Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1395 Foundations of an Empire

"She sees you in a highly important light, Orion. You have her respect. She'll gladly follow your lead."

Alexander drew closer, his tone turning into a rough whisper. "Assist me in honing her skills. Make sure she doesn't lag too far."

In all honesty, Alexander felt deep worry over Isabella's lack of progress. He had seen Kraken and Makareth rise to Arch Lord status, pulling ahead of her. Now, Tangere's entry—with his formidable strength—added even more strain. Should Isabella get left behind once more, the mental impact might shatter her.

The gap between lofty goals and harsh truth frequently pushed individuals to desperate measures. Alexander's thoughts wandered to grim recollections: Witch and Clown. They hadn't turned against the group from spite, but from a frantic, warped urge to climb higher. He refused to let Isabella tread that dangerous road.

Orion skipped any grand words. He just gave a nod, taking on the task.

"No need to coddle her excessively," Alexander tacked on, his face growing stern. "I've armed her with relics that ought to preserve her life. Yet if she perishes in combat... that's simply her destiny. Falling in battle brings no shame to the Champions Alliance."

Tension thickened the air in the chamber. Alexander's gloomy outlook hung like a storm cloud.

"Jesus, Alexander," Leonidas broke in, reclining in his seat with an easy smirk. "Chill out. You're talking like our buddy doesn't have a clue what he's up to."

Orion responded with a small lift of his shoulders and a subtle grin. Boasting wasn't his style. During the conflicts he fought, his authority decided fates.

"Now that we've covered the team's condition," the Deputy Commander interrupted, filling the quiet moment. He glanced around, making sure all eyes were on him. "I've got some points to make."

Once Alexander's private concerns wrapped up, the Deputy Commander steered toward practical matters.

"In the days when reaching Demigod status eluded us all, our reach stayed limited. The Champions Alliance could remain unchanged. We functioned as a casual group of warriors," he started, moving at a measured pace. "However, the landscape has shifted. Demigods we are. Our cravings for land, supplies, and devotion stretch without bounds."

He halted briefly, allowing the gravity of their evolved status to sink in.

"Each of you has spearheaded assaults on other realms. You understand that true supremacy for any group demands more than mere cohesion. Solid might and a firm base are essential. Luckily, we command those assets."

Edward's eyes roamed across the assembled powerhouses.

"With this council intact, the Champions Alliance's strength will surge onward. I've conferred with the Commander, and our view aligns: outdated methods no longer serve. We're surpassing our former constraints."

"Soon enough, additional members will earn recruitment privileges. Fresh recruits will swell our numbers," he pressed on. "Thus, we're introducing layered ranks and forming a core resource unit."

The idea came as no shock; it felt predestined. Silence held as they anticipated the specifics.

"Above everyone towers the Commander. He forged the Champions Alliance; he supplied the Valkorath Realm. Our pinnacle he is," the Deputy Commander declared with unyielding certainty. "He forms the foundation of our assurance and the guide directing our progress."

Dispute found no place here. Commander Thresh had evolved beyond simple command; he served as their soul's mainstay. Even Orion, mighty as he stood, couldn't gauge the upper bounds of the Commander's abilities. He believed Thresh neared the ultimate edge of the Demigod's Sixth Circle. Tomorrow might bring news of their Commander's rise to full divinity.

Nods rippled through the group in quiet accord.

"Under the Commander, three levels emerge," the Deputy Commander detailed. "The Council of Demigods, serving as Speakers. The Executive Council, made up of Arch Lords. And the Assembly, filled with Legendary rank fighters."

With a wave, he enumerated them. "Speakers receive the Eternal Badge, marking lifelong ties to the Champions Alliance. Executive Councilors get the Platinum Badge, granting Platinum Authority. Assembly folks carry the Azure Badge, offering Azure Privilege."

Clarity defined the setup. It drew vital lines between Demigods, Arch Lords, and domain rulers. Certain Demigod-level talks carried such intensity or intricacy that lower tiers couldn't handle exposure.

"In tandem, we build the Public Resource Division—dubbed the Platinum Directorate," the Deputy Commander continued, delving into operations. "Four sections will form it: Combat, Asset Management, Logistics Exchange, and Diplomatic Relations."

"The Platinum Directorate embodies the Champions Alliance's shared might. Henceforth, tapping into it demands payment. Trades or shares of gains cover the cost. Seek Directorate support, and you repay with a cut of your earnings."

Practicality drove the change. It averted exhaustion and grudges. Endless draws on the Alliance's power without returns would drain and divide the group.

"Regarding the Azure Badge," he went on, "it unlocks the Azure Privilege. View it as perks for incoming talent. It provides ways to trade basic materials for equipment, or points for enhancements. Plus, Azure Badge holders can request tasks from the Platinum Directorate suited to their level."

Essentially, newcomers handled routine jobs the veterans shunned, pulling their weight while advancing.

Silence fell from the Deputy Commander, the outline lingering. Rough as it was, rollout would expose flaws, yet it proved vital. To rival foes without vanishing into them, the Champions Alliance required a framework aiding both group and personal gains.

"What funds the Platinum Directorate's start?" Leonidas queried. The direct, crucial query hit home.

"From our pockets. The originals," the Deputy Commander answered fluidly. "We supply the startup funds and staff. In exchange, the Platinum Directorate pays us returns tied to our input shares."

"As long as the Directorate thrives and profits, payouts occur at set intervals."

An venture it formed. They became investors in a vast, combative outfit. Distinct from typical businesses, they skipped the routine toil—merely claiming the earnings.

"Does this force our Demigod teamwork through the Directorate?" Arthas questioned, his brow creasing. Paper trails for ally collaborations would spell disaster.

"No." The Deputy Commander denied with a head shake. "The Platinum Directorate targets those under Demigod level mainly. It lets them harness the group's force for development without pestering us constantly."

The framework aided outward conquests and inner advancement for the masses.

"For Demigods like us, the Directorate's help amounts to little. It's minor stuff," he admitted openly. "Moreover, if our bonds relied only on gains, the Champions Alliance would've crumbled ages back."

"Personal teamwork can still skip the system altogether," the Deputy Commander reassured Arthas. "That said, the Platinum Directorate stands ready as a mediator or backer for agreements needing impartial oversight."

Arthas dipped his head, content. No more qualms stirred him.