Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1437 Foundation of Civilization

The Divine Kingdom, Stoneheart Temple.

As Rolan stayed immersed in profound meditation, striving to form his Lord's Stone, an abrupt burst of energy disrupted the temple's serenity. Another individual had just surpassed their boundaries and entered the Legendary realm.

WAAAGH!

It was Rendall.

At that instant, the Grand Elder's change became complete. He had thoroughly transformed into a Stoneheart Titan. A pair of new, powerful arms burst forth from his back ridge, bestowing upon him a four-armed physique—the signature of his fresh battle form.

This marked his zenith. In contrast to the youth such as Rolan, Rendall's breakthrough yielded lesser gains. His lineage was aged, his life force waning even prior to stepping into the temple. He no longer stood at his strongest. Nevertheless, becoming a Stoneheart Titan had unlocked his latent abilities anew, with years of gathered knowledge and strength, stalled at the Alpha rank's limit, exploding simultaneously to thrust him solidly into the Legendary realm.

The Lord's Stone he connected with carried a thunder attribute. Bolts of fierce lightning flickered over his enormous, rock-hard hide, infusing him with a rush of might beyond his wildest fantasies.

"Hahahaha... So this is the Legendary realm?"

Rendall gripped his four fists tightly, sensing the atmosphere snap with energy. "It's stronger than I ever imagined!"

He failed to notice that his fighting power greatly surpassed a typical beginner Legend. The Stoneheart Titan shape served as a mighty enhancer.

Bzzt!

Rendall disappeared, dashing at the velocity of a thunderstrike. He streaked across the temple, echoing the skill Orion showed during his initial rise—wherever he moved, thunder trailed behind.

Far up in the heavens, Orion observed the spectacle. With a simple wave of his hand, reality twisted. In an instant, Rendall was yanked from the temple ground and placed right next to his sovereign.

Rendall showed no alarm. He felt no shock or anxiety. He recognized his location immediately—this was Orion's Divine Kingdom. In this place, Orion's command shaped the laws of nature. "Orion!"

A wave of delight and deep appreciation swept across the Grand Elder's features. Amid his thrill, the familiar name escaped, a trace of their shared past. Yet he soon regained composure, bending in a deep bow.

"Your Majesty!"

The adjustment stemmed not from dread, but from a profound, genuine respect for Orion's gifts to the Horde.

"Grand Elder(Arch Elder)," Orion replied, his tone affectionate. "I detect the aroma of renewal about you. You appear as robust as during your heyday. The edge gleams once more."

Rendall chuckled robustly. The lineage shift had cleansed the wear from his flesh and spirit. He resembled an ancient tree abruptly budding vibrant new shoots.

"Orion, I've got another few centuries of fight left in me," Rendall declared, swelling his chest, his voice brimming with youthful bravado.

Orion shook his head, his smile gentle yet resolute.

"Grand Elder, this is the era of the young" Orion stated. "We old dogs need to step aside and let them hunt. If we stay on the front lines forever, pups like Rolan and Steelblade will never find their footing. We'd just be blocking their sun."

Orion pointed below. There, Rolan continued battling his breakthrough atop a summit, as Steelblade trudged through a crimson ocean, bearing a fearsome extra head and four limbs of his own.

In terms of ability or promise, the rising generation possessed greater heights.

"Then I..." Rendall began, uncertain of his role.

"The Stoneheart Horde is rising too fast," Orion interrupted, his voice turning authoritative. "Our territories are scattered across different dimensions. We are united now, yes. But the distance between worlds creates cracks. Customs diverge. Habits change. A giant born in the Emerald Dream Realm will not think the same as one born in the Titanion Realm."

Orion gazed at his toiling followers, his face serene yet fervent. "Conflict is inevitable. It isn't obvious yet, but give it time."

"For my own ascension, and for the sake of the Giant Tribe, I will continue to drive the Stoneheart Horde to invade other planes," Orion went on. "I need the faith to advance. The people need the resources to rise. We will need countless territories in the future."

This formed the core drive of their community. Conquest equaled endurance.

"But more territory means more people, and more people means more complexity," Orion noted, shifting his eyes to Rendall. "We cannot expect every new generation to simply inherit our traditions by osmosis."

"Grand Elder, we need to standardize. We need a unified written language, consistent laws, universal weights and measures, and a shared moral code. We need to secure our internal culture so that when our armies are out conquering new worlds, our home front remains unbreakable."

It was the unavoidable strain of any emerging power. Without fortifying their base, the edifice would one day crumble beneath its

own weight.

Rendall, familiar with the variety of distant realms, grasped it at once. Placing an Emerald Dream giant youth alongside a Titanion-raised one would ignite clashes from their variances. Even in the Titanion Realm, northern and southern regions displayed early cultural shifts. "Orion... Your Majesty, what can I do for the Horde?" Rendall inquired. He

understood the gravity of the problem.

"Grand Elder, we have always lacked a true institution," Orion stated. "We need a

school,"

Orion had long desired to create an education branch. However,

amid endless battles and his urgent quest for cultivation materials, he had lacked the opportunity. Now, as a Demigod overseeing a settled Horde, he possessed the capacity to rule effectively.

"Like the war academies in the human kingdoms?" Rendall questioned.

"Yes, and no." Orion shook his head. "The human academies are too limited—

they cater only to nobles and knights. I am building a Ministry of Education for

the entire Stoneheart Horde."

Orion started outlining the plan that had brewed in his thoughts.

"The Ministry will oversee three distinct levels: A University for adults, a Secondary School for adolescents, and Primary School for the young whose minds are still malleable."

He spoke steadily, yet the breadth of his vision stunned.

"Each campus will be divided into four distinct faculties: The War College, naturally, for combat and tactics. The College of Magic, for elemental studies. The College of Humanities, to teach our history, language, and faith, and the College of Industry—alchemy, herbalism, architecture, and smithing." As Orion elaborated on the framework, Rendall started to quiver.

Wisdom often came with age, and the Grand Elder realized exactly what this

meant. This wasn't just about making them smarter or stronger. This was the leap from a tribe to a civilization. These were the foundation stones that would ensure the Horde's legacy lasted for ten thousand years.

"Orion..." Rendall bowed deeply, unable to meet his leader's eyes. "No... Your

Majesty. I will dedicate my life to this. I will ensure the Stoneheart Horde

endures forever."

In that moment, Orion was no longer just a powerful leader in Rendall's eyes.

He was an eternal constant, a figure as monumental as the Titan gods

themselves.

Such greatness was blinding to behold.