The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1112 - 170 - To The Kingdom Of Giants (3)

Tilde recoiled, her eyes wide as she stared at Meria, genuine shock written all over her face."You beast...! What if you actually hit me?!" she yelled, her voice sharp and panicked. It wasn’t an exaggeration either—if that attack had landed, her life would have ended right there. There wouldn’t have been a second chance, no dramatic recovery, just instant death. Thankfully, Tilde’s reflexes kicked in before Meria’s blow could connect, her body already moving away on pure instinct.

The atmosphere between them was thick and suffocating. It honestly felt like the next step would be bloodshed. Not shouting, not insults—actual killing intent. Seeing that, I stepped in immediately, placing myself between them before either could do something they couldn’t take back.

"Relax, girls," I said, my voice firm but controlled. "Both of you matter to me. You’re both precious." I paused, making sure they were actually listening. "I don’t rank you or separate you like that. I don’t care about just physical traits. What matters to me is who you are. Your character. Your heart. No matter how you look, it doesn’t change anything. You’re all charming in my eyes."

That wasn’t something I said just to calm them down. It was the truth, plain and simple. At that moment, I needed them to understand that clearly, without misunderstandings or half-baked interpretations.

Meria’s tense posture slowly loosened. The anger that had been ready to explode from her seemed to settle, her breathing evening out. Tilde, on the other hand, crossed her arms and pouted, clearly dissatisfied. Her lips puffed out slightly, and she looked away as if she’d just lost a round she fully expected to win. Her teasing had clearly backfired, and she wasn’t happy about it.

I still couldn’t fully grasp why she had such a deep issue with ogres. It wasn’t just casual teasing anymore—it felt personal. She wasn’t attacking Meria for no reason. There was intent behind her words, something sharper than simple jealousy or playful rivalry. It felt like she was holding onto something old, something unresolved.

I was honestly caught off guard by how emotionally aggressive she’d become so suddenly. Part of me thought it was resentment, something that had been simmering for a long time. But another part of me felt like it wasn’t pure hatred. If anything, it felt closer to envy.

Meria had been born strong. Her physical power was overwhelming, something she never had to earn. Tilde wasn’t like that. Sure, her agility made her deadly in her own way, but she wasn’t born to fight head-on. Rabbitmen were weak by nature. They survived not by standing their ground, but by running. That was why they were blessed with absurd speed and flexibility—to escape danger, not confront it.

Ogres were the opposite. They were born powerful, feared by others. They didn’t need to worry about being hunted because they were the hunters.

That difference alone could plant resentment in anyone’s heart. And when I thought about it that way, Tilde’s behavior made a lot more sense. Still, there was nothing wrong with either of them. Strength came in many forms. Being different was what made each of them unique.

In Tilde’s case, she was already exceptional. A rabbitwoman who could fight like she did wasn’t normal at all. If anything, that alone made her special.

"Oh...?" I muttered suddenly, my attention snapping downward. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Something vibrated beneath my foot. It was faint, but unmistakable—a steady tremor running through the ground. At first, I thought it might be people approaching, maybe a group traveling nearby. But that didn’t fit. If it were multiple people, the vibrations would be scattered, uneven. This was concentrated. Singular. Heavy.

It felt like the earth itself was reacting to one presence.

"We’re probably already close," I said quietly. "The Kingdom of the Titans."

That was it. Beings so massive that even their footsteps sent tremors through the ground. They weren’t far anymore.

***

After pushing forward a bit longer, we finally decided to stop and rest. We had been traveling nonstop for an entire day, and even if we could technically continue, it would’ve been reckless. Rest wasn’t optional—it was necessary.

Personally, I didn’t feel tired at all. Not even a little. My body felt steady, full, like I could keep going for days. It was probably because of my life force. There was something different about it—denser, more potent than normal. Still, just because I could push on didn’t mean the others should.

"Foooooh..." Tilde let out a long, exaggerated breath as she dropped onto a fallen log. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately. From that angle, her thighs looked especially thick, muscle packed tightly beneath smooth skin. Her entire lower body was clearly built for explosive movement—sprinting, jumping, or even twisting mid-air. That kind of physique didn’t come from sitting around.

Given her race, it made sense.

"Hm?"

She must have noticed my gaze. I wasn’t even trying to hide it. She turned her head toward me, eyes glinting with amusement, and a mischievous smile spread across her face. The kind of smile that said she already knew the answer.

"Leon, I caught you staring," she said, her tone playful and teasing. "What, is my body really that enticing?"

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hand slid over her own body, deliberately slow, before cupping her breast. The motion was exaggerated on purpose, like she was daring someone to call her out.

"I mean, that’s only natural," she continued, her smile turning openly seductive. "A rabbitwoman’s body is pretty great, after all."

"You’re trying to seduce Husband again," Meria said flatly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Tilde like she’d just committed a serious offense.

"It’s not like I can help it, right?" Tilde replied, closing one eye as if it were all an innocent mistake. "I mean, my body is just that seductive. Leon clearly can’t keep his eyes off me." She tilted her head slightly, her smile sharp. "Too bad you don’t really have anything to show, aside from that greenish, orcish body of yours."

The air changed instantly.

I could practically see the vein bulging on Meria’s forehead as her composure snapped, the tension surging back into the air in an instant.