Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

"Did he seriously just say that?"

"Oh my god..."

"Who is that guy?"

"It's happened again... poor fool."

"He doesn't know where he is."

"Who does he think he is, talking to Lord Mano like that!?"

More and more murmurs flooded the area. As this happened, the eyes on the drama began to grow as well--word quickly spreading.

"What did you just say to me?" The tall moosh addressed as 'Mano,' said, turning around fully.

"You heard me. Stop right there." Tyr said, his gaze as sharp as a viper.

One of the tall moosh guards looked at another beside him. The other one nodded downwards, and the original one nodded in Tyr's direction before they both started to move toward the boy in unison.

However, they stopped as Mano raised his hand in front of him.

"No... I'll handle this. Moosh's of this city understand how to behave, they are quite well trained like the dogs they are. But... these new skins still have some lessons to learnt." The moosh said, raising his chin toward Tyr:

"Stop and do what, exactly?" He questioned.

"Stop... and apologize." As Tyr said this, the crowd gasped a bit more in astonishment. Their whispers became louder and more pronounced.

"Apologize?" Mano suddenly smirked, "How amusing... and what should I, Prince of this very city in which you so carelessly waltz, apologize for exactly?"

"Apologize for bumping into me, you prick." Tyr retorted, not giving a shit about the consequences anymore. He was human, after all. There was an extent to how much he could tolerate.

"Fuck you and your bloodline. I don't give a shit if you're the prince or a homeless bum, you don't get to push past me."

"HUH!?"

"Did he really just--??"

"Ahahah!"

"Did I just hear that correctly!?"

There was a mix of reactions in the crowd, but above all, pure shock was a good way to describe it.

Mano paused, his guards looking at him with slightly concerned expressions.

He didn't seem to be bothered by the reactions around him, but he didn't say anything either, creating a tense atmosphere as the crowd calmed down from Tyr's rebuttal.

After 10 seconds of silence, he took a step forward and swept the dwarf up from the ground.

"Wha--? No! Im sorry! Please! Let me go, im sorry Lord!" The dwarf screamed, his hands and feet flailing in the air as he was lifted into the air.

Tyr's eyes narrowed: "What are you--" He attempted to say, but the words that were about to come out of his mouth halted due to shock.

Out from Mano's hand grew a sharp and round spike of hardened fungi. It pierced through the dwarf's chest, causing his small swinging arms and legs to abruptly collapse.

Blood from the strike splatted all over the ground in front of Mano, a few drops reaching inches from Tyr's feet.

"Insects!" Mano abruptly shouted, garnering the attention of most of the entire building by now. Heads darted over, expressions filled with confusion and worry.

His hateful gaze swept through the crowd as he lifted the dwarf's body into the air:

"Remember where you stand! You are all insects here in my domain! Do not step out of line, or in my way!"

"That's it... I've had enough of your bull shit." Tyr said under his breath, liquid rage surging through his veins.

'Soul Mend: Polaris Tiger.'

His body began to transform as Mano's head made its way around to face him again.

'Blink Step.'

Tyr appeared in front of the large moosh out of nowhere, his spear already in hand. He had a ferocious look on his face with no thoughts other than to kill.

Through the months of traveling, Tyr had gained much more control over his mind and physical abilities while using Soul Mend.

On top of that, after training with Yurin and the others, his physical skills had skyrocketed. His stats had grown as well, of course, but his technique and fighting prowess had grown in even more impressive amounts.

Mano inhaled sharply, attempting to back away as he noticed the boy summon in front of him:

'Fast!' He managed to think to himself as Tyr thrust his spear forward.

Despite attempting to move, the moosh found himself thrown off by Tyr's sudden burst of speed.

Mano's eyes panned down to his stomach, where Tyr's spear had already made contact with his skin: 'Im... too slow.'

Tyr's spear nearly punctured through the moosh's side abdomen--but barely missed as a guard pushed the tall fungi to the side.

Tyr retracted his spear, managing to at least punch the moosh in the the stomach. The blow was hard enough to send him falling onto his rear.

"Get away!" One of the guards abruptly screamed, slashing at Tyr with his sword and driving the young man back.

The guard's eyes were expanded, he was in a state of shock at what he had just seen.

The two other guards quickly ran to Mano's aid, kneeling beside him as they shouted: "Young Lord! Are you alright!?"

"Stay strong! We have capsules!"

The guard facing Tyr stormed forward, "How could you think to do such a foolish thing!? You barbarian!"

"The only barbarian is you and your master!" Tyr screamed, his rage amplified even further due to his animalistic form.

Despite having gained more control over Polaris Tiger Soul Mend, Tyr's ability to speak was still slightly hindered because his brain had less of a filtering system.

This meant that he blurted whatever he felt at the moment without much of a way to stop it. Of course, he wasn't forced to speak whenever in this form, but since he was so angry he couldn't help himself.

"Confront me! I'll butcher every one of you!" Tyr roared, sprinting forward with his spear before clashing with the guard.

They exchanged several blows, but Tyr was quickly forced on his back leg.

'He's strong... they wouldn't just have some weakling guarding the Prince.' Tyr thought to himself, battling while moving backward.

"You will be punished!" The guard screamed as he slashed Tyr's spear out of his hand. It flew across the room, spinning in the air like a fan before digging into a wall.

With a quick and fluid motion, the guard raised his blade and thrust it down toward Tyr's head.

Tyr's Blink Step cooldown was not finished yet, and this sword was coming down at an immense speed that he couldn't avoid.

'Tsk!' Tyr's blind went blank for a second. As the blade came a foot away from his face, a red arrow suddenly appeared from the distance.

*CLANG*

The guard's blade was flung out of his hand and sent flying upwards before its tip dug into the ceiling, halting its momentum.