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.

Far to the east, isolated on a massive island fortress.


The mood here was a stark contrast to the laid-back banter happening between Orion and Leonidas. Inside the Great Hall of Auri, the Nightwing high command was on the verge of a collective nervous breakdown.


The atmosphere in the council chamber was suffocating. The Nightwing leadership encircled their two monarchs, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.


The booming voice belonged to Grand Marshal Malachai. Standing at Peak Legendary rank, he was the kingdom's heavy hitter, third in command only to the Twin Kings and the most likely candidate to ascend to Arch Lord status.


"The Marshal is right," a high-ranking noble chimed in, backing the military leader. "This 'Champions Alliance' faction is no different from the Cult of Four. They want the whole map. They want the entire Moonlight Continent."


Chapter 1266 - The Wind Messenger and the Silent Kings