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.

"What a bunch of assholes," Orion muttered, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Even old Valacar had better manners."


Two peak archlords? Seriously? They must have a death wish.


Orion reappeared directly behind one of the Deputy Commanders of the Argent Cavalry, his war scythe arcing down.


A blinding holy light flared to life around the knight, a shimmering barrier attempting to deflect the attack. But it was a futile gesture. The weapon in Orion's hands was a genuine relic war scythe.


With a sickening crack, the war scythe tore through the holy ward without even slowing, cleaving the ambusher in two. The moment he died, a massive, mounted body of faith erupted from the corpse, charging directly at Orion.


Chapter 1205 - The Argent Crusade