Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1609: Fiefdoms and Fertilizer

Orion had mandated the creation of the Glory Points system.

The Titan continent was about to receive wave after wave of allied forces. Weighing their contributions and distributing future profits couldn’t just rely on Orion’s personal whims. Without order, there would be chaos. The Glory Points system was designed to track battlefield kills and log donations of weapons, rations, and potions.

Furthermore, it would branch out into a quest subsystem run by a dedicated department. This would incentivize and fund exploration, adventuring, construction, logistics, and husbandry—everything needed to keep the continent running smoothly.

The newborn Titanion Realm had a lot of building to do.

"Actually, I have a different idea." The corners of Elara’s stunning lips curled upward. Lilith and Onyx both knew that whenever she made that expression, someone was about to have a very bad day.

"The Clayfolk Race comes from another world, don’t they? That’s a fantastic opportunity," she continued. "Father rules the Titan continent, and he needs to constantly expand our world Authority within the Titanion Realm. Wouldn’t the world the Clayfolk hail from make the perfect fertilizer?"

Elara widened her eyes, staring at Lilith and Onyx with a look of pure, feigned innocence. Her expression practically screamed: Mother, I just found another unclaimed treasure!

"Is that something we can even pull off?"

Gulp. Onyx swallowed hard, trying to force down a sudden spike of terror. Since the day he joined the Stoneheart Horde, he had never once considered scheming against an entirely different world—especially one that housed a demigod.

"We can lay the groundwork first. When the time comes, Father will obviously have to step in and handle the heavy lifting," Elara said. "Speaking of which, this is a good reminder. The Horde shouldn’t just gather intelligence on the Titan continent. We need to dig into the backgrounds of all these outsiders and the worlds they left behind. Sometimes, a single piece of intel can turn an impossible situation entirely in our favor."

She tapped her fingers lightly against the desk. Her eyes curved into crescents as she hummed a soft, inaudible tune.

"Elara is right. Times have changed," Lilith said, her eyes half-closed as she watched the shifting clouds above the courtyard. She had made her decision. "The Stoneheart Horde isn’t what it used to be, and neither is the Titan continent. We have a demigod holding the line now, and since the cataclysm, Arch Lords are rising within our ranks. We really should be looking further, wider, and longer term. Let’s use the Clayfolk Race as a test run. Regardless of the outcome, it will be a valuable learning experience for the Horde."

"Little Elara, you’re in charge of negotiating with the Clayfolk. You have full authority. Take whatever you need from the Horde’s vaults; you have our complete backing." Lilith stood up, walking behind Elara to smooth out a stray lock of the girl’s hair. This child has truly grown up. Elara didn’t speak. She just closed her eyes, soaking in the warmth of Lilith’s maternal affection—her favorite kind of moment.

Stoneheart City. The Silent Goblet.

Up in a private room on the third floor, the group exchanged bewildered glances. No one paid any attention to the succubus dance troupe performing beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Their focus was entirely on the man sitting across from them: Orion.

Or, more accurately, Orion’s Insect King avatar.

"A Legendary level Insect King avatar?" Aerin gasped. "Sugar daddy, I’m your biggest fan! Teach me a few tricks! I’m begging you!"

When it came to being utterly shameless, Aerin was in a league of her own. She literally dropped to her knees, kowtowing against the floor as she wailed dramatically. "Please accept my total devotion! I’ll be your beast of burden! I’ll pour your tea, warm your bed..."

No one laughed. This tight-knit group knew each other too well. Over time, they had learned that back in her original world, Aerin had been a massive nerd—a binge-watching shut-in obsessed with fictional heartthrobs and melodramatic romances. And Orion, sitting right in front of her, was infinitely higher-tier than any TV show billionaire. Her absolute lack of dignity was entirely on brand. Now that she was comfortable with the group, she had cast aside all her filters and was just letting loose.

"It’s just an avatar," Orion said, completely ignoring Aerin’s theatrics as he poured drinks for the table. "Once you hit the peak of the Legendary level, or advance to Arch Lord, you’ll start making avatars too—if only to save your own skin."

It was standard practice. Orion and Kraken had them, as did Leonidas and Alexander. God only knew how many skeleton avatars Arthas had stashed away.

"Cheers," Orion said, raising his glass. "Welcome to the Titanion Realm, and welcome to the Stoneheart Horde. The continent I’m on is plagued by war. Peaceful days are hard to come by."

It wasn’t an exaggeration. Factions sparked North-South wars every few years to fight for living space and lordships. No matter the scale, these wars always wiped entire races off the map. During his rise to power, Orion had led the Horde through several of these conflicts just to secure a fertile stretch of land in the south. Since then, it had been a non-stop cycle of disaster and war, right up until the world’s death and subsequent rebirth.

"I couldn’t make any promises before, but now I can. While you’re on the Titan continent, I guarantee your safety," Orion stated. "Even if a god shows up, I can trade blows with them."

It sounded like a massive boast, but it wasn’t far from the truth. In an era where gods rarely showed their faces, no one could prove him wrong anyway.

But Orion wasn’t bragging or flexing his ego. He was telling his inner circle that he was finally strong enough to be their absolute safety net. Just as Orion had joined the Champions Alliance and treated the Valkorath Realm as his ultimate fallback, the Titanion Realm could now be the ultimate sanctuary for Aina, Aerin, Caesar, Scarecrow, and Tangere.

Orion clinked his glass against the table to shift their attention, not wanting to linger on heavy topics.

"I can grant you all the title of Bronze Noble within the Stoneheart Horde, along with a fiefdom large enough to support a lower-tier lord. You can pick the locations yourselves. There’s one for each of you."

A permanent, irrevocable enfeoffment for Legendary level allies—Orion was bleeding capital here. Now that the Titanion Realm was an Ascendant Plane, every inch of dirt was priceless. Claiming it was worth its weight in gold was a gross understatement; Primordial Treasures could literally sprout from the ground any day.