Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1526 The Birth of Hope

"In a few days, my Storm Avatar will accompany you," the Deputy Commander declared.

Upon hearing this, Leonidas flashed a broad, fawning grin. His completely shameless look seemed to convey: Old man, step on me however you please if it makes you happy.

"Regarding the World Dragon, it appears we've greatly underestimated its capabilities," the Deputy Commander reflected. "Beyond Hulk and Arthas, none of us have truly delved into its full possibilities."

From Leonidas's quick overview, the Deputy Commander glimpsed vast new ways to harness the World Dragons. Hulk had swallowed his whole, transforming his body into the core to hastily create a Divine Kingdom. Arthas was employing his World Dragon as a container to devour all of Minor Hell. Each had built on the creature's base to carve out innovative paths.

By contrast, Leonidas, who had hatched his egg through standard means, appeared to have chosen the lesser path. Naturally, being a dragon himself, his natural mastery over the World Dragon exceeded that of the others.

"I had intended to alter the World Dragon in the Slaughter Space to cultivate a Slaughter Avatar," Alexander added, with a hint of relief in his tone. "But after listening to you, I must reconsider my plan."

Since his World Dragon egg remained unhatched, he and the Deputy Commander could still test and unlock its greater potential.

"Actually, we've missed a vital path for growth," the Deputy Commander noted. "In the sarcophagus, six dragon eggs existed altogether. That Great Dragon King of Light, Mondusath, surely didn't plan to hatch just one. He had to know a hidden technique for employing the World Dragons. To him, they were nothing more than materials for crafting!"

This insight made Leonidas wince inwardly. Damn, he cursed to himself, the more you discuss it, the worse I feel about my own deal!

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Titanion Realm, City of Blessings.

Inside the Blood Elf Palace's depths, Rommath held the broodmother egg in his hands like the world's most invaluable relic. In that instant, he deeply grasped the ancient saying: riches come easily, but genuine treasures are excruciatingly scarce.

Securing this egg at the auction had cost him fully twenty percent of his treasury—the Blood Elf Race's hoarded fortune across thousands of years. Just one-fifth of that amount was an immense fortune.

"Husband, is it really worth the price?" the Queen inquired, her tone filled with wariness. The drain on their coffers pained her, and she worried they'd fallen into a scheme. "Might there be some trick involved?"

"No problems at all. I checked specifically," Rommath assured her. "The Seekers received direct permission from the Lord to auction this egg. Plus, they supplied a Demigod-grade contract scroll with it."

With those words, Rommath pulled a radiant golden magic scroll from his robes. It was a master-servant binding edict made by a Demigod. Not just a larva—even a Demigod caught in this pact would suffer devastating consequences to escape.

Rommath cut his finger, letting his blood drip onto the scroll, then pressed it firmly against the egg's shell. A grand wave of energy erupted. In a dazzling burst of golden radiance, the contract took hold. Inside the egg, the broodmother called Laito had endured an agonizing wait. Truthfully, without prompt external aid, he'd have become the first broodmother ever to perish from suffocation within his own shell.

As his awareness teetered on the brink of endless sleep, he detected the recognizable essence of a binding contract. Within the void, golden runes materialized one after another, burning straight into his soul just like in his previous existence.

A contract! Laito's dimming thoughts jolted alert, surging with vitality like a shot of adrenaline. I'm rescued!

Yet, a crushing torrent of divine might crashed down, freezing him in place. It shackled his soul with unbreakable bonds, hauling him into the golden runes to compel total obedience.

This is Law's might! Terror overwhelmed him, snuffing out his fresh spark of hope. Is a Demigod binding me?! With his present power and roots, shattering a Demigod's confinement anytime soon was hopeless. He'd readied many tactics for his rebirth, but scarcely any worked against such a being.

Damn, what happened during this reincarnation? Could this be a scheme plotted by my former enemies? Being an Awakened entity, Laito was naturally full of suspicion. Without that endless wariness, he wouldn't have climbed to the peak of strength in his previous existence.

Yet Laito's fear quickly transformed into frenzied delight. He detected the aura linked through the bond. The presence of his new master felt pathetically feeble. For Laito, someone at just Legendary level like Rommath was akin to a mere bug.

A no-name at Legendary level? Holding a Demigod-tier contract scroll? He has to be a pampered scion from a huge faction! Laito exulted. The heavens always provide an escape! In an instant, Laito had woven together a convincing explanation for his predicament.

Steady yourself... stay composed, he cautioned inwardly. Peak happiness often brings the deadliest peril. He compelled his thoughts into frozen serenity. At present, he was merely a baby broodmother larva. He had to act like a brainless, cute hatchling to fool his temporary master utterly. Conceal his real self, develop secretly, and watch his surroundings—that was his sole strategy.

In the Blood Elf Palace once more, a crisp snap resounded in the room. Rommath gazed fixedly at the egg clutched in his grasp as cracks spiderwebbed over its shell.

A pristine white larva, featuring elaborate mystical golden designs on its back, emerged wriggling from the husk. With swift chomps, it consumed every last fragment of the shell. Afterward, the white larva started circling around Rommath's palm, radiating intense fondness toward him.

It's real, Rommath mused, his heart expanding with emotion. This broodmother truly possesses vast potential! Via the contract's mental connection, Rommath sensed its untainted love, its childlike feelings, and its horrifying natural aptitude. Only then did the crushing worry in his chest finally lift. Having expended the Blood Elf Race's precious heritage, he'd feared ending up with nothing.

"From now on, your name is Hope," Rommath proclaimed, sending his thoughts to the being. "You are my hope for restoring my kingdom."

The broodmother halted briefly, then wriggled energetically to and fro on his palm, seemingly thrilled.

Yet deep inside the broodmother's mental realm, in a hidden spot Rommath could never detect, a voice muttered in resentment.

Hope? The hope of rebuilding a kingdom? That's my name? Why is it so ridiculously corny? Laito grumbled inside. Damn everything, is my master some fallen, penniless lord? If he's too poor to revive his own realm, how will he possibly supply the resources to nurture a broodmother like me? Has he lost his senses?!