Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Necro Realm, Bone Throne.

Arthas stared at Orion's reply, frozen on his throne for several seconds.

"Hahaha…"

Suddenly, Arthas burst into laughter. In Orion, he saw a reflection of his own struggles from centuries ago.

"So, he finally replied. Looks like we've got something to talk about!"

Arthas sent a message back to Orion.

"What do you want?"

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Moonshadow Valley, Chieftain's Tent.

When Orion saw the reply, he didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point.

"Do you have any high-quality standard weapons and armor?"

Orion initially wanted to request two thousand sets, but after some thought, he decided to hold off on mentioning the quantity.

A moment later, Arthas responded, sending over some information about the armor and weapons without saying a word.

Orion first opened the weapon details, and his brow furrowed.

The standard weapons Arthas offered were of excellent quality, elite-level weapons. However, all of them required undead energy or soul power to activate their special effects and abilities.

Without hesitation, Orion dismissed the weapons.

But when he looked at the armor, his eyes lit up.

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[Blackbone Armor]

- Type: Armor

- Quality: Standard

- Special Effect: Bone Fusion

- Skill Description: When wearing Blackbone Armor, it fuses with the wearer's skeleton, forming an adaptive suit of armor.

- Armor Evaluation: This is the best among standard-grade armor, comparable to most elite-level gear.

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Though the Blackbone Armor was only standard-grade, its quality rivaled that of elite-level equipment, making it an impressive piece of gear.

Moreover, its greatest advantage was its adaptability.

Orion's army was a mixed force of bloodline warriors from various races, each with different body sizes and shapes. The Blackbone Armor's special effect completely bypassed this issue. Whether it was the smaller succubi or the larger giants, the armor would fit them all.

Orion was quite taken with the Blackbone Armor.

"Old friend, are you trying to fool me with these weapons?"

"And what about the armor? Is it reliable? You didn't even mention its defensive capabilities!"

"My men aren't undead. They don't have your kind of power to wield undead energy!"

Orion didn't hold back, picking apart the equipment Arthas had offered. Of course, he had an ulterior motive—he was subtly probing to see if Arthas was truly undead. Stay tuned to empire

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Necro Realm, Bone Throne.

Arthas saw through Orion's little game immediately. After all, he had done the same thing himself many years ago.

"Hulk, my old friend, just tell me—do you want it or not, and how many do you need?"

"And remember, I only accept crystal cores and rare minerals!"

Arthas let out a couple of raspy chuckles as he sent the message back.

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Moonshadow Valley, Chieftain's Tent.

Arthas's reply hit Orion right where it hurt, leaving him with no room for excuses.

"This guy has sharp instincts!"

Orion thought for a moment. Since his little game had been seen through, there was no point in continuing the act. Now, it was time to state his needs and prepare to negotiate.

"I'll order five thousand sets of Blackbone Armor, paying in crystal cores!"

Orion's real intention was to buy two thousand sets, but he decided to ask for five thousand. If the price was too high, he could use that as a reason to reduce the quantity.

Of course, if the price was reasonable and Arthas had enough stock, Orion wouldn't mind. It would be a good opportunity to stockpile war supplies.

At the same time, this would allow Orion to gauge Arthas's true strength.

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Necro Realm, Bone Throne.

When Arthas saw the quantity Orion requested, he was a bit surprised.

This made him pause and think, his mind racing with possibilities.

"Is Hulk serious?"

"Five thousand sets of Blackbone Armor—that's enough to outfit a medium-sized army!"

"Or is he planning ahead, preparing for when he reaches the Legendary level?"

That thought quickly passed, and Arthas dismissed it.

"Or maybe he's from a large faction and has just taken control?"

"No, based on the equipment he's bought and the items he's sold, he's definitely not from a large faction. He doesn't have that kind of backing."

Arthas was confident in his assessment.

"Hehehe… Interesting. Looks like another ambitious little upstart is on the rise!"

"Hmmm… His continent(map) seems worth exploring."

"And five thousand sets of Blackbone Armor… Can he really afford that?"

"Or is he testing me?"

"Gahaha… It's been a while since I've met such an interesting little partner!"

Arthas's skeletal jaw trembled, producing a rattling sound that echoed through the empty hall, eerie yet filled with a strange sense of joy.

"Alright, five thousand sets of Blackbone Armor for one thousand C-grade crystal cores!"

Arthas sent the message back, clearly stating the price.

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Moonshadow Valley, Chieftain's Tent.

Orion's spirits soared, not because of the price—but because of what it revealed about Arthas's power.

The fact that Arthas could casually offer five thousand sets of Blackbone Armor without batting an eye left Orion speechless.

In short, Arthas's strength far surpassed that of Gareth.

After his deep conversation with Prophet Onyx, Orion had gained some insight into Gareth's forces.

Excluding the troops stationed in the Black Forest, Desert Oasis, and Poison Dragon Swamp, Lord Gareth's Abyssal Chasm had only about twice the combined forces of those three regions.

Even so, Lord Gareth couldn't possibly produce five thousand sets of armor like the Blackbone Armor to equip her troops.

Most of Gareth's warriors fought bare-chested, relying on their bloodline powers.

So, Orion's feelings were complicated at this moment.

It took him half an hour to calm down before he replied.

"One thousand C-grade crystal cores is too expensive. How about two hundred?"

Arthas's response came quickly and was all business.

"My friend, because of our special relationship, I'll sell them to you for eight hundred."

Orion frowned. He could continue haggling, playing the game of back-and-forth, but he found this kind of negotiation tiresome.

To him, it wasn't manly or straightforward.

So, Orion gave Arthas a blunt reply.

"Final offer—five hundred C-grade crystal cores! If you're a man, stop dragging this out!"

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"Hahaha…"

Arthas burst into laughter when he saw Orion's reply.

He looked at his bony fingers, adorned with various magical rings, and muttered to himself.

"A man? I'm just a skeleton now. I don't even have a dick anymore!"

"Maybe Orion doesn't have one either!"

"There are so many races in this world. It's unlikely he was reincarnated into a humanoid one!"

Orion's offer amused Arthas.

If Orion had continued to haggle, Arthas would have played along, treating him as just another buyer.

But this time, Orion had left a lasting impression on Arthas.

"Alright, five hundred C-grade crystal cores it is!"

"Oh, and by the way, I'm not a man!"

"You can call me Skeleton King!"

That was Arthas's reply, agreeing to the price while also revealing his identity with a touch of arrogance.

When Orion saw the message, he wasn't shocked, scared, or filled with awe.

Orion was a smart man. Arthas's message was a signal that he was willing to be friends, even if only on a basic level for now.

Orion took a deep breath, feeling a fire ignite within him.

"I am a giant, the future Titan King!"

Orion introduced himself to Arthas in return, and as for the title of "future Titan King," that was simply his ambition.

At the same time, Orion initiated the trade, paying the five hundred C-grade crystal cores.

"Don't die too soon, future Titan King!"

That was Arthas's parting message, a mix of mockery and concern.

In the end, it was up to interpretation.

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Necro Realm, Bone Throne.

Arthas picked up a C-grade crystal core, biting into it like an apple, crunching it down piece by piece.

As for whether a skeleton could digest crystal cores, no one knew what was happening beneath his armor.

"Future Titan King… Don't die on me now!"

"Keep pushing. You'll need to reach the Legendary level if you want to join our circle!"

Arthas's voice echoed through the empty hall, the green ghost flames flickering on the walls as if in response.

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Moonshadow Valley, Chieftain's Tent.

Orion didn't immediately retrieve the armor. Instead, he left it stored on the Survivor's Platform.

This was another use Orion had discovered for the platform—temporary storage.

However, there was a catch: the items had to be part of a transaction on the platform.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As long as they weren't immediately retrieved, they could be stored and taken out when needed.

If there were a survivor Orion could trust completely, the Survivor's Platform could function as a massive storage bag.

But a hundred percent trustworthy survivor? That was impossible.

In this world, Orion trusted no one but himself.

And so, the night passed.

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The next morning, Orion woke Lysinthia, who had been lying on his cock.

Perhaps out of habit, Lysinthia always liked to sleep with Orion's cock in her mouth, a habit she had developed before she evolved a vagina.

"Master, you're awake!"

Orion nodded.

"Yeah, I'm hungry. Go get me something to eat and drink."

"Afterward, come with me to the watch. Let's see if we can get some dark source crystals for you and Twilight Viper."

Lysinthia's eyes lit up at the mention of dark source crystals, and she nodded eagerly.

Unlike Lilith, who was recognized by everyone as Orion's wife and would be provided for by the horde no matter what, Lysinthia was a servant. If she wanted to grow stronger, she had to fight for it herself.

Staying in Orion's tent wouldn't earn her any dark source crystals unless Orion personally gifted them to her, as he had done for Twilight Viper's advancement.

Orion gently moved Lilith, who was clinging to his waist, and kissed her forehead.

"Lilith, watch over our tent."

"Mmm… okay…"

Lilith had been wild the night before, spending almost the entire night making love to Orion. She was utterly exhausted and would likely sleep until the afternoon to recover her strength.

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Half an hour later, after a hearty meal, Orion donned his cloak and left the chieftain's tent with Lysinthia.

Outside, Dace, Otho, Beyn, and Torba were already in position.

Before the dark creatures had appeared, Orion's guards had taken shifts. But ever since the dark creatures attacked the previous day, they had all stayed by Orion's side.

Protecting the chieftain was their duty, even if it meant sacrificing their lives.

It was both their mission and their honor as the chieftain's guards.

This was why Orion had equipped his four giant guards with hero-grade beasts—Frost Wolves.

Orion wanted Dace, Otho, Beyn, and Torba to grow stronger. Right now, he was severely lacking capable warriors.

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At the south gate, when Orion climbed the wall, he caught a whiff of something in the air. Even the heavy snow couldn't mask the scent of blood.

"Chieftain, you're here!"

Rendall, Prophet Onyx, Thundar, Earthshaker, and Delilah were all gathered there, making the place feel a bit lively.

"Looks like you had a productive night!"

Orion directed his comment at Rendall, who laughed heartily and tossed a leather pouch to Orion.

"Three waves of dark creatures came last night. I had a blast!"

Orion weighed the pouch full of dark source crystals and glanced at Thundar and Earthshaker. Both elders had a gleam of satisfaction in their eyes, clearly having claimed their share as well.

"After a long night, you all should get some rest. It's our turn now."

Elder Rendall laughed heartily, called for Thundar and Earthshaker, and with their spiked clubs in hand, they descended the wall.

Orion admired Elder Rendall's straightforwardness. Despite having reached Alpha-level, his relationship with Thundar and Earthshaker hadn't changed.

Of course, Rendall treated Prophet Onyx the same way.

"Rendall has a bold spirit. He's a warrior who charges forward without hesitation on the battlefield!"

Prophet Onyx sighed, clearly envious that Rendall had become an Alpha-level warrior before him.

"Prophet, you seem to hold Elder Rendall in high regard."

Prophet Onyx nodded, speaking plainly without reservation.

"In the past, even though our Obsidian Golem tribe didn't wage war on the other races, we were well aware of the strongest and most courageous warriors among them."

"For example, Stewardship Elder Delilah—her mastery of illusions is a deadly weapon on the battlefield."

"We've always known that."

Prophet Onyx spoke openly, even in front of Delilah.

In the past, the Obsidian Golems had believed that once an Alpha-level warrior emerged from their tribe, they would unify the Black Forest, and the warriors of the other races would become their warriors.

So, of course, Onyx had kept tabs on them.

Orion glanced at Delilah, who was fully armed, his gaze lingering for a moment on her full, voluptuous breasts.

"You're the Stewardship Elder of the Stoneheart Horde. There's no need for you to be on the front lines. I'll make sure you get your share of dark source crystals."

Delilah smiled seductively, her voice dripping with allure.

"My dear Orion, I want to reach Alpha-level as soon as possible. I don't want to fall behind the other elders."

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