Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 315: I just want to focus everything on getting stronger

Underground Fissure.

Onyx shared some pleasantries with Lorelia and gave her a few little gifts from another realm, which made her so happy that she promptly opened a path for him.

Onyx had come here to speak with Rockwell.

His journey through Godforsaken Land had completely reshaped his worldview—he now had new plans for his future. Of course, he was more than willing to share everything he’d learned with his kin, and with Rockwell in particular.

After all, Onyx hoped that more young powerhouses like Rockwell would emerge among the obsidian golems.

"Hey, join me for a drink."

Onyx offered some malt ale, a specialty of the Stoneheart Horde, and boldly took the first swig.

"I won’t lie—I had a moment out there when I thought maybe I’d never make it back. But in the end, Lord Orion brought us home."

Rockwell didn’t say much. He sipped his ale and listened quietly while Onyx told story after story of Godforsaken Land: the cowardly goblins, the sexy night elves, and human warriors Rockwell had never encountered before. Everything sounded thrilling and new to him.

When Onyx described those chaotic battles involving more than ten Legendary-level beings, Rockwell’s breathing rose and fell with every word he said.

Encounters like Onyx and Rockwell’s were happening all over Blackstone City.

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On the north side of Blackstone City, in a tent:

Rendall and his daughter Ursa sat facing each other. Staring at the newly re-bandaged arm of his daughter, Rendall let out a sigh.

"They managed to reattach your arm, so you can use it normally. But according to the shaman who treated you, there might be lingering complications. If you want to fight with that arm, you have to rest up for a while."

Ursa just shook her head. Her expression was determined—clearly, she’d grown a lot and was no longer the timid child she had been.

"Daddy, it’s no big deal. Compared to those who died in battle, I’m already very lucky."

Rendall went silent. Ursa was the most promising of his offspring and the one with the best chance of breaking through to Alpha-level.

"I’ll go talk to Orion. He must have a way! You’ve got too much potential for your future to end here."

Ursa didn’t reply, although she clearly wasn’t ready to give up either. In Godforsaken Land, she’d witnessed far too many Hero-level and Alpha-level fighters—and had seen, even from a distance, the power of arch lords.

Having been exposed to such vast horizons, Ursa yearned more than ever to ascend to a higher rank and reach Alpha-level.

After you’ve laid eyes on the ocean, you can’t settle for a pond.

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Blackstone City, at the southern walls.

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Gronthar and Brakthul were not on top of the wall but had hopped down and were leaning against it side by side, sharing a jug of booze.

"Brakthul, as of now, you’re the new chieftain of the trolls. I’m making it official."

"Tomorrow, I’ll spread the word to every tribe member. You’d better be ready for any challenges that come your way."

Brakthul took a swig, eyeing his older brother, who had lost an eye. It felt like a weight on his chest.

He knew Gronthar’s personality all too well—whatever had happened to him was big enough not only to change him but also to make him hand over the chieftain’s position.

"Don’t overthink it. I just want to focus everything on getting stronger."

"Brakthul, you’d better put in the effort too."

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After he finished having sex with Lilith, Lysinthia jumped in as well. She was just as enthusiastic, using her body to please her master and letting Orion release all his pent-up desire with her.

When Orion was finally spent, he fell sound asleep, finding the luxurious rest he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

But Orion couldn’t stay buried in pleasure forever; he still had big ambitions and dreams.

When Orion stepped out of the inner keep, young giant Rolan was doing drills in the small courtyard, grunting as he practiced.

"Lord! You’re awake!"

Because they’d returned to Blackstone City, the rotation for guard duty was down to two—only Dace and Otho stood posted at the moment.

Orion nodded to them, then took out a vial of Pet Pills. He personally fed both Frost Wolves, patting their heads before walking over to his disciple, Rolan.

"Mentor!"

Orion nodded and assumed the same stance Rolan was practicing, standing side by side with him.

"Rolan, I have a task for you. Thundar is about to select some top-notch young fighters from our many clans and put them into daily training for the cavalry regiment. You should join in, aim to get the best results you can."

"Mentor, can I really do that? I’m still so young." Rolan sounded excited but unsure.

"Sure you can. The regiment’s split into different units, so you’d be placed in the youth division. You’ll be fine."

Hearing Orion’s firm answer, Rolan’s eyes sparkled as they darted back and forth with excitement.

Once Orion was done with Rolan’s practice, he led his guards up onto the city walls. Making a habit of patrolling Blackstone City whenever he had a free moment had become second nature to him.

Their cross-realm invasion had lasted four whole months. During that time, the leftover cannon fodder troops in Blackstone City had kept raising the outer walls.

An obsidian golem named Gort was overseeing the work from atop the walls. Orion remembered Gort well—he was one of the few members of the obsidian golems who’d joined the council.

With the succubus elder Desdemona now dead, there was a vacant seat among the eight council elders. Gort was in the running—he had endorsements from Onyx, Thundar, and Earthshaker. Part of why Orion had come out to inspect the city was to see Gort in person, a sort of "interview," if you will.

"So, fill me in."

Hands behind his back, Orion walked along the wall, Gort trailing behind him.

"Lord, according to the building schedule laid out by our Elder of Stewardship, we can definitely finish construction before winter sets in."

Orion said nothing, continuing forward.

Gort grew more nervous. Even though he’d seen Orion many times, he always felt like he had to tread lightly around him. After all, the figure in front of him was not only the lord of the Stoneheart Horde but also a powerful Legendary-level being.

Steadying himself, Gort launched into a rundown of how the black marble was quarried and stacked for the walls:

"My Lord, the black marble deposits near Blackstone City will be exhausted soon. Still, for now, we have enough for the wall. If we want more black marble in the future, we’ll have to prospect farther out."

Hearing this, Orion was somewhat taken aback. When he’d first built the city, Onyx had shown him that marble pit personally, claiming it would be more than enough for the city’s needs. Obviously, Onyx hadn’t expected Blackstone City to expand so much beyond its original design.

"Got it. I’ll suggest to the Elder of Stewardship that you be in charge of scouting out another deposit," Orion said.

Gort felt a rush of excitement. A job like that was practically a guaranteed way to earn recognition.

"My Lord, Gort will definitely find more and better quarries for the Horde."

Orion gave a faint grunt of acknowledgment, his voice drifting from ahead:

"What about the cannon fodder troops are they behaving?"

During Orion’s absence in Godforsaken Land, the cannon fodder troops remained the main workforce for building the fortifications. Though the little spiders had helped, most of them weren’t that smart, so the cannon fodder troops were crucial.

"They’re cooperative. The Thunderstorm Bearmen might have a hot temper, but as long as they’re fed enough, they fall in line."

Orion said nothing. The Thunderstorm Bearmen had been in Blackstone City for a while already, originally subjugated by Dirtclaw’s heavy hand. He’d wanted to grind down their spirit.

Besides the labor group among the cannon fodder troops, the outskirts of the outer city housed the women and children of the Thunderstorm Bearmen tribe(clan)—spoils from Orion’s southern campaigns.

Orion had specifically kept them around in hopes of subduing the entire tribe. Having their families around was one big reason these Bearmen were so docile.

"What about the satyrs and geckos?"

This question from Orion left Gort a bit unsure how to answer.

"Speak your mind," Orion said. He didn’t stop walking but slowed his pace.

"Lord, among the cannon fodder troops, the Thunderstorm Bearmen are definitely the dominant force now. I don’t mean they’re lawless—they actually adhere to every assignment we give them, whether it’s building the wall or fighting on the front lines. So, naturally, among the higher-ranked slave soldiers, almost all are Thunderstorm Bearmen."

Orion halted, turned, and looked Gort in the eyes.

"All right, get back to overseeing the work," he said flatly, offering no comment on Gort’s performance.

By this time, Orion had stepped over to the eastern ridge, near the underground fissure that served as the cave spiders’ domain. Gort excused himself, leaving Orion deep in thought.

"Maybe it’s time to give the Thunderstorm Bearmen a little more freedom."

After pondering for a moment, Orion turned and entered the fissure.

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"Master, Lorelia’s missed you! I haven’t seen you in so long!"

Lorelia leaned her head forward, trying to rest it on Orion’s shoulder.

Orion reached out and ruffled her hair, gently keeping her from using all eight of her spider legs to hug his entire body at once.

"Enough messing around—take me to see them."

By "them," he meant Desdemona and the others who had been converted—the new batch of Skeletal Knights.

"Master, do you not like Lorelia anymore?"

With her power growing along with the population of her brood, Lorelia was no longer the naive "little spider girl" she once was. She’d become a savvy Spider Queen who knew how to navigate social dynamics.

Orion lightly patted Lorelia’s shoulder, then continued down the passage toward the Bottomless Abyss. There, two hundred or so Skeletal Knights were sitting cross-legged, absorbing the deathly energy that drifted upward from the Underworld.

"Lord, you’ve arrived!"

"It’s the honorable Orion!"

"…"

At Orion’s presence, the group stirred. Desdemona, leading the Stoneheart Horde members, followed quickly to greet him.