CHAPTER 301: MYTHICAL GRIMOIRE!?

Grey had heard quite a lot about this old man, a strong Book Grandmaster who had managed to tame the Inspect Diamond Grimoire in his very first taming ceremony.

His legends and adventures resounded throughout the kingdom and even beyond. If he wished, this old man could very well have become king and sat on the throne; however, for some reason, he had already retired and rarely appeared.

"Cough, cough." The old man coughed. "Do you know me?"

"Of course I know you," Grey said, looking straight at the old man for a moment. "Who hasn’t heard about the legendary commoner?"

"Such titles are meaningless to me, as they no longer hold my interest," the old man spoke calmly.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow when he heard this. "Then why are you here? Are you going to obstruct me as well?"

The silver dragon behind Grey roared, its slitted pupils flashing with a threatening glint.

The old man remained calm under Drayken’s pressure as he spoke, "I didn’t want to obstruct you." He sighed. "But this old man is merely repaying a favor."

"Whose favor?" Grey’s blue pupils shifted toward the short, red-haired boy. "That guy? What was his name again?"

"I believe it was Aldrich," the old man replied.

"So how did this little weakling compel you to stand in my way?" Grey mocked. "You know you don’t even have a chance of beating me."

Drayken roared behind him, shaking the surroundings as debris rained down from the ceiling. The dragon then tilted his massive head toward the sky and opened his jaws.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but a heartbeat later, the roof was torn apart as lightning surged, gathering within Drayken’s maw.

Bolts crackled violently inside, some strands lashing outward and scorching the ground, turning it into charcoal from the sheer heat.

This was no ordinary lightning. Enhanced by his bloodline, it carried not only terrifying destructive power but also unimaginable speed.

Speed to match destruction, both forces combined in his lightning into something truly terrifying.

There might be a few Grimoires in this world capable of defending against such an attack, especially if he mixed his Aura with the lightning.

Drayken was certain that only a Diamond or Mythic Grimoire could withstand that blast.

The old man gulped nervously, fear flickering in his eyes. But it took only a moment for him to regain his composure. He looked at Grey sternly and shook his head:

"It may seem like a small favor, but I am a man of principle. A drop of kindness must be repaid with a river of kindness, and a drop of hatred with a river of hatred. This favor is worth almost as much as my life."

"That’s certainly admirable," Grey replied with a chuckle. "However, my fist has no eyes, whether it’s your principles or not."

His tone grew colder:

"You will die, old man, if you face me."

A shiver ran down the old man’s spine but he steadied his frail body. "You’ll have to pass through this old fossil if you wish to harm these two."

Grey stood silently for a moment, his blue pupils fixed on the old man. Truthfully, there was a measure of admiration in his heart.

To endure the suffocating pressure of Drayken and still stand defiant, even in the face of death, Grey had to admit, it was impressive. The principle the old man stood for was admirable.

But admiration was one thing; teaching these two a lesson was another. No, he had to kill them. They had sent ten assassins to slay Sophie in total, and he could feel their unbiased hatred toward her, the kind of stubborn and mindless hatred that persists for eternity.

If either of these two became king, there was little chance they would allow her to live. The others might spare her, considering his own influence, but for these two, she absolutely could not survive.

Murderous thoughts flashed through Grey’s mind as he raised his palm:

"Do it."

Drayken was ready to launch his attack at them; however, the old man hurriedly said:

"Wait."

"What, old man, do you have different thoughts now?" Grey asked with a sneer.

"No, can you give me a chance?" the old man sighed.

"...Very well." Grey was quite curious about what the old man would do with Drayken. He was almost invincible in this world, so he didn’t have much worry.

"Thank you," the old man uttered. "Come out, Alex."

A small, pocket-sized grimoire floated in front of the old man, its pages flipping furiously, emitting the terrifying presence of the Diamond Grimoire.

Grey immediately picked up the presence and raised his brows. "What’s he doing?" Then he noticed something else that stunned him: the pages of the Diamond Grimoire, they were all filled.

"Is he going to...!?"

"That’s right, he is trying to reach the Mythical Rank for his Grimoire," Lilith said from the side.

Grey turned towards her with an absolutely flabbergasted expression.

The lightning in Drayken’s jaws vanished, swallowed by him.

"For a grimoire to reach the Mythical Rank, it is not as simple as the lower ranks. They must be old enough, they must have established a myth and should be the talk of many. The tamer must also be a High-level Book Grandmaster, and so many other things..." Lilith explained with a reminiscent tone.

"If one fails, then the Grimoire would die, right?" Grey asked.

"That’s right. For us Diamond Grimoire, there is only a single chance for us to advance to Mythical Grimoire, and our end is not pretty. This is the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us to leap through the dragon gate."

"I see..." Grey looked intently at the old man. He was not doing so to honor the old man; he also wanted to one day help Lilith and all of his Grimoires reach the Mythical Rank.

As the strongest, he wanted all of his Grimoires to reach the top rank, maybe he could also get some world fragments because of it?

Either way, this would be invaluable for Grey!