"Clone Grimoire, huh?"
Just looking at the Grimoire, Grey couldn't help but feel a terrifying chill run down his spine, his body trembling unconsciously from merely staring at it.
"What are you looking at, brat?" one of the Kings sneered before smashing him to the ground, mercilessly beating him.
Grey didn't speak, silently enduring the blows without making a single move of his own.
If it weren't for the title
Humiliation surged in Grey's heart. He had already decided the fate of the man in front of him.
He would die a miserable death.
"Hahaha."
All the King's burst into mocking laughter, their eyes gleaming with amusement.
Grey endured the beating in silence, his gaze locked onto the Grimoire. Despite the pain, his interest in this Cloning Grimoire grew.
'Now this... this could be interesting,; he thought.