Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1337 The Weight of a World

"If you fail, you walk away. You'll leave Seraphina's side and never turn back."

Kairon was no impulsive youth. He was an ancient power, a Demigod of the abyss. Why then was he hurling threats like a jealous high school athlete? Such behavior was far beneath his status.

Orion did not take the Dreadfin Demigod lightly. Kairon was far from unintelligent, which meant this outburst was a calculated move.

A test, Orion understood. He’s probing my limits. He wants to see if the newcomer actually possesses the strength he claims.

Standing beside him, Seraphina remained quiet. She made no move to stop them. Instead, a spark of excitement danced in her eyes. She wished to witness this as well. Even Evander, typically the mediator, observed the scene with intense curiosity.

This was a formal hazing— a trial by the established powers.

"She belongs to me."

Orion didn't need to raise his voice. He simply leaned down, pressing a kiss to Seraphina’s forehead. It was a calm, absolute declaration of possession. She was with him, and unless she chose to depart, no one would take her from him.

A rare flash of genuine bashfulness crossed Seraphina's face as she flushed, though she regained her poise instantly. She tucked her arm through Orion's, pressing against him while directing a look of pure, unshielded arrogance toward Kairon.

"Regarding your challenge..." Orion shifted his attention back to Kairon. "You are not my equal."

The statement was delivered with the casual tone of someone mentioning the weather. There was no murderous intent or exploding aura. It was a simple reality. His dismissiveness was cutting—he didn't even view Kairon as an opponent worth posturing against.

Kairon’s expression twisted. "Watch yourself, rookie. You should check your arrogance before—"

"You are merely a newly ascended Demigod. How can you possibly—"

The words died in Kairon’s throat.

Orion fixed his gaze upon him.

The surrounding void didn't just become heavy; it turned solid. A crushing weight that far surpassed the First Stage of Demigodhood slammed into Kairon like the force of a dying star, pinning him where he stood.

Orion had already brushed against the Fourth Stage—the Divine Calling—and possessed insights into the Sixth. While he hadn't fully conquered these levels, he didn't have to. The sheer power he wielded was far beyond anything Kairon could endure.

The Divine Calling stage represented the search for the infinite within the finite. It was the developmental phase of a true Divine Kingdom. Every move and every breath Orion made was supported by the massive weight of his recently created Abyssal World.

"Even during my peak as an Arch Lord, I was an Over-tier combatant. I stood on equal footing with gods," Orion declared, his voice vibrating with a haunting, layered resonance. "Now that I have achieved Cultivation as a Demigod, that distance hasn't closed. It has only grown."

He stared at the paralyzed Kairon, ignoring the stunned expressions of Seraphina and Evander. This wasn't a boast; he was merely stating the facts.

"I have no interest in trivial bickering within the Titanion Realm," Orion said, his tone shifting to one of absolute command. "I am here to forge a united front. The approaching foreign world isn't a catastrophe; it’s a feast. It is a helpless target waiting to be devoured."

He deliberately projected his voice to dominate the space. If he intended to command this alliance, being an equal wasn't enough. He had to be the alpha. He had to be the leader of the raid.

The suffocating pressure vanished as abruptly as it had arrived.

Kairon collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching his chest. He hadn't felt this sense of total vulnerability since his days as a mortal.

"Are you..." Kairon panted, looking up with eyes filled with dread. "Are you a Second-Stage Demigod?"

Orion shook his head slowly.

He looked toward Seraphina and Evander to ensure they heard his words clearly.

"A Second-Stage Demigod? I could destroy one with a single hand."

It was mostly a bluff. However, with Seraphina looking at him as if he were the center of the universe and his power already proven, no one was going to challenge him.

A long silence filled the space between the four deities. The hierarchy had been redefined.

"Let’s get to work," Orion said, shattering the tension. "These world tunnels that are forming... they aren't a natural occurrence. This was orchestrated from the inside."

He spoke with certainty. As a creator who had built his own world, he understood the fundamental laws of reality better than any of them. World Trees do not collide unless the gravitational balance is intentionally sabotaged.

"Sir Orion," Evander spoke, his tone now laced with respect. "We have been in slumber. We truly do not know who caused this corruption in the Titanion Realm."

Orion’s brow furrowed. If the locals were unaware, the rot ran deep. A collision of this scale should have alerted every power in the pantheon.

He shut his eyes, spreading his perception outward. He wasn't just searching for Qi or magic; he was looking for the structural flaws in the realm itself.

After fifteen minutes, his eyes snapped open.

"Follow me."

He didn't wait for a response, dissolving into a streak of light.

Utessar Continent, the Frozen North.

The atmosphere rippled as four figures appeared inside a vast, hollow cavern. This was the same cryptic cave where Lokiviria had once given his life.

The air was thick and foul. Even the gods felt a sense of revulsion.

"The resonance is strongest here," Orion remarked. "This is the point of origin."

When it came to detecting the subtleties of world laws, the collective experience of Kairon, Seraphina, and Evander was no match for Orion’s intuition. Such was the advantage of being a Maker.

"There is an Insectoid statue further in," Seraphina observed, moving past Orion. "And runes on the floor. The remains of a formation."

She stepped into the center of the chamber, feeling the lingering psychic echoes. "The resentment here is overwhelming... pure despair. This place was a sacrificial altar."

She lifted her trident and struck the stone floor with the base of the weapon.

Ping.

A sphere of shimmering light radiated from the trident, filling the entire cave. It was a Chrono-Bubble, designed to reverse time within a local area.

The air within the cavern blurred, and translucent images began to rewind. Dust settled and shadows retreated until the vision paused and began to play forward once more.

A figure limped into the cavern. He was battered and broken, his face twisted into a mask of total misery. He fell to his knees before the insectoid statue and began the incantations for a blood ritual.

This was the trigger. The moment the gate was forced open.

Orion watched the vision, his eyes narrowing into cold, dangerous slits.

He recognized that face. This entire disaster... it was linked directly to him.