Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1507 Indignity of Rebirth

Into the emptiness of his mind, Laito unleashed a piercing scream.

Being reborn as a Broodmother was a humiliation he could endure—strength was strength, no matter the sex or form. Yet, to emerge as a starved, unhulled weakling? That struck as a grave affront.

Against the egg's inner surface, he flailed wildly, battling the hardened shell that resembled a tomb more than a nest. For typical Broodmothers, it offered safety. For Laito, an Awakened essence bearing a Demigod's recollections, it served as a prison. Nothing else blocked his path to the vital resources for his rise.

Horath. Antarid. You wretched scum.

I recognize your handiwork. Just wait. Once I claw to the pinnacle, I'll strip your souls layer by layer.

Issues in reincarnation weren't unknown among the God-Devouring Insectoid Race, yet for a Demigod such as Laito, it should have been guided meticulously. The swarm safeguarded its prized assets.

In his previous existence, Laito wasn't a flop. He had mastered the swarm's ruthless intrigues, using his Awakened status to climb to Insect King and attain the Second Stage of Demigodhood. But progress halted there. Despite devouring countless rivals and rare elixirs, the Third Stage eluded him.

Confronting mortality from age, Insect Queen Moriphara bestowed the Rite of Rebirth—a shot to discard his decaying shell and reboot in a frame brimming with boundless promise.

However, Laito had triumphed in too many disputes and seized too much domain. Rivals couldn't strike under the Queen's watch, but with his soul launched to claim a fresh host, he became vulnerable. They tampered with his course. They hurled his soul into a fading brood in a remote wasteland.

Crack, you cursed thing! Shatter!

Will I perish here? A godling stillborn in an overlooked grotto?

I must hatch. I crave blood. I demand revenge.

Pride alone didn't drive him. Survival mechanics did.

Laito's prime boon—the 'Legacy' bestowed as an Awakened One—sat sealed now. This ethereal storehouse held the relics and backups he'd readied for precisely this crisis. Yet the Legacy demanded one key trigger: a viable form and a True Name.

At present, he amounted to a freakish blob encased. Death here meant his Legacy scattering to nothingness, wiping him out for good.

Rage surged from his desperation. His developing frame slammed repeatedly at the egg's barriers. Escape wasn't enough; he had to create a racket. He needed discovery.

Ally or adversary, it made no difference. A swarm kin spotting him could raise him. A foe might enslave him as a minion.

In any case, he'd endure. He'd feign the meek thrall until his shell toughened and Legacy awoke. Then he'd snap bonds, consume his keepers, and seize back his crown.

Thrash! Jolt! Force their gaze!

Panic fueled Laito's frenzy, shaking the egg with frenzied vibrations.

Farther into the cave, scents of lightning and splintered chitin hung heavy.

'Bastien! Flank him!'

The yell struggled over the ring of metal striking shell.

Redfang grappled fiercely with an Alpha-level Insectoid fighter. This behemoth of razor-edged appendages and tough plating resisted the Giant's brute force.

'Ludo! Check the rear tunnels!' Zhenlo snapped, his iron rod parrying a jagged talon lunging for Redfang's neck. 'This bug isn't roaming; it's defending. Something precious lies beyond!'

A seasoned fighter from border conflicts, the Pandaren read battles keenly. While blocking strikes, he orchestrated the fight.

'On it!' Ludo the Gnoll yelped, plunging into darkness, nostrils flaring to trace that odd aroma he'd sniffed before.

'Hah! That's it! Show some guts, you hideous creeper!'

Redfang's laugh boomed, reverberating off moist stone. To a Giant, battle was speech, and he spoke with flair. The deadlock excited rather than annoyed him.

'Kill it!'

'Rebel bugs get the boot!'

The Stoneheart Horde enforced one rule on insects: yield or perish. Such was Orion, the Grand Elder's decree, and Redfang relished enforcing it.

'Time to wrap this up,' Redfang growled, crimson gleam in his eyes. 'Cyclonic Smash!'

Both hands seized the haft of his enormous spiked mace as the Giant retreated a step.

Then came the impossible feat.

In his swing, Redfang's body appeared to melt, flowing into the mace. The weapon ballooned to siege-tower scale, radiating a fearsome momentum glow. No longer mere tool, it embodied the Giant as raw, devastating force.

The Insectoid fighter shrieked, lifting its claw-arms in vain defense.

BOOM!

Dust rained from the cavern roof with the collision's quake.

Zhenlo and Bastien covered their faces as a blast of ichor and fragmented shell erupted. The Alpha didn't merely fall; it vaporized into a pulpy stain across the stone.

Crashing down, the huge mace shuddered metallically. Redfang emerged from it like stepping through a waterfall veil, beaming widely.

'Holy hell,' Bastien gasped, eyeing the pit.

'Hah! See that? Notice the spin on that strike?' Redfang fondly slapped the resized mace. 'That's Morph-Weapon power, lads! Straight from the Horde Treasury!'

His gaze shifted to Ludo, who peered from the passage, eyes bulging.

'See, Ludo? This comes from spending Merit Points, not dragon-like hoarding!' Redfang boasted, smearing green ichor off his face.