Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Within the human kingdom.

"Earl, my lord, this Blood Elf was captured at great risk from the western elven forest. I can guarantee you she's safe, and absolutely no one knows where she came from.

My lord, just look at her silky hair, her full bosom, that slender waist, and her long, straight legs—she's a peerless beauty!"

Baron Torin Ashvale fought down his revulsion and swallowed the bile rising from his stomach, introducing the Blood Elf he had procured as a tribute to the extremely obese Earl Matej.

"Heh heh heh... A Blood Elf. She's quite the beauty!"

Earl Matej lunged at the Blood Elf, tearing off her top on the spot and kissing and licking her breasts in full view of everyone.

"Matej, my lord, about my fief…?"

Taking advantage of Matej's lustful moment, Baron Torin Ashvale quickly brought up his request.@@novelbin@@

"Hahaha... Baron Torin, relax. Since you've gone so far as to bring a Blood Elf to my residence, you won't be left out in the cold!"

Baron Torin Ashvale's face lit up at those words.

He cast one last look at the Blood Elf slave—someone he had already slept with—then turned and left the room.

Only after stepping outside the Earl's estate did the fury and heartbreak on Baron Torin Ashvale's face become clear.

"Damn that fat, repulsive pervert. I hope that Blood Elf slave can drain him of his semen and let him die right there in bed!

You disgusting maggots, dare to call yourselves nobles? Bah!"

Baron Torin Ashvale wore a grim expression, muttering curses under his breath at Earl Matej .

Because Matej was a relative of the king, he had secured a lucrative position—he was one of the key officials responsible for parceling out the human kingdom's territory this time around.

That was why Baron Torin Ashvale had no choice but to endure and bribe Matej by surrendering his beloved woman.

Baron Torin Ashvale wanted a fief. He wanted to become a lord.

Due to the war between the north and south, even though the human kingdom had not been outright defeated, it had still ceded a large portion of its territory. As a result, the race's living space was drastically diminished.

With less territory, the noble system painstakingly built up by the kingdom instantly collapsed.

A great many nobles had been enfeoffed with land that was subsequently ceded.

With nowhere to go, these nobles all flocked to the capital—Baron Torin Ashvale was one of them.

To keep the kingdom stable, the king had paid a hefty price, squeezing out a bit of territory from the realm's great nobles to accommodate and appease those who had lost their lands.

In truth, with the human kingdom's drastically shrinking territory, the noble class was on the verge of widespread unrest.

Thus, His Majesty the King had issued an edict to partition out land, though there was quite a bit of scheming involved.

Everyone knew that the amount of territory extracted from the great nobles was painfully small.

This meant only a fraction of the nobles would receive land, while most of them would be compensated with money.

Compared to an actual fief, wealth alone was the cheaper option—Baron Torin Ashvale was fully aware of that.

Once news of the territory edict broke, the displaced nobles gathered in the capital stirred into a frenzy.

Bribes in gold, tribute of treasures, offerings of beautiful women... countless methods of buying influence were employed by all those nobles.

Backed by ample resources and the Survivor's Platform, Baron Torin Ashvale successfully established the Mercenary Corps.

And during the period of war within the human kingdom, he even went so far as to lead his mercenaries westward and turn them into a slaving outfit, capturing numerous sexly Blood Elves and bringing them back to the human kingdom.

Currently, Baron Torin Ashvale had money and manpower, but no authority or territory of his own.

"Only by obtaining a fief can I rightfully challenge the other nobles from a position of strength and gain even more land.

For that fief, I'm willing to sacrifice anything—even the woman I love most!" Find your next read at My Virtual Library Empire

At these thoughts, Baron Torin Ashvale's face hardened, and something wild and ruthless flickered in the depths of his eyes.

…

Seven days later, within Orc territory.

Continuing northward on Thunderhawk Rayden, Orion and Lumi had finally flown out of the Giants' domain, arriving now in the land of the Orcs.

This territory was also rich and fertile, having once nurtured one as powerful as Blademaster Grommash.

"This territory belongs to me as well!

Still, the various armies in Stoneheart City are still reorganizing and fusing together. It's not the right time to deploy troops or engage in full-scale warfare.

Once I'm back at Stoneheart City, I'll conscript every race living here."

Orion was somewhat entranced by Lumi's hair. The wind tossed her locks about, sending them brushing across Orion's chest and face, and every so often he couldn't help but inhale that faint, unique scent.

It was mysterious, pure, and gently intoxicating.

Lumi turned her head to look at Orion, puzzled by the expression on his face.

"I saw you kill that powerful Orc. He was strong enough that I didn't dare go near him at the time. I felt like he would've sensed my presence."

Orion knew she was talking about Blademaster Grommash.

"He made you feel dangerous?"

"Yes. There aren't many Alpha-level powerhouses who can threaten me. That orc was only the second one I've encountered."

Lumi gazed down at the forests and plains below them, recalling the battle that had once raged here.

"Who was the first?"

Curious, Orion tightened his hold on Lumi.

Lumi turned, but said nothing, merely glancing at Orion.

"Was it me?"

"The first time we met, I wasn't using such powerful senses."

Again, Lumi did not respond. Her entire body became noticeably colder.

Orion let out a hearty laugh and gave her breast a playful squeeze—he was in a good mood.

After spending time with Lumi, Orion had picked up on a few of her little habits.

For instance, whenever Lumi's body temperature dropped like this, it meant her emotions were stirring.

"Rayden, fly lower. Let the Orcs and Beastmen living on this land understand that I'm its true master."

Screech!

Thunderhawk Rayden let out a high-pitched eagle cry, sharp and piercing.

At the same time, Orion unleashed the full extent of his Legendary-level aura without restraint.

On the ground—in forests, plains, and beyond—countless Beastmen and Orcs trembled and fell prostrate, overwhelmed with fear.

In one Beastman camp, inside a spacious tent:

Thud! Thud!

Kitsune Sylvana and the elder who served her both collapsed to the floor, bowing low beneath the crushing force of Orion's might, too terrified to move.

Only once the pressure had passed did the elderly fox tribe elder rush from the tent, peering at the already distant Thunderhawk Rayden.

"Prophet…it's the thunderhawk, the flying mount of that giant lord!"