Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

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The man's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as veins spread all over his forehead. Blood spurted from his mouth like a small fountain before his body stopped moving altogether.

[You have slain Jicel Kot (Expert Rank Human).]

[You leveled up!]

'Transfer.' Tyr placed his spear back against the tree, his expression still emotionless.

"Hmm..." he exclaimed, "I still gained a level from that? I wasn't expecting one."

[Strength: 137 --> 138]

[Vitality: 130/130 --> 131]

He reached for the merchant's corpse, retrieving nothing but a single storage ring.

'50x50 feet storage... nice. So I have a total of 80 square feet now.' He stood up. 'Now... how will I clean this bloody mess? Maybe Ares' fire can turn it all to dust.'

He thought about unleashing Ares for a second but then imagined an image of Ares blasting the entire garden to smithereens.

He slightly chuckled to himself before thinking, 'Yeah... I don't know about that...'

'Rudra!'

'Yes, master!'

'Come out... and clean this mess up.'

'Without hesitation!'

Rudra immediately exited the infinite domain. He bit the corpse of the merchant, flung him in the air, and swallowed him whole. After that, he licked all the blood off the floor until the grass was clean as ever.

He then lunged at Tyr with an open mouth. However, instead of baring his fangs, he attacked with a tongue assault.

Right before Tyr was licked to death, Rudra was transported back into Infinite Domain.

'... You are too cruel!' Rudra seemed to pout.

Tyr raised an eyebrow. 'Are you a bloodthirsty beast or a 5-year-old girl?'

...

Tyr straightened his fingers, putting on his new storage ring. Now, his pinky, ring, and middle finger were adorned with multicolored jewels.

He opened the ring up, looking at its multitude of contents inside. After scanning through for a few seconds, Tyr noted everything in his head.

'A few trash cultivation techniques, a pouch, a few B-grade pills, 3 A-grade pills, 2 S-grade pills, and finally, a very potent S-grade pill as well.'

Tyr already had a smile on his face upon seeing all of this, but his eyes lit up as he saw that last item.

'It looks nothing like the other S-grade pills I get from the monastery. It exudes much more Aura... S-grade pills come from Purple-grade beast cores. These are only found in Berserk Rank beasts, who are anywhere from level 400 to 1000 from my estimation... that means this S-grade pill must be in the upper echelon of that. It came from a beast close to level 1000. And not to mention the other pills as well... looks like my crow is going to have a field day tomorrow.'

Tyr looked inside the pouch, finding many coins of various sorts inside.

'His money... altogether, I probably have close to an Aura Stone worth right now.'

Tyr was very pleased by this. But, instead of indulging in the excitement for a longer duration, he decided to cut it short for now.

'I have more training to do. I can't slack just because I got lucky.'

Just like that, he began to observe the wind again.

The day passed as Tyr advanced even faster than before, finding his groove through repeated practice.

That said, each new petal added a layer of difficulty. Understanding new wind patterns was exponentially more impossible.

It worked like this: Understanding one or two wind directions was easy, but as Tyr moved onto dozens or even hundreds of them, it was like trying to find a pin in a bale of hay.

After the 50-wind direction mark, that bale of hay expanded 10 times in size. At least, that's what it felt like.

Soon the day ended, and Tyr spent that night studying petal formations as well—ignoring his sleep again.

The next morning, he ate his food balls and headed to the temple to cultivate again.

Before beginning his cultivation, he gulped down the 5 B-grade pills, 3 A-grade pills, and also the 5 S-grade pills, including the very potent one.

His cultivation went very smoothly. His crow worked tirelessly, absorbing all of the Aura bursting out of the pills Tyr consumed.

After a while, Tyr's crow suddenly screeched—materializing its feathery body in real-time and transforming from a hollow to a shadow crow.

Another hollow crow summoned at the same time, the two working tirelessly to absorb even more Aura.

In the end, Tyr stood up with a bright smile on his face.

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled—

...

'Status.'

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Tyr Evolion Thalonis

Bloodline: Almighty Thalonis + Unknown

Age: 18 Years

Level: 336

Vitality: 131/131

Strength: 138

Stamina: 126/126

Speed: 125

Aura: 125

Stats remaining: 50

Rank: Virtuoso

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

With a grin, Tyr began to input his remaining points.

[Vitality: 131/141 --> 140] Explore more at mvl

[Strength: 138 --> 150]

[Stamina: 126/126 --> 135]

[Speed: 125 --> 135]

[Aura: 125 --> 135]

'Not bad... not bad at all. 25 levels in one day is no joke.'

Tyr almost couldn't contain his excitement from seeing these new numbers. He could already feel the strength in his limbs just by moving around.

'There's truly nothing like gaining raw power... it feels like I'm inching to godhood with each point I invest.'

...

After returning to the garden, Tyr continued his training. His routine was made to follow without any excuses or breaks.

As hours began to turn into days, he did not stop for even a moment, determined to finish this shit as soon as possible.

Finally, he arrived at the date of one week which he had spent at the monastery in total.

For the first time this week, he had slept going into his eighth day.

When he awoke, he saw the beautiful pink petals still dancing above him.

Around him were scattered dozens of notebooks filled with drawings and writing. His hair was frizzled, his eyes almost crazed, and his body resembling that of a homeless man when it came to hygiene.

Despite this, a slight smirk still pulled at his lips.

"I did it," he said out loud.

"You did what?" another voice called out to him.

Tyr looked behind him, seeing the young monk that always brought him his food.

"Oh... you're here," Tyr said, standing up.

"Did you really catch 20 plum blossom petals!?" the monk asked, amazed and intrigued at the same time while being infinitely curious.

"Huh? No..." Tyr replied, walking over to the monk.

"Oh..." The young monk's excitement immediately dissipated. "Well... It wasn't like I was expecting you to anyway."

Tyr looked up at the monk with a brow raised as he heard that.

Seeing this, the monk quickly apologized.

"Oh! No no! That's not what I meant. It wasn't targeted towards you. It's just that... of course, no one could ever accomplish such a task in such a short duration. No... that's impossible." He muttered the ending of his statement under his breath, feeling a bit embarrassed that he even believed such a thing in the first place.

Tyr brushed it off, beginning to eat his food balls.

Yet, the young monk did not leave. His eyes were locked onto Tyr.

"Hey..." he said in a quiet tone.

Tyr looked up at him as he continued.

"I still can't help but ask... what were you talking about back there? When you said that you finally did it?"

Tyr paused for a second, staring at the monk directly in the eyes before replying.

"I mastered every single wind direction and petal formation in this entire garden."

The monk was taken aback and also bewildered at the same time.

"Huh?" he said, utterly confused.

"Speaking of which..." Tyr said.

"Tell your leader to come here... I have something to show him."

"M-my leader?"

"Your elder... the head monk or whatever he was."

"Oh! Right... why though? You just said you couldn't catch 20 petals."

Tyr snickered.

"Not just 20... I can catch as many petals as these eyes of mine can see."