The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1123 - 171 - The Kingdom of Titans And Its Crisis (4)

Chapter 1123: Chapter 171 - The Kingdom of Titans And Its Crisis (4)

"So? What do you want me to do...?"

Her words lingered in the air for a second longer than they should have, hanging there like a challenge rather than a simple question. Her tone wasn’t aggressive, but it wasn’t exactly cooperative either. More like she was bracing herself for something annoying—something she didn’t want to hear.

That was when she finally noticed it.

No—her.

The sheer size of the presence beside us.

"Eh? A Titan!?"

The reaction was instant. Her eyes widened so fast it almost looked painful, like they were about to pop straight out of their sockets. Her entire posture stiffened, shoulders locking up as if her body reacted before her mind could catch up. She turned her head slowly, then snapped her gaze fully onto Layla, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Well, that reaction’s only natural," I said, my voice calm, almost bored compared to her panic. "You are in the Titan Kingdom."

"T-Titan Kingdom?!"

The words barely came out right. They cracked halfway through, shaky and uneven, like her brain couldn’t process them fast enough. It looked like her entire world had just collapsed inward. Color drained from her face, her legs trembling visibly as the weight of the realization slammed into her all at once. For a moment, I honestly thought she was going to drop right there.

Her knees buckled.

Trisha reacted instantly, stepping in and grabbing her arm before she could hit the ground. "Hey—steady," she said, pulling her back upright with surprising strength. "Careful."

"You didn’t know?" Trisha asked, genuinely surprised now. Her brows furrowed as she looked between us, clearly confused. "No one told you?"

"H-How was I supposed to know?!" she snapped back, her voice sharp with panic and frustration. "No one told me anything!" She turned on me immediately, her glare sharp enough to cut. "How could you not tell me something that important?!"

"I didn’t tell you?" I said, tilting my head slightly, putting on my most innocent expression. "Huh. I must’ve forgotten."

She stared at me.

Hard.

Of course, she knew I was lying. There was no way I’d forget something like that. Not a chance. The way her jaw tightened made it obvious she saw right through me. Still, watching her squirm like this—watching her struggle to keep her composure—was oddly satisfying.

Natasha was always like this. Stern. Sharp. Distant. Especially with me.

She always looked at me like I was trash. Not in a dramatic way—just that quiet, constant judgment in her eyes. I’d never felt even the faintest hint of affection from her. Not once. If anything, she seemed colder toward me than anyone else.

And, honestly, I couldn’t even blame her.

Our first meeting hadn’t exactly helped my image. I’d dragged her into checking on a lineup of deflowered women I’d fucked, one after another. Since I’d had sex with a lot of virgin women back then, I needed to make sure there were no complications during the defloration process. From a medical standpoint, it made sense. From her perspective?

Yeah. I probably looked like absolute scum.

She must’ve thought I was some kind of walking disaster, a guy who treated sex like routine maintenance. And judging by the way she was looking at me now, I had a strong feeling that opinion hadn’t changed one bit.

Well, whatever.

I doubted I could change her mind no matter what I did. So I’d long since stopped trying. If she wanted to hate me, fine. I could live with that.

"E-Even so..." Natasha said, her voice quieter now, the panic settling into something more controlled. "The Titan Kingdom..." She swallowed. "Are you sure it’s really okay to just... barge in like this? I’ve heard Titans don’t exactly show kindness to outsiders..."

Her concern made sense.

Titans were infamous for their strength and unity—and just as infamous for their brutality toward other races. They loved their own fiercely and crushed everyone else without hesitation. That was exactly why they lived deep within the densest part of the Great Forest, far away from anyone who might provoke them. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Natasha being worried wasn’t strange at all. It was the most natural reaction in the world.

That was when Layla spoke.

"You don’t need to worry."

Her voice came from behind me, soft and calm. So gentle it almost sounded like a whisper, yet somehow clear enough that everyone heard it without straining. It was strange—quiet, but powerful in its own way.

"I already told Sir Leon that it would be fine for him and his companions to stay here," Layla continued. "As the one currently handling the affairs of the kingdom, I can assure you that no Titan will harm you. Our people know that you are here to help us through a crisis."

Natasha flinched slightly when Layla spoke, clearly startled. She hadn’t expected the Titan to address her directly. Still, as Layla continued speaking, Natasha slowly relaxed. There was something disarming about Layla’s voice—soft, almost soothing, completely different from the intimidating presence her size suggested.

"A... crisis?" Natasha asked.

"Eternal Sleep," I answered.

"Eternal Sleep?" She looked at me, confused but attentive.

"So that’s why there weren’t many people around," Amon said, nodding slowly as things clicked into place. "About half of the kingdom’s population is affected, right?"

"That’s correct," Layla replied.

Her expression changed then. The calm remained, but there was weight behind her eyes now. Something heavy. Something tired.

"Our people suddenly collapsed and entered a state of Eternal Sleep," she said. "We have no idea how to cure it. No matter what we try, they do not awaken." She paused briefly before continuing. "That is why I decided to seek help from the one known as the Elven Fu—"

She stopped herself mid-word.

"I mean," she corrected quickly, "the gentleman Sir Leon here."

She totally almost said Elven Fucker.

Yeah. That was definitely my reputation here.

Natasha turned to look at me again, her expression shifting into something between disbelief and renewed disdain. "Did she just call you a...?"