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.

"I know you haven't given up, Zareth," Alveron said, his voice a silken thread of psychological warfare. "You're trying to stall, aren't you? Hoping for some unforeseen variable to disrupt my plans. Go ahead. Sacrifice your Divine Kingdom. It makes no difference. As long as you are trapped here, their essence will simply be reabsorbed, becoming fuel for the Springhead."


He was methodically dismantling Zareth's hope, piece by piece.


But Zareth's will, forged in the crucible of the Abyss for millennia, was unyielding.


"Perhaps you are unaware," Alveron continued, "but before I became this, I saturated the entire northern region with my fifth-stage demigod aura. Any other demigod who senses it will flee in terror. And if, by some miracle, one is foolish enough to enter, they will simply become more fuel for my ascension."


The sound of shattering space, sharp and violent, ripped through the chaotic silence.


Chapter 1217 - The Third Domain