Star Forge Titan

Why does this world seem familiar?

Why would I be the one to become a Titan?

Why can the soul of King Uranus be reawakened in this era?

These questions need to be answered personally by the ancient god of wisdom, or in other words, by the Last Princess, the Eye of Prophecy - Ishtarli, who determined many causes and effects thousands of years ago and made them come true one by one.

For a moment, the two could only hear each other's breathing.

Then, the serious topic suddenly changed, and Ivan said in a joking tone:

"From another perspective, we can't leave dirty cesspools around the children's room, let alone four big ones." Describing the deep hell as cesspools is, in a sense, an insult to cesspools.

Afrediya didn't immediately object to the young man's ambition, nor did she react like a heroine in a play, saying, "My dear, go ahead and do great things! I absolutely support you!" In silence, the girl simply lowered her head and held the young man's hand for a long, silent moment.

But, she seems to be cracking harder and harder (yes, that’s right)!?!

"..."

Is this the power of the ancient dragon? I actually felt phantom pain in my hand.

Cold sweat. Ivan, who doesn't need to sweat physiologically, actually found sweat sliding down his forehead at this moment.

"It's so dirty." Afrediya finally grumbled through her teeth.

Looking at the little female dragon who turned her head towards him to hide her expression, Alvin slowly smiled.

"I used to be terrible at communicating with people, and I was too lazy to do it. As a result, even though I was capable of doing my best, I always ended up messing things up."

"But no matter what, I think if I can do my best, why should I appear to be a wretch? So I did a lot of stupid things, and it's normal to be disliked by others."

"In the end, it's presumptuous to think that it's you who's rejected the world, rather than the world rejecting a clumsy loser."

"How stupid." After cursing with a smile, Alvin continued.

"After arriving in Palladia, I initially felt 100%, maybe even 90%, unfamiliar. Well, in a sense, it was also quite familiar. But in the end, I finally had a place to return to, a place where I could feel at peace."

He rambled on and on about a bunch of random things, and Alvin himself wasn't quite sure what he wanted to say.

But when he held up Frey's face and looked into her eyes, he spoke out the most genuine and sincere thoughts from the bottom of his heart very naturally.

"So, this time I want to win, completely win, try to do the best that others can't do, and then..."

Ivan hugged Afrediya with his arms, which were no longer strong but extremely firm.

“Embrace new life.”

Chapter 245: Arrogant at First and Respectful Later

"No, no, no, the ancient tower ruins have belonged to this city for a long time. This is beyond doubt."

A beautiful day begins with a quarrel. Regarding the ownership of the ancient tower ruins, several forces in the conference room have been arguing fiercely since this morning.

The person who had so far righteously refused was from the City of a Thousand Towers. He was wearing a traditional wizard robe, his hair was meticulously combed, and he had used so much hair oil that a fly would have fallen off it.

Furthermore, his ears were slightly pointed, clearly indicating a certain degree of elven blood, perhaps within three generations. Considering the special relationship between the Genoese Confederation and the Elf Island, this was sufficient to demonstrate both his status and origins to be quite extraordinary.

"Of course, the City of a Thousand Towers is very grateful for the help of Her Majesty Afrediya, otherwise we would not have known that the ancient tower ruins have unexpected functions. For this, our city is willing to pay a hefty price as a thank you, but the relevant handling authority of the ruins cannot be easily shared with the outside world. This is also a view shared by all the parties in the Genoa City-State Union." The speaker spoke in a firm tone, as if he had completely forgotten that there was an entire royal guard watching outside.

From the spokesperson's words, it's clear that the Genoa City-State Union, one of the continent's most successful commercial organizations, quickly recognized the immense value of teleportation. Even without knowing about the alien planet Damia, the mere fact of low-cost, long-distance teleportation magic far surpassed existing magical research capabilities, surpassing even the unfinished technology within the laboratory.

Therefore, the entire Genoese Confederation attached great importance to the ancient tower ruins. They obviously would not allow other forces to participate in the excavation work until they confirmed whether the technology within the ruins could be reproduced using modern magic.

As for the Guards brought by Ostolfo, they were a force that could not be ignored for a single city-state. However, they were only a diplomatic-sized guard corps, and their numbers were still too few to be truly considered on a national battlefield.

Furthermore, Palladia is a world of extraordinary powers. In addition to conventional military forces, there are also super-individuals with enough power to overwhelm large groups.

Although the archmages of the City of a Thousand Towers had previously performed somewhat disgracefully, their strength remained unquestionable. When they cast spells en masse, their destructive power surpassed even that of a typical fourth-tier spellcaster. Combined with the armies dispatched by other city-states, combined with Genoa's unique, easily defendable and difficult-to-attack geographical location, their power was undeniable.

In the short term, even a relatively loose alliance of city-states would have the confidence to say no to a major power. Furthermore, they would have the hidden support of the elves.

However, they obviously did not take into account the existence of super-common sense forces.

"I'm sorry, perhaps my expression just now was not comprehensive enough." Ostolfo looked at everyone present with a smile.

He wasn't wearing women's clothing today, but rather a formal aristocratic dress. Of course, the amount and weight of lace trimmings on the cuffs and collar of this beautiful young man were more than three times that of an ordinary aristocrat, and he even wore white silk stockings with suspenders on his legs.

"This is not a negotiation." Ostolfo kept smiling, but his words were full of undisguised strength.

“It’s a notice.”

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent, and then exploded as if a frying pan had been dropped into cold water.

"This is hegemonism, and we protest against this behavior. The ancient tower ruins belong to the Rena Confederation. You have no right to make decisions on your own, and besides..." The aggressive spokesperson of the Thousand Towers City showed some confusion in his eyes.

"Such a large tower, are you planning to move back to Elrond?"

"Is it not possible?" Ostolfo asked a question that stumped everyone else.

Is this a question of whether it's feasible? Setting aside the Genoese Confederacy's unwillingness to relinquish the benefits of long-distance teleportation magic, the sheer size and mass of the ruins alone make moving them entirely unrealistic.

"Regardless of who built the ancient tower ruins, I remember that the Genoese Confederacy didn't have a long history. Do you think you can claim that everything on this land belongs to you? That's a bit overbearing."

Ostolfo continued to use sarcastic words in a teasing tone, and even naturally paraphrased the other party's previous words, causing some of the less cultured participants to blush and almost stand up to refute loudly.

However, the half-elf wizard who was a representative at the meeting suppressed the impulses of these people with just a raise of his hand. This shows the special status of the other party and also shows who has the initiative in the talks on the Genoa Confederation side.

"Can I understand that the Kingdom of Elrond is preparing to unilaterally infringe upon the legitimate rights and interests of the Genoa Confederation?" The half-elf wizard narrowed his eyes and slowed down his speech, but his tone continued to grow heavier.

"Lord Byron." Ostolfo called out the other party's name and title very formally, with a charming smile on his face, but a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Legitimate rights and interests do not include seizing other people's property."

"Oh?" The half-elf wizard known as Lord Byron pretended to be surprised.

"Could it be that there are still legitimate successors to the ancient empire? Or has your royal family really accepted a Titan as the rumors say? Then I must congratulate the current Demon King for finding such an excellent husband from the legend. In this way, the royal family of Elrond will have a strong claim to the entire Palladia, which is truly cause for celebration." Lord Byron had a smile on his face, but his words contained a hint of sarcasm.

It would be fine if this guy said anything else, but it is extremely bold of him to make sarcastic remarks about the Demon King in front of a sister-con like Ostolfo.

"Enough of these boring verbal tests." Ostolfo immediately put away his expression, stood up, waved his lace-decorated dress, and glanced coldly at everyone present.

"I say again, this is not a discussion, but a notification." Suddenly, a sincere smile with great impact appeared on the face of the handsome boy, and the people present felt as if flowers were blooming in front of their eyes.

"Calculating the time, it's almost time."

Before he finished speaking, everyone in the conference room felt the ground begin to tremble slightly.

"Look out the window!" someone screamed in disbelief.

Then, everyone turned their eyes to the French window.

Through the high-purity glass that had been wiped clean until it looked as if it didn't exist, they saw the ruins of the ancient tower slowly rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What is even more difficult to ignore than this scene is indeed a huge phantom floating casually above the ruins.

The shadowy figure was dressed in gorgeous armor and glowed with pure golden light, as if the legendary Titan had come to the world again. At this moment, he raised his palm to grasp the remains of the ancient tower, and lifted it into the air as easily as picking up a stone.

The huge ruins were pulled out of the foundation with only a slight tremor, and then fell into the palm of a huge phantom and disappeared in full view of everyone.

After a long moment, Lord Byron, with impeccable elegance, slid down to his knees and fell to the feet of Ostolfo who was about to leave.

His movements were smooth and his manners were dignified, fully demonstrating the natural elegance bestowed upon him by his one-quarter elven blood.

"Your Highness." The half-elf wizard grabbed the hem of the beautiful boy's dress with a sincere smile.

"Please forgive my stupid, vulgar and ignorant words that I just used."

After a pause, Lord Byron added in a loud voice an apology quite characteristic of the Genoese Confederacy.

"I'm willing to pay compensation." Well, this can be roughly understood as 'I'm willing to pay money, a lot of money'.

"Are you kidding me at this moment?" Ostolfo said and laughed to himself.

But the other people in the room really couldn't laugh at the moment~.

Chapter 246 Problem Solving Ideas

Political intrigues have nothing to do with Ivan.

After all, the Star-Forging Titans only need to save the world, while the aristocratic politicians have a lot of meetings to attend and a lot of kneeling to do.

At this moment, Ivan was busy collecting the ancient tower ruins to ensure a stable connection to the "Dual Star Road." Next, he had to prepare the various items needed for the expedition to the four deep hells.

Frey would assist with preliminary tasks like accessing data, and the Temple of Knowledge would also dispatch its highest-ranking paladins to assist. As for the diplomatic work of forming an alliance with other nations in Palladia, Ostolfo was entrusted with full responsibility. As the Prince Regent, he had to perform the duties of the current Demon Lord, a task that was both arduous and stressful for a teenager.

However, Ostolfo is clearly good at dealing with people.

"I'm back." Ostolfo stretched out his hands and pushed open the wooden door, then threw himself on the sofa without caring about his image.

"A bunch of old foxes, really a headache." The voice of the former little prince, who was face down, sounded very dull, which further revealed how depressed the speaker was at the moment, like a turtle in summer.

Hearing this deliberate noise, Ivan and Afrediya, who were planning a multi-day trip to hell at the desk, couldn't help but look up.

A brother-in-law could have just smiled, but a sister had much more to do. Fleury grabbed Ostolfo's ankle with a deft, quick, precise, and ruthless movement. As the one caught, Ostolfo described the situation as completely unexpected. He barely had time to raise his head, barely enough to show a look of surprise, before he was dragged backwards and then lifted up and violently shaken.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The rhythmic tremolo was blocked by the door and could only wander and echo in the house like a whirlwind.

"Wow, it's gone, it's really, really gone!" Ostolfo sobbed, covering his torn collar.

There were all kinds of items scattered around him, ranging from candies and snacks to the "good stuff" he had just extorted. The place was in a messy state, like a grocery store, which was very much a dragon's way of making money.

"Information." Afrediya grabbed the snack and stuffed it into her mouth skillfully. She rubbed her brother's head as a reward and continued to torture him.

"Nothing new. Oh, a half-elf mentioned some uncertain news involving immortal relics. It sounds fake." Ostolfo stopped crying immediately and shrugged casually to show that he didn't believe the new news at all.

"How could a small place like Genoa possibly hold an immortal artifact? Furthermore, the elves have been searching for this information for hundreds of years and still haven't found it. This whole thing seems like a complete joke. I don't think the guy himself believes it, and is just spouting it out to make up the numbers because he can't find any information."

"Oh? Are they looking for an immortal holy sword?" Alvin suddenly spoke, recalling part of the plot in the virtual Palladio.

At the time, the new version had just been released, and everyone was focused on the main storyline. Most of the side stories weren't played by many people, and at most, they were just the beginning. However, there was information about the "Genoa Sword." The description was vague, but it also involved the elven faction - the Timeless Isle, and it was said to involve both the elves and the dwarves.

"Yeah." Ostolfo nodded, then looked a little surprised.

"Has my brother-in-law heard of it?"

"To be precise, I have one fragment in my hand, and I know the exact location of another fragment. There is probably another fragment that I don't know where it is hidden?" Ivan said the news lightly, which made Ostolfo's eyes almost pop out.

The Demonic Sword of Fire - Levatin.

Although it is called the Demon Sword, it is actually the immortal holy sword that the ancient wise gods have been searching for for thousands of years.

Legend has it that due to a brutal battle between the gods of good and evil, this holy sword was forced to break into three.

To this day, the Temple of Knowledge under the Ancient God of Wisdom holds one third of the fragments. The other third of the hilt and part of the broken blade were originally hidden inside another magical sword - Burning Justice. They were later accidentally discovered by Alvin and successfully taken out from it. Only the last third of the blade is missing.

Any immortal holy object possesses unimaginable power. The basic materials used to forge such a strange object alone must be at the level of white dwarf fragments.

More importantly, legend has it that the Burning Demon Sword, Revatin, is not merely an immortal holy sword, but is also connected to the ethereal and mysterious Arcana-level artifacts of myth. These Arcana-level artifacts are even rarer than immortal artifacts. As the name suggests, they are the ultimate treasures of the entire world, indeed the entire universe, a celestial gem born from miracles yet transcending miracles themselves.

Therefore, even though this is a completely unreliable rumor after being passed on eighteen times, as long as it involves the creation of a precious treasure, it will make people imagine.

"Oh, are we going to conduct an investigation like in the legendary stories, and then go through a series of adventures, enter the underground maze, defeat all kinds of powerful enemies, break through layers of obstacles, unlock one mechanism after another, and finally obtain the legendary Immortal Holy Sword with great difficulty?" Afrediya suddenly became excited.

"..." The expression on Ivan's face became very strange, and the same was true for Ostolfo who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet beside him.

Is it possible that we can break through the layers of "obstacles" without much trouble or effort, but the decryption part is more time-consuming and laborious?

Although they both thought so, the two men looked at each other and tacitly chose not to disturb the interest of the female dragon next to them.

"I'll go find that half-elf and interrogate him again." Ostolfo immediately jumped up and actively chose the 'task'.

"I'll go to the library to look up some information." Alvin was also quite smart and found something that seemed necessary.

"Hey? Then what should I do?" Frey was stunned.

"Sister, how about you handle the work that the Demon King should do?" Ostolfo suggested cautiously.

"It looks like such trouble." Frey curled her lips, but sat down at the desk honestly, took a document that was delivered via communication magic and began to read it.

Seeing this, the two of them tiptoed out of the study and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they closed the door.

Ivan frowned and looked at Ostolfo, his expression a little bit like he had a toothache.

"You should know Frey's character, right?"

"Wow, why are you staring at me? There's no use staring at me. My sister has asked, so why don't you tell me?" Ostolfo stammered and tried to argue.

"Forget it, this shouldn't be too troublesome. You go and pretend to gather information, and I'll go to the library and pretend to kill time. When Frey finds that there are really no clues, go find the elf and ask directly." Alvin immediately decided on a solution.

"Huh? Is it really okay to be so direct?" Upon hearing this idea, Ostolfo was stunned. A silly expression appeared on his pretty face, which was quite cute.

In response, Alvin simply patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder, a rather playful smile on his face.

"After what happened this morning, I believe the elves will be very sensible. After all, they are among the most talented people in Palladia."