Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

One of Javr's lackeys spoke up: "Don't worry about it..." He looked to the side, not wanting to face Race for some reason.

Race looked at the guy he was carrying on his back. He had a hammer indent on the side of his face—looking heavily injured.

"Kepl... you guys just met up with Crimson, didn't you?" Race immediately surmised, narrowing his eyes. "Tell me what happened if you want what's best for you."

"Okay... it doesn't matter now anyway," another one of Javr's friends spoke up. "Javr picked a fight with that Dragon Tamer guy."

Race's brow heightened as he scanned Javr closer.

'What...' He thought to himself in shock. 'Javr isn't a section king like me, Crimson, and Bepan... but he still isn't weak by any means. To do this to him... that guy must not be a complete weakling.'

"How much damage did Tyr Evolion take?" Race asked decisively, wanting an answer so he could gauge Tyr's power.

"None..." Javr's friends replied without hesitation.

Race paused for a moment, he and his friends taken aback by that statement.

"I see..."

Another one of Javr's friends continued, "Crimson is set on Tyr now... but he will probably wait it out. Scope his prey from afar as he builds confidence and strength... it's what he always does to newcomer meat that looks like it has potential."

Race grinned, "He's in my section though... isn't Crimson stepping too far?"

There was silence as Race continued, "Sure... we all know Crimson could probably best me in a one-on-one... but I have confidence that my entire section could pose a threat to him."

Javr and his friends didn't say anything for a while but replied with: "If anything, Crimson will probably lose interest if you defeat Tyr anyway. He doesn't care for weaklings who get beaten by the likes of you."

Race furrowed his brows, "What did you just call me?"

"We aren't going to fight now... move out of the way so we can head to the emergency."

Javr and his group trudged forward, not looking to have a care for even their own lives at this point.

It threw Race off guard so heavily that he and his friends just let them go.

"Fucking weirdos... I would make them pay for saying such things, but I don't want to fight a dog with a broken leg."

He and his group also left.

***

Nearly starving to death, Tyr lazily stumbled along the streets, his eyes zoning around like a missile to find food anywhere nearby.

"Found you!" a sweet voice reached his left ear. He turned, but no one was there.

"Shall we continue on where we left off?" Arin said, this time on his right side.

Tyr turned like a zombie. "Do what you want... I need... food."

Holding her hands behind her back as she walked with long strides beside Tyr, Arin chuckled as she said: "I heard about what you did in the first class... quite the troublemaker you are, huh?"

"From your weird power, huh?" Tyr asked, getting more used to it by now.

"Oh no... I don't need that to get information like this. Trust me, word of you brutally beating Javr has already spread across this peak."

Tyr didn't say anything.

"Some say 'the great Dragon Tamer defeats a bully,' and others exclaim 'That demonic bastard is ruthless.' It's pretty funny to hear all of that, when in reality, you are only moving in the direction of power."

Tyr sighed, "I stand in people's way..."

"You don't like it when people stand in yours. You want to become powerful."

"There is a path to that power. A path that is not laid out for me, but one I have to create through other people."

...

"To have others not stand in your way, you have to stand in theirs, huh?"

"That is the only way..." Tyr nearly passed out after saying that. "That's it... I have no more energy to talk... I need... food."

"Don't you have food in your storage rings—"

"That's not food! I've been eating dried meat jerky for too long... I will get real food, or starve right here and now..."

Arin chuckled. "Yet you would go through hell itself to not die... You really are interesting, Tyr."

Tyr glanced over at her. 'Why is she so infatuated by me? I really don't have the time nor energy to entertain her. She isn't a problem for now, so I guess I don't really have to do anything. She's also a small resource for her knowledge...'

As Tyr was thinking this, Arin stepped into an empty alleyway. "There's a hidden restaurant here. Only some know about it... but it's the best food in the Immortal Peak. Let's head there."

Tyr followed her like a sheep following its herder, not hearing a single word out of her mouth except for 'restaurant' and 'food.'

After getting to the middle of the alley, the two were surprised by a blistering wind that fell down upon them.

They were nearly swept off of their feet due to the power of the wind.

Tyr immediately stood straight and looked up, seeing a small figure in the air as he was a second away from activating Full Golden Body. 'Tsk... another fight with no food in the stomach? I guess I'll have to get it done quickly—' He stopped thinking as he saw the figure closer.

"Huevas?" He mumbled as the man gracefully floated down with a warm smile.

"Tyr! How has your journey in the Ten High Peak Faction gone so far?" Huevas exclaimed happily.

"What do you want? I'm about to starve to death, Huevas... make it quick."

Arin looked over at Tyr as she heard this, breaking out into a small chuckle.

"My apologies, young Tyr. I have an urgent meeting to hold with you. Food shall be provided where we are going."

"Where we are going?" Tyr confusedly asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Let's not waste time here... you will soon find out." Huevas grabbed the back of Tyr's shirt, throwing him into the air as Tyr disappeared into the clouds.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" Tyr's voice faded away into the distance.

Huevas turned to Arin, bowing his head. "It is a pleasure seeing you, young mistress."

Arin welcomed the greeting with a kind expression. "Likewise, Sir Kane."

With a nod, Huevas jumped into the air—disappearing from sight as well.