Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

"How dare you interrupt my pleasure? Begone!"

Orion roared, his Titan bloodline surging with power. Without hesitation, he channeled this immense energy into the contract sigil on Violet's forehead.

The divine radiance that had invaded the tent was obliterated in an instant under the sheer force of Orion's power.

Just as Orion let out a sigh of relief, a multicolored flower emerged from Violet's forehead and floated toward him. Before he could react, it imprinted itself onto his chest.

"Creature who defiled my seed, bear my curse!"

"When the last flower withers, so shall your life end!"

Orion looked down at his chest, where a tattoo had appeared—a bouquet of flowers, with a hundred blooms. The topmost flower had already wilted.

Orion narrowed his eyes, trying to suppress his emotions. He knew immediately that he had been cursed—cursed by an unknown deity.

"Master, I'm so sorry! I didn't know this would happen!"

Saintess Violet, still trembling from the unexpected event, was overwhelmed with guilt. The intense pleasure she had been feeling moments ago had vanished, replaced by shock and fear. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the curse marking Orion's chest.

Orion didn't respond. Instead, he pulled Violet closer, holding her tightly. He needed to vent his frustration, and he chose to do so through the act they had been interrupted in.

By dawn, Orion lay on the animal hides, holding an utterly exhausted Violet in his arms.

"Do you know what this curse is?" he asked casually, his gaze drifting to Violet's swollen, leaking pussy, where his thick cum was still oozing out. His tone was calm, almost indifferent, as if the curse didn't concern him much.

To Orion, a curse was just another obstacle. In this world, there were always ways to break curses. He believed that as long as he grew strong enough and had the right resources, he could overcome it.

"It's the Curse of a Hundred Blossoms," Violet explained, her voice trembling. "A hundred flowers bloom, one wilts each year."

"Master, I'm so sorry. Because of me, you'll only live for a hundred years now!"

The Curse of a Hundred Blossoms. When all the flowers wilted, Orion's life would come to an end.

"A hundred years, huh?" Orion mused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Not bad."

Hearing Violet's explanation, Orion felt a bit more at ease.

Sure, he had taken a loss this time. For the sake of a beautiful woman, he had been cursed by a deity.

But as he looked at Violet's breathtakingly beautiful face and her gentle, adoring gaze, he felt it wasn't such a bad trade after all.

What Orion didn't know, however, was that the deity's curse was far more insidious than he imagined.

When the curse fully activated in a hundred years, Orion's death would not be the end. Everything he owned—his soul, his body, and even the horde he had built—would belong to the deity.

It wouldn't just be death. It would be complete and utter domination.

"Remember, this is a secret. If you tell anyone, you'll die."

Orion lifted Violet's chin, locking eyes with her as he spoke in a cold, commanding tone.

"Master, I understand," Violet replied, her voice soft but resolute.

Orion set her down and stood, dressing himself.

"Stay here and wait for me."

With that, Orion left the tent.

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Orion first patrolled Thunderhawk City, ensuring there were no suspicious activities. Once satisfied, he headed to the temporary command center.

The matter of the divine curse was something Orion intended to keep to himself. He had no plans to share it with anyone. If word got out, it would undoubtedly cause unrest within the Stoneheart Horde.

Inside the empty command center, Orion took out the survivor's chest dropped by Reynard and opened it.

[Voice of Thunderhawk]

- Skill Type:Language

- Quality: Hero (Rare)

- Learning Requirement: Intermediate Beast Taming Proficiency

- Skill Description: "Hear it—the cry of the hawk, the soaring of the eagle, the flash of lightning." Learning this skill grants the ability to communicate with Thunderhawks.

The contents of the chest were within Orion's expectations.

After opening so many chests, Orion had discerned a pattern: the items inside were often related to the creature that dropped them. Whether it was a skill or a weapon, it always had some connection.

Coincidentally, just as Orion finished learning [Voice of Thunderhawk], a piercing hawk cry echoed across the skies of Thunderhawk City.

Moments later, Elan, the chieftain of the Skytalon Tribe, rushed into the command center.

"Master, the Thunderhawks that went out to hunt have returned. Would you like to try forming a contract with one?"

"Take me there," Orion said bluntly, wasting no time.

At the highest point of Thunderhawk City, Orion finally saw the Thunderhawk he had once scared off.

The massive bird tilted its head, curiously observing Orion. It could sense a familiar aura emanating from him.

"We meet again," Orion said, his voice carrying a subtle vibration. Though he spoke in the common tongue of this world, it now carried a unique resonance.

The Thunderhawk understood him. Its large eyes sparkled with recognition.

Elan, standing nearby, looked as though he had seen a ghost.

"My gods, what am I witnessing?"

"A giant... speaking with a thunderhawk?"

Orion ignored Elan, his attention fully on the majestic bird before him.

The Thunderhawk let out a series of chirps and cries that Elan couldn't comprehend. But to Orion, it was perfectly clear.

"I have something you might like—a little gift to mark our reunion," Orion said, pulling out a bottle of Pet Pills from his Bagbird pouch. He poured a few out and tossed them toward the Thunderhawk.

"These might help you evolve, if you're lucky."

Orion didn't mind sweet-talking the bird. Of course, he knew the chances of the Pet Pills triggering an evolution were practically zero.

The Thunderhawk hesitated for a moment before catching the pills in its beak. It carefully examined them for a long time before finally swallowing them.

"I remember you. You're strong... and dangerous," the Thunderhawk said, its voice resonating in Orion's mind.

Orion's eyes lit up. The Thunderhawk had finally responded. Judging by its tone, it was a male.

"Well, I think you're not strong enough," Orion replied with a smirk. "Forming a contract with you might just hold me back."

The Thunderhawk tilted its head, its large eyes gleaming with a look that seemed to say, *Are you kidding me?*

Orion chuckled and summoned his Abyssal Dragon. The dragon's oppressive aura of chaos and destruction filled the air, instantly intimidating the Thunderhawk. Its wings flapped nervously as it backed away, eventually taking to the skies in fear.

Orion didn't say a word. He simply pulled out another bottle of Pet Pills and fed them to the Abyssal Dragon, calming it down before dismissing it.

Looking up at the circling Thunderhawk, Orion called out, "Come down. My companion is gone now."

The Thunderhawk hesitated for a long time—nearly half an hour—before cautiously descending.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Even then, it kept its distance, its wariness evident.

"See? I wasn't lying. But I still think forming a contract with you might be a bit of a burden for me," Orion teased.

This time, the Thunderhawk didn't argue. Its gaze toward Orion was filled with a mix of respect and caution.

"But if you form a contract with me, I'll make you stronger," Orion continued. "As strong as my other companions."