... I must... survive!'

'Spare me...'

'Please... I don't want to die.'

'Help!'

'I don't want to... die!'

The distraught faces of the Hunters turned red as many burst into tears, crying like newborn children for the first time in years.

No longer did the concepts of humiliation or embarrassment, judgment nor character play any role in their minds. All that existed was the despair that overwhelmed them, and their desperation to survive at all costs.

Some gave in to the assault, unable to take this mental torture. Every second felt like an eternity of pain, all stemming from one single being which felt like death itself.

They gave up on living, only wanting escape from what felt like hell in the mortal world.

Tyr glanced over at Race, who had gotten up from Suyo's back.

'He managed to stand?' Tyr mused as Race hopped off of the table and onto the floor.

Race's expression was different from before. He looked furious, his brows curled inwards, and his eyes seething with hatred.

Tyr immediately understood why. Ancestral Aura and bloodlust only worked due to the fear induced on one by their own mind.

However, if one no longer had fear for their life, it would have no effect.

Anger had overtaken Race to the point where he would risk his life as long as it meant he could kill Tyr.

"Some are born with a more courageous mind... I'm sure you didn't become the so-called king of this section without being more special than the rest," Tyr exclaimed, raising his chin. "Still, you haven't learned when to take a back seat."

Race growled, "I have taken a back seat far too many times. Whether it be for the other two bastards, or anyone else that has beaten me in a fight. But I promise you... I will die before ever bending my knee to a pathetic, southern bastard like you, who was gifted his power and status from birth."

Tyr's eyes narrowed as Race continued, the young Hunter walking forward.

"You were probably born in an undisturbed family with a silver spoon in your mouth. You don't know the concepts of working hard... everything you have gotten is from luck! I'll show you... I'll show you what it means to work hard!"

Tyr felt a bloodlust brewing from the Hunter, so he quickly scanned him before their fight began.

'I know he won't be weak. He is a section captain of the Immortal Peak... this won't be easy.'

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Name: Race Rath

Age: 20 Years

Power Level: 450

Rank: Grandmaster

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Race suddenly sprinted forward—the ground beneath his feet almost melting from the sheer speed of his launch.