Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

A smile slowly appeared on Malon's face.

Noa widened her eyes in slight excitement, "I want to kill them using Betsy..."

Hanzo stared at her as if she was crazy, "Calm down! I can never get used to how crazy you get when you even think about that stupid gun."

"What did you say about Betsy!?" Noa exclaimed in anger.

"Oi, stop talking about the gun for a second. I am talking about something serious here." Tyr said at that moment, causing Noa to hmph loudly and turn to the side.

Hanzo exhaled before replying, "Destroy the black slugs you say... I don't think we sho--"

"I have already made up my mind." Tyr interrupted, his eyes wide and raging with a fire of determination.

Hanzo paused, staring at him for a moment, "If you are that certain, then I agree with you, Tyr." He said right then and there, not refuting any longer.

"Haha." Malon chuckled slightly, "There really is no choice when Tyr makes up his stubborn mind huh?"

Hanzo smirked, getting up, 'Not just that... but Tyr would never make up his mind on something he doesn't know will come out as a victory. I've learned to trust him on these things. When it comes to decisions like those, he feels far older than even me.'

Tyr also stood up, as did the others.

"If the black slugs are weak, we can obliterate them and be done with it. I won't want to deal with being chased by them across the continent for any longer. I won't stand for being chased by anyone, let alone those weak cunts."

"They weren't exactly weak for you only a few months ago." Hanzo joked, "But now, you grew in strength like crazy."

"Thats true. I would not have been able to say these things had it not have been for that power boost."

Before the group left the pub, they heard a voice calling for them from the back.

"Oi! You hunters!" A man's voice sounded.

They turned, noticing a man behind the counter calling for them.

It wasn't the chef, but rather, it seemed to be the owner of the establishment.

"Please, come. I want to talk with you about something." The middle aged, short Zasean native exclaimed.

Tyr and the others decided to make their way over.

*

"My name is Theroflliakokorankel. Please, feel free to call me Therof, as it is probably easier to your tongue."

Thankfully, this man spoke the main language that everyone could understand.

"Uh... right." Tyr said, "Im Tyr, thats Hanzo, Noa, and Malon." All of them gave slight gestures of introduction as their names were said.

Suddenly, the pub owner's tone lowered and his expression went serious: "So... you all know about what this place is, right? Or rather... what it has become."

Tyr and Hanzo looked at each other for a second before Tyr answered.

"You're saying this place wasn't... that, before?"

"What? No! Gods no!" The pub owner exclaimed, "To be truthful with you, this place was once of the most thriving states within Zasea Kingdom. Now, however, it is overrun with... them."

"We call em' black slugs."

"Black slugs it is then." The store owner continued, "But they arrived here a few years ago, and ever since then, our state has been a victim and labrat to their experiments. We still can not do a single thing about it, despite thousands getting addicted to the unstable pills, and dozens more getting kidnapped for testing."

Tyr furrowed his brows, pausing for a moment, "Does your government not care? Why are they not moving forth in executing these criminals?"

The pub owner frowned, his brows curling inwards in a sorrowful look: "That practically isn't a government anymore. After everything that has happened, no one trusts our lrax. Many say he has allowed our state to fall to ruin, but trust me... he isn't like that. Despite most people losing hope in the state and in him, he hasn't lost that hope yet.

With those who still stick with him, he works day in and out to find their hideout in this very pocket dimension and eradicate them."

"Hideout huh..." Tyr said, before the pub owner continued.

"Its not as easy as it seems. They have various forbidden techniques and arts. They can make entire structures summon and disappear. They can teleport from one place to another as well... I've seen it with my own eyes."

"Yeah, I've seen that too." Tyr replied, thinking back to the time in Drance when he saw that scammer guy disappear into thin air and come back with Bilweif.

After a short pause, the pub owner seemed to come up with an idea of sorts, "There's a journalist in town..." He suddenly said, capturing the attention of the group.

"She came in town 3 months ago, and has been working on exposing these criminals base of operations for a while. From what I understand she is an independent contractor wanting to make it big, and also despises these... bad guild people. She is one of the only people who still believes in the future of this city. I recommend you go meet her if you are serious about understanding this place more..."

"Understanding? We want to eradicate those sons a' bitches. Screw understanding." Tyr quickly retorted.

The pub owner chuckled, "Paha! Even better then!"

*

They were given more information on this mysterious journalist girl and left alone.

"Hahh~~" Tyr exclaimed as he walked through the streets of the place with long steps and his hands behind his head. "Finally... Im blessed with luck by finding this place. Now I can finally get rid of that bug thats been biting my back without stopping."

Noa frowned, "I don't think you'd exactly count this as good luck."

Malon chuckled, "Yeah... I double down on that."

Tyr grinned, "Of course its luck."

'I can kill those vile bastards, bringing more justice to this world, while gaining levels at the same time...'