Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

As he left the bar, everyone still stood frozen in place.

"Did that really just happen?"

"I still can\'t believe it..."

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Tyr calmly strolled through the streets with his eyes closed. \'Those thugs... well, I guess they aren\'t really thugs. They are members of the town\'s clan... albeit, most likely just some scrubs who joined for infamy and status. Still, their level was around 150 on average. Easily in the Adept Rank.\'

He paused, pondering on this for a short while.

\'That\'s quite the upgrade from Ainsveld. Usually, most goons like these wouldn\'t even be above level 50. That means that as status goes higher, power will also far supersede that of Ainsveld. Or, in other words, I\'m weak as crap here. My level is still only 302...\'

As he made his way through the lively streets, Tyr visited various weapons and armor shops.

\'I\'ve wanted to increase my power in a better way, but I\'ve been stalled each time. The only reason I\'m even this powerful now is because of that incident in Tarnish.\'

He visited beast material stores, alchemy shops, aesthetic businesses, and pretty much whatever else was on the streets.

He wanted to see how things were in Eldraemar. How they were different, and how they were similar to what he knew.

\'I still haven\'t fully looked into gaining power in this world. All I\'ve done is trust my GG power of leveling up through killing. But... there are those in Eldraemar who are far superior to me without even having this advantage. My goal is to have no shackles... and being so weak is the biggest shackle I have right now.\'

He also wanted to get to know more about getting to the Ten High Peak Faction in case the bartender from earlier hadn\'t been telling him the whole truth.

After an entire day of roaming Bruther Stone, Tyr arrived back at the same tavern that he had originally entered.

\'Well... I guess that\'s why I am here in Eldraemar. Once I get into that faction, I will study and fully indulge in the alchemy and cultivation side of things. All this time, I have focused more so on leveling with GG, but I have never focused on the thing that has made everyone else in this world so strong... Ancestral Abilities, Cultivation, Ranks, and Alchemy.\'

Tyr caught a few odd glances here and there from some people when he entered the establishment.

It seemed some people from earlier that day had decided to stick around or maybe come back for a second time.

Other than that, there were some curious expressions that floated around upon seeing Tyr as well.

These curious figures were tapped on the shoulder by their friends, who whispered words along the lines of:

"That\'s him..."

"He\'s the one I was talking about."

"That\'s the guy I heard beat up those Bruther Clan members..."

"He dares to come back here? His balls must be made out of top-grade steel."

Tyr ignored all of these reactions, making his way to the back again and capturing the bartender\'s attention with a hand gesture.

Seeing Tyr, the bartender was at first struck with surprise.

\'That guy... why the heck is he back here? I hope he doesn\'t cause much trouble for my establishment again. Then again, I guess I shouldn\'t be too harsh on him. He did save me from those bullies...\'

He quickly wisened up, rushing toward the young man who had called him over.

"Yes, sir. What is it?" the bartender said with a polite tone.

"You got rooms here, right? I want to stay for a day."

"Oh..." The bartender paused, looking to think to himself as his face turned slightly glum.

\'He wants to stay here out of all places!?\'

"Well... you know, Bruther Clan men love to stay here," the bartender said in a whisper, leaning in. "It\'s kind of a hot spot for them. I don\'t think you should be risking another fight."

The bartender looked up at Tyr\'s eyes, a fearful and uncertain look on his face.

Tyr looked back down at him with an unimpressed gaze, "You call that a fight?" he said in a low tone.

The bartender paused, making this staring session between the two men quite awkward as he donned the same uncertain expression on his face.

After a couple of seconds, he lowered his head and handed a key to the young man.

"I apologize... your room is upstairs to the right. Please have a nice stay," the bartender finally conceded.

Tyr grabbed the key and began to reach for his storage ring.

"Oh, no worries. As a sign of gratitude for helping me out before, the stay is on me," the bartender smiled.

Tyr gave a subtle nod, turning and heading for his room.

On the upper floor, there was a long, wide hallway that had multiple smaller hallways branching out of it.

Each one of these smaller hallways had room doors on either side.

Everything was modestly decorated, the interior made of mostly wood planks.

Tyr made his way to his room according to the key number, exhaling as he placed the key into the doorknob.

\'I can\'t afford to waste time here... I need to get to the faction as soon as possible.\'

On thinking this, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Right as his foot landed on the floor, his eyes expanded with surprise.

The room itself was fairly normal, with a large window, a single bed, a table and chair, and what looked to be a door to the bathroom.

However, what shocked him was a random, beautiful young woman elegantly dressed in fine silks lying on the windowsill beside the bed. .net

The woman stared right at him with inviting brown eyes and plump red lips, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders.