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.

Orion's gaze settled on Brakthul. The Alpha-tier troll had followed his brother into the Stoneheart Horde long ago, earned his stripes in the brutal charges of the cannon fodder legions, and had since served ably here in Lysinthia. After so much time working alongside Lysinthia and Slagor, he would have developed some measure of command capability.


Orion nodded, then turned. With Lysinthia at his side, he walked toward the city's central citadel.


The next morning, the low, mournful call of a war horn echoed across the harbor. Within the citadel, Lysinthia attended to Orion, helping him don his wargear for the journey ahead.


Chapter 827 - They have taken the bait