Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 4: Big and hard

Orion squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to visualize the orc females from the neighboring clan. They possessed massive chests, broad hips, and powerful, muscular thighs. He tried to imagine them using both hands to lift his cock, taking the entire length into their mouths, though he feared their jagged tusks would only get in the way...

No way!

The orc women were simply too hideous. Their looks held absolutely zero attraction for Orion.

His mind then drifted to the elves, known for their flawless beauty, grace, and those long, alluring ears. However, they were far too delicate. Given his giant physiology, an intimate encounter with an elf might accidentally end her life.

The moment that grim thought surfaced, Orion’s cock, which had just begun to stir, lost its tension and went limp once more.

Though his cock had expanded from 20 inches to 25 inches, it still lacked the necessary rigidity!

He required a much more provocative fantasy!

Closing his eyes again, Orion suddenly recalled the succubi who had traveled to the Black Stone Tribe years prior to conduct business with his father.

Those succubi were breathtakingly gorgeous, nearly perfect, and radiated a supernatural charm. Their figures were flawlessly proportioned, with every curve highlighted by gowns that were practically see-through.

It was difficult to fathom how purity and raw seduction could exist simultaneously within a succubus.

Orion fantasized about tearing away a succubus’s gown, gripping her breast with one hand while hoisting her leg with the other to drive his massive cock deep inside her.

Witnessing a succubus moan shamelessly beneath her facade of purity was the ultimate fantasy for any male!

At that mental image, Orion’s cock throbbed with life, stretching to a full 30 inches!

It was massive and rock-hard!

Orion’s eyes sparkled with thrill. Placing his hands behind his back, he used his cock as a pillar to support his 500-pound frame!

The unique push-up challenge had officially commenced!

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[Newbie task completed, reward: Strength +1]

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[Newbie task completed, reward: Strength +1]

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[Newbie task completed, reward: Strength +1]

Once the rewards were calculated, his strength attribute climbed to 14 points!

Incredible; the sensation of gaining power was intoxicating, even if these specific exercises were somewhat grueling on his body.

Orion slumped onto the ground, exhaling a deep breath.

Right then, a massive hand swept the tent flap aside, and a familiar face peered into the room.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Hey there, little guy! See what your father has brought for you!"

Orion gave his father a quick hug, and the two bumped arms in the traditional greeting of the giants.

Following the greeting, Hyperion dragged in the haul of game from outside.

"Whoa!"

The pungent, metallic scent of fresh blood permeated the air, signaling a highly productive hunt. It looked to be at least 3000 pounds of meat and raw hides.

The quality of the materials was top-tier, featuring parts from several elite-level beasts!

His father clapped Orion on the shoulder. "Go ahead, pick what you want to eat. We’ll carve some meat to roast over the flames!"

"Hey."

Orion’s mother observed him for a moment before noting, "My child, I’m not sure why, but you appear more powerful than before."

"I was thinking the same thing. Little guy, you seem sturdier than you were just a few days ago," Hyperion agreed. "If you don't mind, show us your strongest feature."

Strongest feature?

Orion glanced down at his lap, instinctively adjusting his beast-skin skirt. Even though his cock was impressively large and firm, it wasn't something he should show off to his parents.

Searching for an alternative, he grabbed and hoisted a 3000-pound bronze cauldron into the air.

"Excellent!" Hyperion shouted. "Praise the Titan God, our Black Stone Tribe shall gain another powerful warrior!"

"Hehe," Orion laughed, acting a bit shy.

It appeared that with 14 strength points, he was already considered a prodigy among the tribe's youth.

Suddenly, Hyperion began to cough, his hand clutching his stomach.

Orion spotted blood splashing down near his father's feet.

It made sense now why his father had looked pained earlier. He had assumed the blood belonged to the prey, but his father had actually been wounded.

Elite-level monsters were truly difficult to take down.

Orion let out a sigh, quickly guiding his father further into the tent to dress the injury.

That evening, Orion leaned against the tent wall, lost in contemplation.

The night in the forest was dark and moonless, and as a giant, Orion wasn't the type to waste time writing poetry about the stars.

He weighed his future options.

For generations, the giants had inhabited the Black Forest, but the woods were filled with peril.

Dozens of other tribes lived alongside the giants, but no single group ruled the forest, leading to frequent skirmishes.

However, those were minor concerns. In this age, the primary threat to their life was the environment itself.

The Black Forest was situated within the Barren Mountains, a place of endless winters and brief daylight, where darkness reigned most of the time.

Even worse, hunting was only viable during the day, as monstrous predators prowled the night—beasts that had already wiped out several neighboring tribes.

Orion realized his current weakness. To endure the brutal conditions of the Barren Mountains, he needed to grow much stronger.

At ten years old, according to the laws of the tribe, his easy childhood was over. He was required to leave his parents' tent, live on his own, and master the art of combat.

The mandate that ten-year-olds must become independent seemed cruel, but it was essential for the tribe's survival. Only the very old and the very young were permitted to put down their arms, as they were the least productive members.

Orion understood his duty: he had to take up a weapon and contribute to the tribe’s prosperity.

The initial step was selecting his future combat path.

The giant tribe offered only a few roles: warrior, hunter, archer, and the most enigmatic, the shaman.

"Little guy, your intelligence often amazes me. Ever since you were small, Phoebe and I believed you should train to be a mighty shaman," Hyperion remarked.

Phoebe, busy mixing medicinal potions, chimed in, "I never explicitly said that, but I believe you should follow your own heart."

Orion gave a small smile.

He had no desire to be a shaman. He craved raw power and wanted to be a legendary warrior; strength was a man’s true calling.

Most crucially, Orion could see his weapon compatibility scores on his status panel:

Trident: 1000% Greatsword: 100% Spear: 100% Staff: 90% Bow: 80% Dagger: 40% ...