Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"Have you thought it through?"

Facing Alexander's will projection, Orion nodded and crushed the token in his hand.

The token shattered, and from within, a more exquisitely crafted token fell out.

"Hold onto this token well. Factions possessing it are outside Blade Hall's assassination range."

After saying this, Alexander's will projection vanished.

And the fragments of the original token surprisingly began to converge, summoning a micro-teleportation array on the spot.

A ripple of void energy fluctuated, and from the teleportation array emerged a human wearing ordinary clothes, with an ordinary appearance.

Of course, it was only the appearance of a human.

Orion could sense a different kind of aura from the stranger before him.

"My name is Wrist-Cut. I am pleased to meet you, Elder!"

Wrist-Cut—a peculiar name, an unfamiliar race.

"This place will be yours from now on!"

Orion nodded without asking further questions, left this sentence behind, turned, and departed from the house located in a remote area of Stoneheart City's outer district.

Orion possessed the token gifted by Alexander and had established a branch hall for Blade Hall, automatically becoming an honorary elder of Blade Hall.

This type of elder held no real power, only enjoyed numerous benefits.

Orion had obtained the Blade Hall token when he joined the Champions Alliance but had only used it now.

The primary reason was the establishment of the Valkorath Realm, which opened up a new, large rear base for Orion.

Otherwise, Orion wouldn't have introduced the faction established by Alexander into his own Titanion Realm.

Furthermore, the arrival of Blade Hall would bring more foreign races, bring more strange and peculiar items.

This would make Stoneheart City even more prosperous, thereby driving the development of the Stoneheart Horde.

And development involved faith, the level of civilization, and the strength of the faction.

All these were prerequisites for Orion's advancement to Arch Lord.

After Orion left, the ordinary-looking man named Wrist-Cut closed the door.

Wrist-Cut took out a token. The token split into ten pieces, once again transforming into ten micro-teleportation arrays.

A moment later, ten beings of different races appeared inside the house.

"Is this a new realm?"

"A branch hall building mission! This is a lucrative pioneering assignment!"

"I can already sense the aura of numerous intelligent races!"

"This is a brand new realm!"

"Eh... ten people actually came!"

"..."

Just as the ten individuals were muttering amongst themselves, Wrist-Cut's voice sounded.

"Everyone, this is the Titanion Realm. Henceforth, this will be the headquarters for this world."

"In the future, you will all become Hall Masters of your respective regions. The benefits you can gain, I needn't elaborate."

"According to the intentions from above, this place will appear in Stoneheart City in the form of an auction house."

Hearing the words "auction house," the ten who had teleported were all shocked.

Because an operation on the scale of an auction house typically only appeared in major realms or realms considered very important to the faction.

It should be known that among the branch halls these individuals had visited, many appeared as underground factions.

In other words, this realm would receive full support from above, would garner significant attention.

"Hall Master, you're not joking, are you?"

Among the ten, a being wearing a strange cloak spoke up, voicing a question that resonated with the others.

"Check the mission details you received!"

Wrist-Cut was very calm. After offering this light explanation, the house instantly fell into silence.

A moment later, everyone raised their hands in salute.

Still silent, but Wrist-Cut knew these fellows had all become obedient.

"Then, let's divide the work!"

Thus, another half hour passed. Eight of the ten individuals walked out of the house. After slightly adjusting their appearances, they all vanished at the street corner, disappearing into the crowd.

Barely a day later, the building Orion had allocated to Blade Hall underwent a major transformation overnight, becoming a magnificent tower.

The tower stood seven stories tall. Now, it housed many service personnel: maidservants, shopkeepers, dancers, musicians... all fully equipped.

And so, the Blackstone Auction House, a joint venture between the Stoneheart Horde and Blade Hall, appeared in Stoneheart City.

The Blackstone Auction House ostensibly auctioned various exotic and valuable items, but secretly, it was a multifunctional organization integrating intelligence trading, issuing and accepting assassination missions.

Of course, they certainly had other unspeakable missions, but most people would surely never come into contact with them.

Some matters, without sufficient status and strength, one simply had no qualification to touch.

...

Meanwhile, the Castle.

Ever since Orion and Lilith returned here carrying Pallas, the castle had been constantly lively.

For the past three days, the square outside the castle had seen unending supplies of wine, continuous banquets, and a constant stream of gifts.

Those major figures holding some status within the Horde were escorted into the castle by maidservants to pay respects to the Giant King and celebrate the Giant Prince.

Among them, Dirtclaw, Taran, Delilah, as well as Earthshaker, Drakthul, and Gormathar who had rushed back upon hearing the news, all entered the castle.

"Master, this is my family's little dog whelp, Anubis, whom you personally named."

"I guarantee, Anubis will surely become His Highness the Prince's strongest, most loyal guard in the future."

It was a rare occasion; the group gathered not in the meeting hall, but in the castle's rear garden.

At this moment, Dirtclaw held a goblet in his right hand and dangled Anubis in his left, toasting Orion and Lilith amidst the envious stares of the crowd.

"Dirtclaw, put Anubis down. Let him come over, let me see!"

Lilith, overflowing with maternal love, found Dirtclaw's handling of Anubis too rough and had a nearby maidservant take the pup.

Dirtclaw was overjoyed and lightly patted his child.

"Behave yourself! Bring honor to the gnolls!"

Anubis's eyes held some confusion, but it instantly turned to excitement.

Because Dirtclaw had casually stuffed a fat piece of beast meat into his mouth.

Anubis, held by the succubus maidservant, with the chunk of meat dangling from his mouth, began gobbling ferociously.

That little appearance, in Lilith's eyes, was extremely cute.

"That fellow Dirtclaw is too clever! Actually brought his child!"

"Damn it! Why didn't I think of that? This is celebrating the Prince, a good chance for the family younglings to show their faces!"

"Damn it! Since when did gnoll brains become so sharp?"

"..."

During the banquet, a group of elders stared wide-eyed, their gazes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred towards the smug Dirtclaw, wishing they were the ones standing up to offer congratulations just now.

Orion was very generous during this banquet, gifting many Elite and Hero level weapons.

Some of these weapons were for these Alpha-level elders themselves, while others were gifted to their descendants.

"Giant King, the emissary of the Blood Elf race requests an audience!"

Mid-banquet, Vaelia, the blood elf emissary stationed in Stoneheart City, arrived at the castle, presenting gifts for Prince Pallas.