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.

The demonic monsters mass-produced by the Black Tower were, to the Cult of Four, nothing more than cannon fodder. Their true, professional armies had yet to even appear on the battlefield. The Deputy Commander's mage legions were here for them.


"That silver-clad guardian army won't be joining the main battles," Alexander explained. "Their sole purpose is to protect the mages."


Alexander didn't elaborate, leaving Orion to stew in his own questions. It seemed the Deputy Commander's forces didn't fully trust Orion or Alexander to protect them.


"You don't understand. It's their own protection mechanism," Alexander clarified, sensing Orion's thoughts. "It has nothing to do with trust. They simply value their own lives more than most."


With those final words, the phantom vanished, leaving Orion alone to ponder their meaning.


Chapter 1067 - There is Only War