The Rise of the Titan

"Hah, still changing positions to test me? Do you think I'm tricking you?" Muria slightly turned his eyes to look at the nearby position. "Be honest, come out quietly. You can't escape. Or do you want another one?"

As he spoke, Muria raised his left hand, holding the Spear of the Sun, making a throwing gesture. The spear, initially solid, transformed once again into a stream of golden thunder entwined with dragon flames.

"My position is exposed!" Lord, who was hiding in the spatial crevice after being pierced by the Spear of the Sun, quietly moved while healing his wounds. But no matter how he changed his position, Muria's gaze always followed him. His concealment seemed meaningless; Muria's eyes had already seen through everything.

"How did you discover me the first time?" Since hiding was pointless, Lord reappeared in front of Muria, staring at the Spear of the Sun in his hand, feeling a deadly threat from it.

"My intuition told me," Muria replied straightforwardly. This kind of unfathomable ability is something almost all living beings possess to some extent, though it varies in strength. For example, ordinary humans, due to long-term communal living and the protection of the strong, generally have less acute crisis senses than wild monsters.

"So you're saying you hit me with that spear purely based on feeling," said Lord, the legendary assassin, in disbelief, looking at the shattered light armor on his left arm, which had already healed.

"Is there a problem?" Muria responded calmly. After using the broken horn and Miles for target practice so many times, he had developed some sense.

"That's impossible." Lord's face turned a bit ugly. He couldn't accept that his position was exposed by what seemed like such a laughable ability. If it had been some secret technique or spell, he might have felt better.

"There's nothing impossible about it," Muria said flatly. In his Titan heritage, there were many eye techniques specifically for seeing through space. Even without such secret techniques, Titans, upon advancing to legendary status, would possess similar abilities, though slightly weaker. Titans are beings with virtually no weaknesses.

"Are you going to let me tie you up quietly, or do you want me to beat you up first and then tie you up?" Muria asked kindly. He was a benevolent gold dragon who did not enjoy killing.

Besides, a living legend was more useful than a dead one, whether as a source of live energy or as material. A legendary body could be considered a renewable resource.

"You want me to surrender?"

"I give your comprehension skills full marks."

"What do you take me for?"

"A legend. If you weren't a legend, I would have killed you already instead of talking so much nonsense." Muria maintained a slight smile, exuding the calm aura of a mastermind.

"Arrogant. Do you think you've got me so easily?" The legendary assassin Lord's face grew solemn, and his expression became resolute. A cornered assassin's combat ability typically diminished significantly.

Muria didn't speak, simply holding the Spear of the Sun, ready to throw it at any moment.

"I'm not your match. You can underestimate me, but I am a legendary assassin," Lord glanced down at his comrade being pinned by the ancient golden dragon. "You can't underestimate an assassin's ability to survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the assassin, wearing shattered light armor and half a black robe, turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, leaving behind a bleeding, severed arm.

This scene left Muria slightly stunned. "What's this? Surviving by severing his arm?"

Looking at the empty sky, Muria chuckled. "I already told you, I marked you. This mark can't be erased by cutting off your arm. My weapon isn't that weak. Why does everyone always ignore what I say?"

With a flash of lightning, Muria threw the spear. It shattered space as it transformed into a golden thunderbolt.

After the Spear of the Sun disappeared into the spatial rift, Muria thought for a moment and took out a chain that seemed to be made of a boundless, dazzling star river, throwing it into the closing spatial rift.

"I should have escaped that monster by now," the legendary assassin said, stumbling out of a spatial rift above an unnamed mountain, missing an arm. He had abandoned his family and everything else, but he believed that as long as he lived, the Charwa family would never perish. A legend was the foundation of a family's prosperity.

As he contemplated where to escape, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, piercing his chest and pinning him to the mountain peak.

Coughing up blood mixed with pieces of his organs, Lord gasped, "What kind of weapon is this? I've already fled so far, yet it still hit me."

The sound of metal scraping followed. A chain of starlight flew out, binding Lord before he could pull out the spear.

"Why waste the effort?" Muria said with a smile, looking at the bound assassin. "I still caught you. No matter what you do, the result is the same."

Lord lowered his head silently.

"Ha, I've dealt with you. Now, Sir Bast should be almost done," Muria said, looking at the ancient golden dragon clutching the heavily armored human, the head of the Charwa family, one of the two rebellious legendary dukes.

"The rebellion has been completely suppressed. The two legendary dukes have been dealt with, and their families erased. Do you still intend to implement the Enfeoffment Order?" Muria asked the young queen, whose demeanor had slightly changed after ascending the throne.

"Yes, I will continue with the Enfeoffment Order. My kingdom does not need idle nobles. If they want higher titles and more land, they must earn them through military merits."

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