Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

As soon as Tyr stepped inside, he was greeted with a very lively environment.

To both his left and right, he could see various seats filled with different people.

They were aged young to about middle-aged, talking and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks and food. Speaking of which, the rich aroma of food items wafted across the entire room, delightfully hooking Tyr.

The inside was fairly large, close to over 120 feet in size from one side of the floor to the other.

The tables were spread around about 10 feet apart from each other--some being more inclosed and stuck onto a wall, and others being more open and in the center of the establishment.

The environment was lively and fun, and the inside had a warm brown hue coloring over it.

As Tyr stepped inside, he got a few odd glances here and there from some men. They had their large weapons unholstered and placed on the side of their tables.

Tyr began to walk forward. At the very left of the floor was a large bar area where everyone got their food and drinks.

Opposite the entrance, however, was a long countertop with 8 workers standing behind it--each one separated by a thin pane of glass.

There were 8 lines in front of the counters with varying amounts of people, each one separated by a cloth railing.

'Looks like a help desk...' Tyr mused as he walked over there. He surveyed the room as he walked, however.

To the right was a giant board of posters ranging in size and the tone of their colors. In front of it were dozens of people who looked to be Hunters.

'A mission board?' Tyr thought once more before arriving at a line.

He waited nonchalantly for a while, thinking of how Hanzo just left him to figure all of this out on his own. On top of that, Tyr still wanted to get to level 50 as soon as possible.

'Tsk... It took me weeks and dozens of beasts just to level up once to get to 39. At this rate, It'll take me months to get to 50! I need a better way...' He also remembered what Hanzo said about Ancestral Abilities.

'That's right... the main power in this world.' He looked around once more at the unique faces of people in the building, 'To think that most if not all of these hunters are a part of the 40% who have Ancestral powers is pretty insane.'

Tyr could only imagine what power he would get, if any.

'The spell I'll get at level 50 is probably going to be my first Aura spell. I think I will unlock my Aura Core then, and if what Hanzo said is right, I should get my Ancestral Ability at the same time...'

He took a breath. There were a lot of things to think about, but this wasn't the correct place to plan it all out right now.

He arrived at the front of the line, where a line of 5 more people had already formed behind him.

A sparky young lady addressed him, wearing clean white work clothing. She had locks of blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"Hi! How could I help you today sir?" She said with a bouncy tone.

Hearing this, Tyr remembered how he had to act happy and put on a smile while greeting customers back on Earth. However, he just stopped doing that after a while. He didn't have too many shits to give after getting humiliated so many times...

He had been a victim of constant bullying and embarrassment by random teens and even adults. He never lashed out, however, scared of losing his only job. Well, I guess he did lash out once, didn't he...

Tyr replied with a straight face: "I want to be a Hunter."

Of course, he had already decided this on his way to Drance with Hanzo. Hunters weren't only strong, but they had exciting lives.

Although at first Tyr just wanted to live a decent life after coming to this planet, he realized that maximizing his existence was a far better goal.

And so, doing what excited him most was the path he had changed to now.

Hunting would allow him much easier access to stronger beasts, allowing him to level up much faster. Especially if he were to last hit some crazy strong beast that a whole squad ganged up on.

"I see!" The chirpy young lady exclaimed, placing one of her palms on the desk.

As she did this, a piece of paper materialized out of thin air on the table in front of her and letters began to appear. Tyr was pleasantly surprised, always happy to see the mystical wonders of this new world.

The letters weren't just normal but formed from the best of fonts, without any flaw or imbalance.

'She isn't just manipulating the Aura. If she was, generating ink and paper from nothing would be impossible. According to Hanzo, Aura can be used externally to push, pull, grab, and other functions that a physical object can do. However, unless it is harnessed and absorbed through one's Aura Core, it can not be used to create something from another or use any real elemental powers.'

He spoke up, wanting to confirm his theory: "That's your Ancestral Ability, right?"

"Oh?" The lady said, "Yes!" She smiled. "Hand Of A Writer is my Ancestral Ability. It's very useful for tasks such as these." She seemed delighted to say.

'I see...' Tyr mused, 'I guess even though she has an Ancestral Ability and is a part of the 40% who can unlock thier Aura Core, she isn't a Hunter. I mean, what could she do with such a useless Ancestral Ability anyway? It really is like a genetic lottery.'

Out of nowhere, the young lady laughed as she continued working on the paper with her ability.

Tyr was slightly taken aback, 'Huh? I didn't say that out loud did I?' He questioned for a second.

"Don't worry, I know what you're probably thinking. I too know that my Ancestral Ability isn't great, but the way you ask that question tells me you don't know much about the topic. You know, not many out of the 40% able to be blessed with an Aura Core have great Ancestral Abilities."

She paused, the lettering on the page coming to a halt.

"So, why do you want to become a hunter?" She started with this question.

Tyr answered, and as he did, the writing on the page continued to grow. This happened for 10 minutes straight.

By the end, Tyr was forced to sign a separate piece of paper. Why? Because he didn't have an Aura Core.

'I may not ever get it, but I'm hoping that I do at level 50. She doesn't know that though. She probably thinks that I just didn't get my Aura Core whatsoever.' Tyr thought to himself as he signed the page.

The young lady said some motivational words to Tyr, "It's really no problem that you don't have an Aura Core. Of course, an Ancestral Ability would help greatly, but even without it and with just the help of techniques and whatnot, you can become a great Hunter with practice."

She was genuine, but Tyr wasn't really convinced. If he didn't have his spells from GG, he would be quite useless even with his leveled stats. That was another aspect he had to work on in the future.

After he signed the paper, the young lady instructed him that his Hunter Test was scheduled for 1 day from now. That meant that he had tomorrow off fully without anything to do.

He thanked her and after asking a few questions, was given a key to a 1 person bedroom.

On asking about the payment, the young lady reassured him: "Don't worry! First night's on the house!" She said with a big smile.

Tyr made his way to the right of the bar area, where a flight of stairs led to the upstairs bedrooms.

He found his room at the end of the hall at the very top of the stairs.

It was small, as expected. There was a single window looking outward opposite of the door, and a small bed right beside it.

A table was next to the door, and opposite the end of the bed was another door leading to a fair-sized toilet and bathroom.

Although Tyr was hungry, he had forgotten about that feeling--more so concerned about how tired he was. Healing from an injury as large as his was extremely taxing on the central nervous system.

So, without hesitation, he threw his spears toward the table and jumped onto the bed, falling fast asleep. His body melted into the pillow and mattress like it was jello. This was, after all, the first bed experience he had had since coming to Subworld.

It was bliss... utter bliss...

Tomorrow, however, he had some grand plans.

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