Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1283 The Void Gambit

That was Eudan's game. Like many Chaos Demons who ventured out to seize territory, he was an Arch Lord from a powerful lineage, desperate to break through the final ceiling to Godhood.

He had targeted Orion's territory for two reasons: First, he believed Orion was weak. Second, Orion had made the mistake of offending House Julius. During the resistance against the Unhallowed, the Julius family had expended significant resources, and Orion's theft of the Gray Crystals hadn't gone unnoticed by the powers that be.

"So what if he's an Over-tier combatant?" Eudan sneered, stepping into the ash-choked wind. "If he's not a true Demigod, he doesn't have the reserves. Can he afford to burn through Divinity like we can?"

He chuckled darkly. "I'll force him into a few high-stakes skirmishes. Once he realizes the cost, he'll bleed out. He'll hand over the Foundry Citadel just to stop the hemorrhage."

The major families of the Abyss knew exactly how to handle independent Over-tier fighters. In Eudan's eyes, it was a simple war of attrition. Throw a Demigod at Orion, make him hurt, make him pay, and he would fold.

"The Abyss isn't a charity," Eudan whispered, eyes gleaming. "You don't get to hold prime real estate just because you found it. This world belongs to the Chaos Demons. It belongs to House Julius."

Valkorath Realm. Garland.

While Eudan plotted in the Abyss, Orion was facing a crisis that made political maneuvering look like child's play.

The will of the Flower Goddess had returned.

It manifested through a seven-colored lotus that bloomed violently into reality, tearing through the local atmosphere. This time, her presence wasn't a probe; it was a hammer drop. The pressure was majestic, suffocating, and undeniably mighty.

"I have waited for this moment," a voice echoed, vibrating in the very bones of the world. "Lowly wretch. You defiled a seed of the Divine. Now, you will pay with everything you are."

A figure coalesced from the light—hazy, ethereal, yet imposing. At a glance, she bore a striking resemblance to Violet, but where Violet was mortal, this phantom was something else entirely. She lacked humanity; she was a statue of perfection carved from cold arrogance.

Orion looked up, his face splitting into a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Oh, Great Goddess. Omnipotent one. Truly, it is my honor to host you again." His voice dripped with mock reverence. "I was starting to worry you were too scared to show up."

The first sentence sounded like a prayer. The second hit like a slap in the face. Even a God could hear the sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

"Ignorant mortal," the phantom hissed. "You understand nothing of true power."

The Flower Goddess phantom raised her hands—one pointing to the zenith, the other resting against her chest—and began to weave complex, arcane sigils.

Instantly, the air exploded with color. Countless spectral lotuses bloomed around her, swirling and locking together to form a massive, singular lotus construct. It encased both her and Orion, sealing them off from the rest of Garland.

"There is no escape," she declared, her voice resonating within the closed domain. "Not even that Titan God of yours can save you now."

She was confident. The [Lotus Seal] was her absolute domain; no outside Deity could breach it, and no mortal could leave it.

"Beautiful," Orion said, looking around the barrier. His tone shifted, becoming airy, almost detached. "Welcome to the endless nothingness. I imagine, with the power of a God, you might last... a second or two?"

Before the Goddess could process the shift in his tone, reality inverted.

The world inside the lotus—the air, the light, the ground—vanished.

Replaced by the Void.

Orion hadn't just been standing there; he had been setting the table. Before her phantom had fully descended, he had swallowed the anchor lotus into his Bloodline Core. He had projected a false reality to keep her comfortable, but the moment she materialized, he had plunged his internal Core into the Primordial Void, compressing it into a microscopic singularity.

To create a universe, you start with a single point.

To destroy one, you do the same.

The Flower Goddess phantom and her impenetrable [Lotus Seal] were no longer a prison for Orion. They were his heat shield.

"This... this isn't your body," the phantom stammered, her composure cracking. She looked out at the expanse of gray, churning nothingness. "This is the Primordial Void... You insane insect! What are you doing?!"

Her voice climbed from divine command to a shrill, hysterical scream.

The Primordial Void was the alpha and the omega. It was the raw material of creation and the ultimate graveyard of existence. Even a God, stripped of their main body and infinite reserves, would face total dissolution here. Divine power meant nothing against the force that ate reality.

This was Orion's gambit.

He couldn't kill a God's phantom in a straight fight. He couldn't digest her massive reserves of Divinity. So, he used her greed against her. He needed her to be his shield, to take the brunt of the Void's crushing pressure while he underwent his transformation.

"Space is my territory," Orion's voice echoed, disembodied. "Chaos is merely the soil."

The Flower Goddess didn't have time to curse him. She was too busy trying to survive.

She flared her Divinity, reinforcing the [Lotus Seal] as the Void began to gnaw at its edges. The singularity—the point where Orion's seed lay—was hidden behind her, safe in the eye of the storm.

Chaos is the origin. It represents destruction, yes, but also infinite potential. It all depends on whether you have the strength to weather the storm.

As a Deity, the Flower Goddess knew the Void intimately. Most Gods built their Divine Kingdoms within the stable pockets of the Void. But there, they had infrastructure. They had systems to filter the chaos. Here? She was a projection, stranded in the deep ocean without a submarine.

All she could do was burn her battery to keep the water out, hoping to find a signal home.

"Damn you!" she shrieked, her divine grace stripped away. "Filthy giant! Barbaric savage! How can a race so brainless produce something so treacherous?!"

It was a weak insult, born of desperation. She had spent eons being worshipped, surrounded by sycophants. She didn't know how to swear properly. She was furious, but mostly, she was terrified.

RUMBLE...

It wasn't a sound. Sound requires air. This was a vibration in the fabric of existence.

The Void was pressing in. It wasn't a wave; it was the weight of non-existence. The corrosion was absolute. Time and space dissolved here, losing all meaning.

"Am I going to fall for this again?"

Despair washed over the Flower Goddess phantom. She regretted everything—answering the summons, chasing this bottomless pit of a giant. She realized, with sudden clarity, exactly what Orion was planning. He was using her to incubate his own evolution.

And then, a spark of inspiration hit her.

If I cannot escape... I will invade.

She abruptly cut the power to the external barrier.

The massive Lotus Seal collapsed, shrinking rapidly. She pulled every ounce of her Divinity inward, compressing her phantom form. She shifted from a woman into a lotus, then into a tight bud, and finally, into a single, radiant white seed.

The white seed condensed further until it was nothing more than a speck of pure power.

With a final burst of will, she didn't try to flee. She launched herself straight at the center of Orion's singularity.

If he wanted to play a game of possession and endurance, she would oblige. It was her only survival strategy, and perhaps, her last chance to take him over from the inside.