Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1513 Sovereign Economics

Rommath brimmed with assurance. Human realms had been uprooted, their treasures confiscated or dispersed, leaving no clansman—save the Stoneheart Horde's founding elders—with fortunes to challenge his own.

His command over vast assets embodied the Blood Elf Race's amassed legacy across countless ages. This colossal hoard dwarfed the Horde's recent gains, rendering them mere trifles by comparison.

Stoneheart City.

The avenues thrummed with the throng's uproar and the enticing wisps from roasting hearths.

Three giants—Redfang, Cedric, and Bastien—together with the gnoll Ludo, strode along the central boulevard. Silence cloaked them, faces etched in shared disbelief and daze.

"Cedric, hit me."

Redfang halted abruptly, pivoting to his companion with the absurd request.

Cedric responded instinctively, landing a solid blow right on Redfang's chin.

CRACK.

Redfang's jaw popped loose in an instant.

"Hss... That hurts like hell!"

Redfang clutched his cheek, wincing while shoving the bone back with a grotesque snap.

"It's real!"

Once his jaw realigned, Redfang ignored the pain, shouting the revelation outright.

"It... it seems it is real," Cedric answered, voice quaking with doubt.

"It has to be real," Bastien chimed in, nodding vigorously beside Cedric.

"It's definitely real! We're rich!" Ludo the Gnoll buzzed with frenzy. "Ludo has financial freedom! Ludo has so many Merit Points! I'm going to the exchange. I want a Transformative Weapon! A big stick! A stick to beat dogs with!"

Ludo's frenzied babble shattered the trance for the rest. Redfang, Cedric, and Bastien grasped they weren't imagining it. True wealth had come their way.

That scavenged egg indeed harbored a Broodmother.

"Cedric, what do you say we go back to Northguard?" Redfang proposed, eyes sparkling. "We could search that cave outside the city again. Maybe we missed one. Maybe there's another Broodmother egg just sitting there."

Cedric rolled his eyes. Redfang showed the telltale greed of biting off more than he could chew. Plus, Ludo's scent could sniff phantoms amid brimstone gales; if the gnoll had combed the cave, nothing remained.

"Heh... just saying, just saying," Redfang laughed, aware of his frantic tone. Even another egg would see teleport costs drain them dry before rewards from the first arrived.

"Regardless, we need to celebrate," Redfang proclaimed, arm sweeping ahead grandly. "To the Silent Goblet! I'm ordering the most expensive bottle on the second floor, and I'm hiring a Succubus to pour it for me!"

He forged ahead, striding to the tavern like royalty incarnate.

Meanwhile, word of the Seeker Auction House offering a Broodmother egg ignited through Stoneheart Horde's clans and houses like rampant flames.

Such a pivotal asset stirred every dormant powerhouse and ambitious lord in the metropolis.

Inner City, The Colosseum.

Within a lavish VIP box above the pit, Stoneheart Horde's "Human Triad"—Nico, Kadir, and Tristan—sprawled on opulent hide couches. Beneath, a giant-blooded fighter clashed fatally with a Helix Drake.

"Tristan, you are truly something else," Nico, the plump finance lord, chuckled with glee. "To think you actually bought a monster straight out of the storybooks."

Nico reveled in delight. The Colosseum's underbelly now brimmed with such fantastical beasts. They lured masses infallibly, coining endless gold. Credit went to Tristan, the interplanar trader.

Tristan's hauls from alien realms had vastly enriched the arena's lineup. In gratitude, Nico summoned comrade Kadir and Tristan for libations and prime views of the carnage.

"Nico, let's be clear," Tristan stated, twirling his goblet. "Two of those Helix Drakes are strictly for storage. Do not get them killed. The Eldest Princess explicitly requested them as mounts. If anything happens to them, I could run until my legs snap and I still wouldn't be able to replace them for Her Highness."

The "Eldest Princess" referred to Elara, naturally.

Tristan figured the young Elara merely adored the docile, shell-backed drakes. He overlooked her true aim: not the beasts, but their origin realm.

"Relax, I know the stakes," Nico assured, clapping Tristan's back. He jabbed two pudgy digits at his eyes. "See these? Clear and bright. I haven't gone blind from greed."

Tristan dipped his head. Nico's brazen boasts were becoming familiar.

"It's a pity, though," Tristan reflected, gazing at the arena floor. "If I could have taken that insect egg and sold it across the planar boundaries... I could have gotten a price a thousand, maybe ten thousand times higher. War-torn planes pay a premium for instant armies."

Tristan's trader instincts sniffed profit keenly.

"Tristan, you're overthinking it," Nico countered, grinning sagely while shaking his head. "That kind of asset is strictly 'Not For Sale' to outsiders. It's a strategic resource. The Horde would never let it bleed out."

"If it's not for outsiders, why put it in the auction house?" Tristan queried, puzzled.

Nico proffered Tristan a brimming wineglass, sliding another to Kadir.

"Little brother, you've been away too long. You don't see the game being played." Nico reclined, adopting a mentor's poise. "Let your big brother educate you."

Tristan humored Nico's vanity, lifting his glass in salute.

Having gulped the vintage, Nico unleashed his wisdom unchecked.

"First, this is an internal auction. 'Non-kin need not apply.' If you aren't Stoneheart, you don't get through the door."

"Second, it's not that the Horde can't afford to raise a newborn Broodmother. It's that we don't need to."

"And here is the key," Nico whispered intently, leaning close. "The exalted Lady Lilith... she is using this egg to dredge up the stagnant resources hoarding up in the clans."

"Stagnant resources. You follow?"

Tristan nodded gradually. The phrase clicked.

"We run around every day, clowning for the crowd, hustling for every copper," Nico waved toward the fray below. "And what we make is just pocket change compared to the old blood."

"Lady Lilith is a genius. She throws out a single egg, and suddenly, she pries open the vaults of those ancient families who have been sitting on mountains of gold for centuries."

"I wonder which lucky bastard is going to win it," Nico sighed, envy tingeing his words.

Nico coveted the egg, undoubtedly. To common folk, he oozed wealth. Yet against Horde's prime dynasties—those intact surrenders safeguarding their hoards from raids—he ranked as destitute.

Those hoards were Lilith's quarry. She siphoned ancestral riches to propel the Horde onward.