Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 1341
Capítulo 1341: But I like it
If Phase One was the alteration of natural laws—a rewriting of the environment itself—then Phase Two was biological hyper-evolution. It was the Great Leap Forward of the insect kingdom.
So, what comes next? Orion wondered. A full-scale infestation? The rise of an Insectoid empire?
Orion fell into a contemplative silence. The invasion mechanics of this enemy world were fascinating.
Could I weaponize this method? The thought struck him suddenly. Could I use similar metaphysical terraforming to let the Abyssal World invade other realities?
“Orion? You’re staring into space. Find something?”
Seraphina’s voice, soft and melodious, pulled Orion back from his tactical simulations. He blinked, realizing that he was still in the cavern. Evander and Kairon were watching him like hawks. They weren’t stupid; they knew a demigod didn’t just daydream during a crisis council. Orion had seen something.
“Nothing concrete,” Orion lied, shaking his head. “Just theories.”
“Orion,” Evander interjected, his voice taking on the polished, diplomatic cadence of a seasoned politician. “Our factions are all rooted here in the Titanion Realm. This is our homeland. Our ancestral soil. I believe I speak for everyone when I say we wish to preserve the peace of this world. We must stand united against this external threat.”
It was a pretty speech, but the subtext was blunt: We’re all on the same sinking ship, Orion. Don’t hold out on us.
Orion smirked, looking the human demigod up and down.
It was rich coming from a human. Ancestral soil? Please. If Kairon or Seraphina—members of the Sea Race—had made that claim, Orion might have bought it. But humans? Across the multiverse, humanity was the most invasive species in existence. They didn’t have homelands; they had colonies.
“I told you, I was just sensing the shifts in the planetary laws,” Orion said, his tone dry. “Do you believe me?”
I believe you’re full of shit, their eyes seemed to say.
“Just wait,” Orion said with a dismissive wave. “The enemy hasn’t fully committed yet. We have time to prepare.”
With a light chuckle, he wrapped an arm possessively around Seraphina’s waist. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.”
Without waiting for a dismissal, he teleported them both out of the cavern, leaving the two remaining demigods in the damp silence of the cave.
Kairon and Evander stood in the gloom for a long time, the air heavy with unsaid words.
“Kairon,” Evander finally broke the silence. “We should form a pact.”
The board had changed. Orion and Seraphina were now openly aligned—and physically entangled, if the rumors and body language were anything to go by. The balance of power had shifted. The Giant and the Mermaid were a bloc. The Dreadfin and the Human had no choice but to counterbalance.
Two against two. It was the only way to ensure survival.
“Fine,” Kairon grunted, his voice rasping like shark skin on stone. “But my target is him. Not Seraphina.”
Evander’s eye twitched.
You lecherous old goat, Evander thought, though his face remained impassive. Even at the end of the world, the fish-man was thinking with his dorsal fin.
“It’s not as dire as you think,” Evander said aloud, smoothing over the awkwardness. “We four share a common enemy. Infighting is illogical. I’m sure even the Giant King realizes that. This alliance is about intelligence sharing. When the sky falls, we need to know we’re watching each other’s backs.”
Evander was pragmatic. The Stoneheart Horde and humanity weren’t natural enemies, and he certainly wasn’t interested in fighting Kairon over a woman.
“You always overthink things, Evander,” Kairon muttered, casting one last look at the empty space where Seraphina had stood. He turned and vanished into the shadows.
Evander stood alone in the sacrifice chamber, his eyes narrowed in calculation. After a few moments, he too dissolved into light, leaving the insectoid statue alone in the dark.
Marina City, The Southern Coast
Space twisted, and Orion and Seraphina reappeared in the master suite of the grandest palace in the city. This was Marina’s stronghold, a fortress of white stone built into the seaside cliffs.
“My…” Seraphina breathed, looking around the opulent room. “So this is my fiefdom? Built right on the precipice… it’s quite imposing.”
Now that they were alone, the ancient demigod seemed to shrink slightly. She pulled away from Orion’s embrace, her body language shifting from regal to skittish. She was filling the silence with chatter to mask the rising tension.
It was the specific kind of panic that occurs when a man and a woman are finally behind closed doors—the thrill of the hunt, the fear of the capture.
“Trying to run?” Orion teased.
Before Seraphina could retreat, Orion scooped her up in a fluid motion, carrying her bridal-style toward the center of the room. He didn’t stop until he reached the massive bed, carved from driftwood and draped in sea-silk. He tossed her onto the mattress and followed her down, his heavy frame pinning her effectively against the sheets.
“Marina told me you like to be handled,” Orion murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his grip iron-tight. “She said you prefer it… mandatory. Is that true?”
“You’re… you’re a brute,” Seraphina gasped. The “panic” was melting away, replaced by a flush that darkened her pale skin.
Orion stared down at her. To him, Seraphina and her alter-ego Marina were distinct, yet they shared this same core desire.
Seraphina’s nervousness broke into a sultry, challenging laugh. Her gaze sharpened, shifting from prey to predator. “Are you scared, little boy? Or are you going to make me call Marina out to handle you?”
Her eyebrows arched, her voice dropping into the commanding tone of a queen. It was a dare. Are you man enough to handle the goddess, or do you need the girl?
Orion didn’t answer with words. He lowered his head and silenced her with a crushing kiss.
The challenge in Seraphina’s eyes shattered instantly.
What followed was not the gentle courting of nobility, but a collision of forces. Orion was a mountain; Seraphina was the sea. He stripped away the pretense along with her silks, his movements efficient and undeniable. There was a raw, primal honesty in the way he claimed her—a demonstration of power that she didn’t just endure, but met with a fierce, crashing intensity of her own.
The room filled with the sounds of a storm—heavy breathing, the creak of wood under demigod strength, and the friction of skin.
The Next Morning.
Orion woke to a tickling sensation on his face.
He opened his eyes to find Seraphina lying on his chest. She was propped up on one elbow, using a lock of her long, damp hair to trace the shell of his ear.
The imperious Demigod of the Deep was gone. In the soft morning light, she looked like a playful siren, her expression innocent and mischievous, bearing no trace of the previous night’s feral intensity.
“Knock it off,” Orion grumbled affectionately.
He turned his head, trapping her wandering hand with his cheek, then wrapped both arms around her in a bear hug. He pulled her down until she was buried in his chest, effectively neutralizing her ability to tease him.
“Mmm…” Seraphina giggled, her voice muffled against his skin. “You really are just like Marina said. Rough. Domineering.”
She tilted her head up, planting a soft kiss on his chin.
“But I like it.”
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Hey everyone, just wanted to share something with you.
This book has been going for over a year now, and I’ve been writing nonstop that whole time. I’ve actually managed to update for 400 days in a row — thinking about it now, I’m kind of impressed with myself.
But updating every single day comes with a price. Recently, I’ve really noticed my efficiency and writing quality dropping. I don’t want to deliver chapters that feel rushed or forced.
So, to keep the story strong and the quality high, I’ll be switching to two chapters a day for a while. I just need a bit of rest to reset my mind and get back into top form.
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