Hulk was a pro football player, a guy who loved nothing more than clutching a pigskin and barreling through the defense like a runaway freight train. He lived for the gridiron.

But he never, in his wildest dreams, imagined he'd see a pair of nipples bigger than a football. 

He became a giant baby, reborn with a new name: Orion.

Orion was the runt of the giant litter, the weakest of the bunch.

But when he turned ten, something crazy happened. He saw a strange panel – that not only displayed his stats but also helped him level up. 

With the panel's help, and a whole lot of elbow grease, Orion led his giant tribe to become the most powerful in the Barren Mountains. 

He went from zero to hero, becoming a mighty Titan King. He was no longer the runt; he was the top dog.

Ever since they learned of the coming war, Aerin had been leading the other Wood Elves in a constant ritual, moving along the camp's walls and casting a Verdant Blessing on every arrow tower. It was a unique Wood Elf art, a prayer that infused structures with the resilience of ancient trees.


"In the battle to come, these towers will be our lifeline," Caesar remarked, watching as a shimmering green aura sank into the timber of another tower. He stood beside Aerin; he had been present when the elves sought out Orion and had walked with them from the castle.


Aerin concluded the ritual and turned to him. "I am no warrior, brother, but I know that a fighter is only as good as their weapon. In a siege, these towers will be the most reliable weapons we have."


Chapter 1038 - A Fatal Mistake