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.

Commander Thresh had a sharp eye; he saw straight through Orion's ambition.


But even he didn't grasp the full extent of it. Orion wasn't merely shaping a planar world—he was hollowing out a personal abyss. He meant to rise as a Titan beyond all who came before.


"You've a long road before you catch your father," Thresh said, voice rough as gravel.


"Everything he's about to claim, he bled for. It is his will made manifest." His gaze hardened. "You? You are still raw ore waiting for the furnace."


He caught Caelus's wandering attention.


"Quit drifting," Thresh barked, though with a note of rough affection. "Back to training. Swing that blade until your arms give out."


While Orion slumbered in the Void, the Moon Elf Isilra remained untouched by the chaos of the outside world.


Chapter 1296 - The Roots of Chaos