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.

Just as the Demigod of the Moonwell's hope began to fade, the Curse Avatar spoke, its voice a low rasp that cut through her despair.


Gima's form dissolved into motes of light. A moment later, she reappeared on the rampart, a thick lock of silver hair in her hand. It was hair that Moon Elf Isilra had shed and collected over years of growth.


Orion took it, a faint smile touching his lips.


Beside him, the Curse Avatar collapsed, dissolving into a liquid mass of runic symbols that flowed with an unnerving purpose, absorbing itself completely into the lock of hair. Orion tucked the enchanted hair inside his coat.


"Alright," he said, his voice laced with unshakeable confidence. "I'm going to get my wife back."


Neither the Demigod of the Moonwell nor the Deputy Commander said a word. They just stared, their eyes filled with a potent mix of curiosity and disbelief, wondering if this was all some kind of ballsy bluff.


Chapter 1181 - The King's Claim