Far Away from Orcoz City

  The silence had dawned on the hall, even though, except for one person, all of them are present in holographic projection. The silent suppression in the hall is intense, so intense that even a normal tyrant would get crushed under it if it stayed more than a second.

  Multiple screens are floating across the room, but all of them are focusing on the one screen, and that is that human bastard revealing itself from the huge vine sphere, holding a beautiful rose that is blazing in the color of Golden Fire tribes fire.

  They have read enough information about the host of Celestial Inheritance to know that it had harvested their man, and they could not believe it had happened; they believed it would be their man who will come out of vine sphere, holding a dead body of human Champion.

  They were not wrong to think that the plan theirs was full proof. The member they have chosen is very powerful that no King could contest against him, but that human bastard had too many tricks up its sleeve.

  It had the trick for every attack; if it not, those tricks, their man would have finished him within five minutes off the transformation.

  Now, he had failed, and responsibility for it fell on the Aynmero; he is the one that devised the plan, and according to the custom, he will have to take the responsibility and hand the task of killing the Champion to another member.

  The Grimm Race is unforgivable; if you fail, there is no second chance for you; it is the most glaring weakness of their ruling system, though it had its advantages. According to humans, the disadvantage of this system was too much.

  If humans had in their place, they would not have taken this task from one as it is not entirely his fault; he had planned perfectly, even others have accepted this plan was perfect as he could make.

  The mistake he made was that, he did not think about the tricks the human could pull, but it was also not his fault; according to research he did, human should not have such tricks, the difference of strength would have nullified all the tricks the human would have come with.

  "I, Aynmero, accept the failure and hand over the responsibility of killing the Human Champion to Oumsor," The old Werewolf said as he looked at the projection of Crockman beside him; there was no hint of anger and dejection on Werewolf face when he said, it is as calm as water.

  "Thank You, Aynmero, I, Oumsore of Voilet Teeth Crocman Tribe, accept the task of killing the human champion," He said while flashing the sharp dark violet teeth its tribe named after.

  The rewards of the World Championship had always been great; what they are were never made in public, but everyone knows they are something that everyone needs.

  Every Champion, the winner of the World Championship, gets two rewards, one fixed resources that is enough for an average king to reach the Tyrant Stage, the other choosing one reward from the Pyramids Vault.

  The things inside the vault are very rare, from King Grade to Tyrant Grade, and one pick any one thing, there is no restrictions grade on what one can pick; most people pick thing that will help them reach the Tyrant stage.

  Tyrant Stage is different from the other stages; there are too many requirements one has to fulfill before one could make a breakthrough into the Tyrant Stage.

  "Micheal, we will expect you at Pyramid Tomorrow," Lady Hera said; her voice was soft, but everyone in the arena heard it; this is a price for winning the championship.

  It will not only be me that will be in Pyramid tomorrow but also others of the Top 10 will be there too. Unlike me, they will have a fixed reward; they will not get to choose their reward from the vault.

  Other than the prize distribution ceremony, there is going to be a huge party where anyone is anything will be present there.

  "I assume this Golden Rose is a Werewolf that you harvested?" Lady Hera asked; I nodded and tapped on the roses three times; as I did that, the Rose begins to expand till it became ten meters long.

  GASP!

  A gasp came out of the silent crowd as they saw the beautiful golden Rose; the Rose is really beautiful; one might not believe it had been harvested from that ugly Werewolf.

  Lady Hera, Marla, and other Pyramid Council member’s eyes begin to shine as they looked at the Pyramid. They are shining not due to the excitement but also due to them activating their ocular and soul abilities.

  To the crowd, it is just a beautiful Golden Rose but to them is a fountain of knowledge.

  This Rose had all the information about the Werewolf; if one dug enough and have deep enough runic knowledge, they might be even able to find out how the Werewolf had come out of the Elijah.

  This Rose is something is only I could make; without the rule-bending power, it is impossible to harvest in essence and all the information contained in the Rose.

  I will have to deepen my knowledge of Runes; with my current knowledge, I could only read the surface information of the Rose; also, I will have to start researching the Grimm Runes more, as the deepest knowledge in the Rose is written in Grimm Runes.

  "I was a little disappointed when you have killed that Werewolf, but with this Rose, we will get far more information than we would have got from the Werewolf itself," Lady Hera and looked at me with sparkling eyes.

  I could tell she wanted to ask many questions, but it is not time or place to ask them.

  I remained on the stage for fifteen minutes more, answering all types of questions from Marla about the battle, satiating her and the audience’s curiosity who are watching from all over the world.

  The one thing they are most curious about what happened in the vine sphere, all they heard is the mournful screams of Werewolf that I let out now and then.