Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1429 Wheeling and Dealing

Even though the Abyssal Vortex represented merely a manifestation of power instead of a genuine Divine Kingdom, its eroding presence deeply insulted the Dead Sea.

In the following instant, the vast ocean appeared to churn violently. Boundless, overwhelming force rushed at the vortex from all angles, intent on smashing the invader and devouring the emptiness completely.

Exactly as I suspected. My hold on the fourth stage of Demigod strength remains far too fragile. I cannot endure the burden of an unclaimed Divine Kingdom.

Much less consume it.

Acknowledging the pointlessness of the confrontation, Orion inwardly exhaled and dispersed the Abyssal Vortex.

"Go."

Orion's command thundered across the depths, enhanced by the waning enchantment. "Treasure the safeguard your forebears provided you."

"Starting today, Atlantis will dwell in harmony with you. We won't push our boundaries past Current's Bend."

While uttering these words, Orion pulled back his godly essence, the lethal aura that had permeated the waters withdrawing swiftly.

He probably could have slain Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon on the spot. Yet such an act would have depleted this extension of his awareness, leading to its collapse. That outcome would strip Kraken of his key asset, exposing him to swift annihilation by the surviving Sea Folk troops.

Moreover, nothing assured that these three had arrived in their actual forms. Wasting such vast effort to eliminate simple projections would prove pointless.

A ceasefire offered the sole practical route.

Across the way, as Orion accepted the situation with reluctance, Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon trembled in fear.

Amon felt especially rattled. Convinced the Dead Sea granted total safety, he had ventured forth in his real body. Death had nearly claimed him.

The pulling gravity that had gripped him moments before served as clear evidence their foe surpassed a mere first-stage Demigod.

"We agree to your conditions," Morveth declared at last. He had held his tongue up to this point, yet as the chief, his wariness shaped the exchange. "Henceforth, the Cetus Giants and Atlantis will exist side by side in tranquility."

"Peace comes at a steep price," Orion remarked, his voice growing heavier with pretended wisdom as his aura started to dim. "I trust you'll all value it."

Morveth, Ishraena, and Amon shared looks. Saying nothing more, they pivoted and directed their troops. The enormous blockade surrounding Atlantis dissolved, and the Sea Folk host melted into the boundless abyss.

"Orion, blast it! Why hold back from wiping them out?"

"Do you grasp what we let slip? The entire sea!" Kraken's inner voice buzzed with raw excitement. "I swear this ocean has grown beyond its former size. The pulse of the waves... it tells no lies."

With the foes departed, Kraken brimmed with joy. Atlantis stood safe.

"It's more complicated than you imagine," Orion's words resounded in Kraken's thoughts, carrying a clear note of fatigue.

"Suppose we took down those three—could you swear they were truly gone? Or merely duplicates?"

Orion had projected unbreakable authority earlier, but invoking the Abyssal Vortex had sapped nearly all his divine might.

"On top of that, the Dead Sea's rules fiercely reject outsiders. Battling in these depths handicaps us severely. We'd falter in a drawn-out conflict."

"Let it go. We've secured our objective. Now turn your attention to readying for the assault on the coming realm."

Titanion Realm, Stoneheart City

In the past few weeks, Stoneheart City's populace and wealth had surged dramatically, like some mystical catalyst igniting rapid growth.

Across inner and outer zones alike, empty buildings that once lingered unoccupied sold in a flash. Land values soared, ballooning by a factor of a hundred.

The bulk of Stoneheart City's longtime residents couldn't grasp the finer points of this economic wonder. They simply recognized that fortunes swelled for all, and existence brimmed with fresh potential.

In the midst of this surge, the Silent Goblet in the outer district emerged as the chief haven for the crowds.

The establishment stayed open nonstop. Its entrance welcomed guests around the clock.

Down on the ground level, a visitor might buy the lowest-priced brew and savor it from twilight

through morning, captivated by the seductive performances and melodies from enchanting performers of over a dozen species.

Naturally, the elite influencers—those wielding influence and might—gathered exclusively on the upper levels.

Catering to its patrons' demands, the Silent Goblet had steadily transformed. It transcended a mere drinking spot; now it functioned as a center for listing and claiming tasks. In a cozy nook beside the primary chamber, a special counter stood ready, staffed by a keen-sighted succubus attendant.

A fresh iteration of the Silent Goblet was emerging.

Up on the second story, within a secluded chamber at the eastern edge of the looping hallway, three figures huddled at a table, toasting with raised cups.

"Mr. Greymount! Let's go, another round!"

The fellow clutching Tristan's arm was Nico, overseer of the Colosseum. He resembled a hulking mass of fat, slick with perspiration and sheen. Tristan couldn't fathom how someone so massively overweight had forged his prowess to the pinnacle of Alpha rank.

Matching this behemoth drink for drink would surely finish Tristan off. "Nico, I... I can't," Tristan mumbled. His cheeks burned crimson, and red threads marred the whites of his eyes. To any observer, he seemed fresh from combat, not a deal-making session.

"Grant me two days to unpack. Then we'll booze in earnest. Until we're out cold."

Tristan understood the social code. Around the board, forging bonds meant imbibing. It required embracing the discomfort.

And he yearned fiercely to bond with Nico and Kadir.

Particularly Kadir. This individual was fated to serve as Vice Guild Master of the Stoneheart Horde's Cross-Realm Trade Guild. He acted as Tristan's second, his

ally.

Orion had personally selected Tristan, but Lilith, always practical, had shifted Kadir—the Colosseum's top lieutenant—to watch over him. Each man boasted keen business instincts, and Lilith counted on their merged talents to propel the trade guild to new heights.

"You fat slob, that's plenty for tonight," Kadir cut in effortlessly. "Mr. Greymount has only just reached Stoneheart City. A pile of tasks awaits him."

Kadir played the mediator. He had set up this boozy gathering right after his assignment, including Nico to ease connections. Though Nico and Tristan handled most chatter (and quaffing), Kadir watched closely, gauging his fresh superior.

"Still thirsty... alas. Alright. With Tristan's responsibilities, we'll wrap up."

Nico drew closer, his cheerful face sharpening into earnestness. "Mr. Greymount, I'll speak plainly. Plenty of deals await us."

"Fighters, arms, gear, relics, creatures of magic... whatever the Colosseum requires, you scout it out."

"Cost isn't the issue," Nico added, pounding the surface. "We crave pathways. We demand steady flows."

This explained Kadir's inclusion of Nico too. The natural link between the Colosseum and the Cross-Realm Trade Guild shone clear. It built shared purpose among them, avoiding any stiffness in the encounter. "Count on it," Tristan assured, pressing fingers to chest—a sign of honesty and vow. "Aiding you aids me. I fully get the essence of shared gains."

"Hahaha! Excellent! That's the spirit I admire!"