Titan King: Ascension of the Giant - Chapter 1339

Chapter 1339: An insectoid world
“Orion, what exactly are you getting at?”

Evander, the human demigod, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. His instincts, sharpened by years of survival, were screaming that something was wrong. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“Gentlemen,” Orion began, his voice terrifyingly calm. “This war didn’t start today. It began ten years ago.”

He paused, letting the words settle.

“As you’ve all suspected, the Titanion Realm has been on the back foot from day one. The anomalies tearing apart our sky? That’s just the enemy getting too big to hide. They aren’t knocking on the door anymore; they’re already in the living room.”

“We’re losing?” Kairon stepped forward. Although he stood in human form, the dorsal spine protruding from his skull betrayed his aquatic origins. “How are we losing?”

The fin on Kairon’s head crackled with agitated blue static, the air around him smelling of ozone.

“It’s not just a battle, Kairon. Our entire reality is obsolete.” Orion swept his hand through the air, encompassing the horizon.

Seeing the confusion on the veterans’ faces, Orion decided to flex a little. It was time to show them exactly how out of their depth they were.

“The atmospheric distortions are just the opening act,” Orion explained, adopting the tone of a professor lecturing slow students. “The truth is, the laws of physics from the other side have already infiltrated us. They are rewriting the Titanion Realm, atom by atom. Starting with the soil, the air, the grass… they are terraforming our world to make it hospitable for them.”

Orion’s voice took on a prophetic weight. He wasn’t just reporting intel; he was revealing the inevitable. To a lesser mind, the sheer scale of the violation would have been paralyzing.

Evander narrowed his eyes, his mind racing. “So, you’re saying this isn’t going to be a repeat of the dark beast tides? No mindless slaughter?”

“The world tunnels are just bait, aren’t they?” Evander continued, connecting the dots. “They want the demigods to waste our energy plugging leaks while they flank us on a metaphysical level?”

Orion had to give the man credit. Evander hadn’t survived the lethal pincer attack from Dreadfin and the Mermaid by being an idiot. He had clawed his way to his demigod status through sheer grit and tactical brilliance. He belonged at the table.

“Exactly. The crisis is internal. It’s an evolution,” Orion confirmed. He decided to lay all his cards on the table—or at least, the ones he wanted them to see. “The invading dimension operates on a higher tier of reality than the Titanion Realm. Their laws are more robust, more complete. Dominant.”

It was the first thing Orion had noticed upon his return. The Titanion Realm felt different—heavy, thick with an alien influence that was slowly suffocating the native magic.

“Think of it in terms of gravity,” Orion said, searching for an analogy that would stick. “If a high-density world swallows a low-density one, the energy differential causes a crash. It’s bad business. It’s like a wealthy empire capturing a starving village. You don’t enslave a population of skeletons. You feed them, you fatten them up, and you build up their infrastructure. Only then do you put them to work.”

It was a grim metaphor, but effective. To the insectoid invaders, the Titanion Realm was a slum. Before the worlds could merge, the invaders needed to renovate the property.

“To them, we’re just squatters in a fixer-upper,” Orion added with a dark chuckle. “I doubt they even consider us distinct threats.”

It wasn’t defeatism; it was a cold calculation. Orion knew this mess was the handiwork of Clown. And if Clown was pulling the strings, the incoming enemy was nightmare fuel.

“Orion, honey,” Seraphina interjected. “You still haven’t told us how we’re supposed to kill them.”

“You see that statue?” Orion pointed toward the depths of the cavern.

The group turned to look at the eerie, chitinous carving they had been guarding. It depicted a creature that was clearly insectoid.

“I’m betting the enemy comes from a hive-mind civilization. An insectoid world.”

Kairon, Seraphina, and Evander nodded. The statue had been the focal point of their investigation since they arrived.

“If it’s a bug world, their reality warping will favor their own kind,” Orion theorized. “The first changes in our world will manifest in the local insect populations. Mutations, aggression, hive behavior.”

Orion was bluffing about the certainty, but his understanding of the mechanics was sound. Unbeknownst to him, he was dead center on the target. The changes in the Titanion Realm were currently microscopic, too subtle for even a demigod’s senses, but they were there.

“So,” Seraphina tilted her head, playing the role of the confused damsel to mask her sharp intellect. “You’re saying the enemy isn’t showing up yet. They’re just changing the rules of the game. So we sit tight? We don’t panic?”

“Pretty much,” Orion agreed, masking his own frustration.

He could see the mechanics of the invasion, but he couldn’t stop them. Not yet. His Abyssal World was still in its infancy, floating in the Primordial Void, desperately refining his divine body. It was too fragile to manifest here. He was fighting with one hand tied behind his back.

“So we just… grind and prepare?” Kairon growled. “That’s it?”

He hated passivity. But silence filled the cavern. There was no other play.

“Listen,” Orion said, his voice dropping an octave. “Once the Titanion Realm fully adapts to their laws, the real war starts. It’s going to be absolute chaos. Between now and then, you have a choice to make: stay and fight, or cut your losses and run.”

A wicked thought crossed Orion’s mind.

He actually hoped Kairon and Evander would break. If they took their clans and fled the realm, it would leave a power vacuum. Orion could call in his brothers from the Champions Alliance. They could carve up this world like a Thanksgiving turkey.

The invading insectoids? Just more XP and loot for the boys.

And as for Seraphina… Orion glanced at her. She was already effectively his. Whatever assets she controlled in the Titanion Realm would make a lovely dowry.

The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch upward. It was a win-win situation, as long as he was the one keeping score.